nuBSG fanfic "Battlestar Urantia"

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"OPUS" - BSG Urantia Special Event

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OLYMPIA FLEET SHIPYARDS - CAPRICA - 10 YEARS AGO

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

Commander Standish walked down the long corridor leading to CIC, a folder thick with mission papers in his hand, as he looked them over. As he was focused on his reading, he failed to notice a young woman walking in the opposite direction, and bumped into her, causing him to pause, and turn to her.

"Forgive me... I didn't look where I was going... I'm sorry..." Standish began, as the woman straightened up, saluting him.

"No problem, Sir!" she stated, in proud military textbook fashion.

"At ease." Standish began, noticing that this woman was in a proper duty uniform, but was wearing the rank of Major. "Actually, maybe you can help me..." he continued. "I'm looking for Major Azaire... Grae Azaire... you wouldn't happen to know where she is, or where I can find her, would you?" he asked.

"Why, Sir? I mean... is she in any trouble, Sir?" the woman asked, now looking somewhat awkward.

Standish fought hard to keep from openly smiling... he knew this woman was Grae Azaire, but he wanted to play with her a bit.

"Oh, no..." he began. "It's just that I need to inform her of her new position... she's my new CAG." he added, as for a moment, Grae lost control, and just started to smile widely, her eyes wide, as she then regained her neutral composure, clearing her throat.

"Um... no, Sir... I uh... I'll go and see if I can find her, and tell her you're looking for her." she offered.

"That would be great." Standish said, softly, as he looked into her eyes. "Tell her also, that with the CAG position, comes the rank of Captain." he said, as the woman swallowed a lump in her throat, looking to him with wide eyes, as she nodded, now saluting him again, as she began to walk away.

Standish allowed her to get a few meters away, before he turned around, calling out to her.

"Oh..." he began, as she turned to face him. "Before we meet again, you might want to change... you're out of uniform, Captain." he added, now allowing his big smile to break through, as he turned to leave her standing in the middle of the corridor, stunned, her mouth open with disbelief, her eyes wide.

"How the frak did he know it was me?" she asked herself, mentally, as now she looked down to her uniform, only to see her Major's bars. "Stupid, stupid, stupid..." she said, somewhat aloud, as she hit her forehead with her palm a few times.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53 - PRESENT DAY

The great Battlestar held position in orbit of a powder-blue rocky planet, with twin moons, as after a second, the new Scoutstar emerged into view, dropping into place in front of the Battlestar and her fleet, as two Mk. II Vipers kept watch, following behind the Scoutstar.

SCOUTSTAR COCKPIT

Captain Azaire looked over her cockpit controls, and the mini DRADIS monitor, as she prepared to take the new craft on its first flight. She switched on the intercom, and began to report to Urantia.

"Actual, this is Scoutstar... all pre-jump checks are go... I'm ready to spool up the FTL, and take this baby for her first ride." Grae began.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

CIC

Commander Standish looked down to the table, as he gave his reply, shuffling navigational charts around on the lit table.

"Very well, Medusa... proceed... but be careful... if you see any toasters ahead of us, you jump right back... the Scoutstar is not a stealth ship... so I want the toasters to get as few looks at it as possible." he stated, now looking up to the DRADIS, as the light of the monitor reflected in his glasses like fire.

"Copy that, Actual." her comm voice relayed.

SCOUTSTAR

In space, the Scoutstar's thrusters fired in succession, as the craft moved to an optimal jump position, while the two Mk. II's kept watch close behind.

Finally, the Scoutstar began to make its run for the eventual jump coordinates, and flew ahead of the fleet, the stars appearing to zip by below and around it.

Finally, after a second, the craft had built up speed, and the familiar telltale flashpoint of light appeared, and the FTL ring of light enveloped and washed over the small craft, vanishing it from sight.

SCOUTSTAR COCKPIT

In the cockpit, Medusa momentarily shielded her eyes from the brilliance of the FTL wash, as her craft emerged out of hyperlight, and was once again in normal space.

She began to bank to her left, and watched the stars outside pan around, until the craft came into view of a planet... a planet very similar to Caprica... vast blue oceans, green and brown continents, and wispy white clouds.

Instantly, her eyes lit up, and she smiled.

"Frak! What do you know... I've found a planet that might be able to support li--" she began, but quickly paused, as now her smile began to fade, as she looked harder at the planet...

She could see that where the planet was dark, there were many organized patterns of light... cities... large and vast cities. This planet was already home to someone.

"Frak that." she began, dismayed, but then realized the significance of her discovery. "Oh, my Gods... HOLY FRAK!!!" she shouted out, laughing.

For a long moment, she continued sitting there, looking at her discovery, and laughing with joy, until she noticed something in the corner of her eye... something utterly massive in size...

She turned to face the object, which was emerging from the light of the nearby sun, to her upper left... instantly, her smile vanished, and she wore a look of fear and apprehension.

"Oh, frak... time to go..." she said, looking at it.

What she saw was a ship... a massive ship... but it was not Cylon. Of course, there was no way to know if it was human, either. It was a massive vessel... the same color as a Battlestar, and even the same most basic and rough proportions, but it was utterly massive... at least half time larger than a Mercury-Class Battlestar... and this beast looked super-beefy... like a Battlestar on steroids... and it was heading in her direction.

As she began to turn her craft about, she caught a glimpse of dozens of very small fighter-like craft, emerging from the giant vessel, and beginning to race towards her position.

"Okay... I'm going... going... gone!" she said, as now the cockpit was filled with the brilliance of the FTL light, as her ship jumped out of the region.

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

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"OPUS" - BSG Urantia Special Event

CONTINUED...

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The great ship kept orbit of the rocky planet, the fleet tagging along behind.

CIC

Commander Standish, D'anna, and Grae all stood around the CIC table, as they regarded the photos Grae took with the Scoutstar's camera, of the Caprica-like planet, and the massive ship she had found.

Standish reached for the photo of the massive ship, and looked at it, as the others watched his face for the reaction. Finally, he spoke, handing the picture over to the XO.

"Hard to tell... it could be human... but then, it could not, also." he offered, in a soft voice.

"Either way, it's worth a look." D'anna replied, handing the photo back to him.

"I agree." Standish began, now looking to Grae. "What about it, Medusa... you up for your first diplomatic mission?" he asked, with a serious expression.

"ME, Sir?" she asked, with wide eyes.

"HER?" D'anna seconded.

"Yes." Standish began. "The ship in these photos is massive... I've never seen anything so big... and from the looks of it, that means it's probably very well armed. I don't want the first thing that ship sees, to be a Battlestar and a Viper CAP heading its way... that might be misunderstood by whoever these people are as a sign of hostility." he offered, looking from D'anna to Grae. "Besides... this ship has apparently already seen the Scoutstar... seeing it again will mean they see something somewhat familiar... which reduces the chance they'll fire first." he added.

"I guess that makes me your girl, Sir." Grae offered, as Standish looked to her with understanding eyes. "I won't let you down, Sir." she added.

"I know you won't" he replied softly, as he handed her the photos. "Don't worry... you'll be well-prepped for the mission." he added, as she took the photos, and turned to leave the room, leaving Standish and D'anna to look after her.

"So now what?" D'anna began, as Standish turned to face her. "We don't know if these people are even human, and the Scoutstar doesn't have any kind of language filtration software on board... how is she gonna be able to tell if they're human, without getting close to that monster-sized ship?" she asked.

"She won't have to... in fact, she won't even have to use any translation software at all, for her mission... we'll do that part." Standish offered.

"What do you mean... how?" she asked.

"As soon as she jumps back to that spot, she'll find that ship, or any other orbiting ship. When she does, she'll immediately begin sending a signal, using patterns of flashing light, from the Scoutstar's camera spotlight. If there are any fighter patrols, and if they are human, they should recognize those patterns as a message. If they do, they should respond with flashes of their own." he replied.

"Okay..." D'anna began, nodding. "So what message is Medusa gonna send?" she added, looking to the Commander.

"We are human, and we mean no harm. We are coming soon... in peace." Standish stated back.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The Battlestar kept orbit over the planet, as the Scoutstar lowered into view beside the great ship, and fired its thrusters intermittently, as it moved into position for the jump run.

SCOUTSTAR COCKPIT

Inside the new craft, Grae looked over the nav readings on DRADIS, as she activated the intercom.

"I gotta say, Actual... I'e never been great at math... if I have to plot an emergency jump back on my own..." she began.

"Don't worry... I wouldn't let you do that..." Standish's com voice came through. "But from now on, if you don't do your homework, I won't choose you for any more special ops." he added.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

CIC

Standish looked at the nav charts and recon photos, as he listened to Medusa's voice, over the com.

"Fine... just leave the jumps to Hindri, and I'll just bother you with all my inane chatter." she stated.

"You're doing that right now." Standish shot back softly, wanting to toy with her a bit.

"Hey!" she began, as Standish broke a small smile. "Keep that up, and I'll find out where you hide all those bottles of ambrosia, and hide them from you." she baited.

"You wouldn't dare..." Standish began. "Besides, they'd all be empty by the time you get to them."

"Ain't that the truth." she said, as someone in CIC allowed a laugh to escape, but quickly silenced himself, clearing his throat, as Standish looked his way.

"All right... let's focus on the mission, you two." D'anna cut in.

"So say we all." Standish whispered, under his breath, as he looked to the DRADIS. "Okay, Medusa... let's go make ourselves known... good hunting." he added.

SCOUTSTAR COCKPIT

"Copy that, Actual." Grae stated, as the stars outside began to speed up.

In space, the Scoutstar broke away from Urantia, and angled off, picking up more speed, until once again, the familiar FTL flashring appeared, and washed over the craft, again vanishing it from view.

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

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"OPUS" - BSG Urantia Special Event

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The FTL flashring appeared, and instantly, the small Scoutstar appeared, drifting fast, as now Medusa fired the retro thrusters, to slow down.

SCOUTSTAR COCKPIT

Medusa watched the starfield pan about, as finally, the large planet entered into view... but she now wore a look of trepidation, as she now saw not one, but two of the massive behemoth ships, holding orbit over the planet, in the far distance.

"Frak." she whispered. "Well, here goes nothing." she added, as she began to work her controls.

COMMAND BRIDGE

The yellowish/red crosshairs moved about the grid on the screen, as the lone blip representing the Scoutstar slowly grew closer to two much larger blips, as a human hand pointed to the small blip.

"It's back again, High Admiral." a young man's voice stated.

"Very well... launch alert Starcats... tell them to make visual ident, and query... weapons cold." another man's voice ordered.

SCOUTSTAR COCKPIT

Medusa looked up from her on-board DRADIS, just in time to see a large group of... fighter-like craft, heading towards her.

"Oh, frak... don't fire... please, please, don't fire." she said softly. "Look..." she began. "I'm friendly... see?" she asked, as she initiated the flashing light signals.

STARCAT SQUADRON CAG

The lead Starcat began to slow, as the rest of the group followed, as the bright flashes of light in code from the Scoutstar were seen by the group.

In the cockpit, the CAG looked at the flashes, and began to smile.

"Oh, my Gods... whoever it is... they're humans!" he shouted out, into the comm. "That's Golan Code! All Starcats... do not fire... repeat... do not fire!" he added.

SCOUTSTAR COCKPIT

Grae watched with cautious wonder, as the Starcat squadron began to draw close, and pass by her Scoutstar.

The Starcats were strange-looking to her... they looked... old. If this had been Earth, one might say that they looked like F6F Hellcats, sans propeller, and with the canopy pushed back to the front of the tail, and the wing pushed all the way forward. They were a dark navy blue in color, with white signage.

As the lead Starcat passed by her, she could see now that the inhabitants were indeed human as well, and she broke a sigh of relief, as she began to laugh, realizing she had just located another pocket of humanity. She noted that the apparent CAG looked to her, smiling and waving, as he flew by.

She turned her head to look after him, smiling.

"You're cute." she said aloud.

COMMAND BRIDGE

The reddish/yellow grid remained on the screen, as the CAG's voice came through the intercom.

"I still can't believe it, Sir... they're human... she's human... we have a single human female, in a small, FTL-capable craft... she's transmitting visually, using Golan Code! She's sayig that there are others, that they are humans, and they'll be back soon... in peace!" the man's voice stated.

Instantly, the sounds of cheering could be heard throughout the Bridge, as now, the rest of the room and crew became visible, and a middle-aged man in a military uniform picked up the handset to the intercom.

"Copy that, CAG... send a reply signal... tell her we'll be waiting." he stated, smiling, as the crew behind him continued to cheer, and hug each other.

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

[Macker]

Re: "OPUS" - BSG Urantia Special Event

Dang! Now this is an interesting turn. What will the Toasters think?

 

[BolianAuthor]

"OPUS" - BSG Urantia Special Event

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BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The great ship sat at the head of the rest of the fleet, as far in the distance ahead of the fleet, the FTL flash appeared, and the Scoutstar appeared, and began to speed towards the waiting Battlestar.

CIC

A packet of documents was slapped down onto the command table in CIC, as Commander Standish's hand picked the papers up, looking through them, as Grae, still in her flight suit, smiled, as D'anna looked on.

The women watched the Commander intently, as he looked over the papers, finally setting them back on the table, letting out a sigh as he did, then turning to Grae.

"They're human, alright." he stated, softly. "This is all they gave you?" he asked.

"Yes, Sir." Medusa began. "They call their colony... or world... Omiron. And according to them, they were the first of the original 13th Tribe separatists... they were the first to leave the 13th Tribe fleet, that was bound for Earth." she added.

"That means that they're the last of the lost human colonies we'll find out here?" D'anna cautiously speculated.

"Could be." Standish added. "That would explain their higher level of technology, compared to the people from Emilon and Ruion. They've simply had more time to get established." he added.

"They have welcomed us, Sir... but we WILL need to make preparations if we are to communicate well... unlike Emilon and Ruion, which had traces of Gemonese and Sagittaron in their dialects, this world, Omiron, is based on ancient Aerelonian dialect." Grae added.

D'anna and Grae watched, as Standish broke from the table, and began to slowly walk about CIC, as if pondering the next move, as the rest of the deck crew also watched, the only sound in the room being the mournful whine of the DRADIS screens.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Standish turned to D'anna.

"How long until we're finished harvesting the tylium deposits we found?" he asked her.

"Three days." she replied, looking to him.

Standish silently nodded, and then looked to Mister Hindri.

"Mister Hindri... maintain this orbit, until the harvester teams have completed the recovery op. Once the operation is completed, the fleet will be jumping... to Omiron." he stated, as the crew began to applaud, as Hindri smiled.

"Yes, Sir!" Hindri replied.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The ship kept orbit over the light blue planet, as a Viper CAP flew by the ship.

OBSERVATION DECK

In the dimly lit lounge, D'anna sat at the bar, nursing a drink, as a man sat down next to her, and removed his hat, to reveal that it was Cavil that had joined her.

"Well?" he asked her.

"We're jumping into their system in three days... a planet they call Omiron." she replied.

"Excellent." Cavil began. "I'll have a Basestar standing by." he added, as now D'anna looked to him.

"What do you mean... for whom... Urantia, or these new ships?" she asked.

"Let's just consider it a test, shall we?" he offered, smiling.

CYLON BASESTAR

CONTROL ROOM

D'anna stood on one side of the data table, facing Cavil on the other side, as both wore confrontational looks.

"You aren't seriously thinking about launching an attack on those new ships Urantia's pilot found, are you?" D'anna asked, looking to Cavil with her eyes, not lifting her head. "We have no idea of their power... but from what the Three on Urantia saw, they're massive." she added.

Cavil smiled slyly, as he gave his reply.

"Like I said, Three... this will be a test, no? We will be able to see just how powerful those ships are... without engaging them." he added.

"Really... and just how would you plan on doing that?" D'anna shot back.

"That is on a need-to-know basis, and for now, you don't need to know. All YOU need to do, is trust me... you asked for my help... let me offer it." Cavil relayed, staring D'anna in the eyes.

For a long moment, the two were locked in an intense stare-off, until D'anna broke it, nodding.

"Fine... just be careful... I don't want anymore frak-ups." she said, as she turned to leave the room, walking away.

Cavil watched her leave, until she was completely out of the room. He the turned around, to face his waiting Centurion. The Ceturion's roving red scaner moved from right to left in a "V" pattern, as Cavil spoke to it.

"This IS going to be a test." he began. "A test of just how competent that old regiment of relics is, that Three has taken under her command. I want you to go to the gold Leader... inform him that it will be his unit that leads the Basestar in." Cavil ordered.

The Centurion merely nodded silently, the only sound coming from its scanner, as it then left to carry out Cavil's commands.

Cavil now began to walk away, and was met by another of the skinjobs, a Four.

"Do you really think this is a wise course, One?" Simon asked him, as the two walked.

"Yes." Cavil began. "What I fear, if we let Three continue down the path she has chosen, is another power struggle. The integration once again of that old force of Centurions makes me uneasy... she's protective of them too much... I fear they could possibly be used against us... against me." he added.

"So you want to risk another conflict, by trying to stop one from happening in the first place?" Simon countered. "Why not just wait and see what Three has in mind? She's comfortable to let Urantia continue on its way back to the Colonies. And to a degree... so am I." he offered, as the two now paused, Cavil looking to him.

"Be that as it may... you heard Three... those new humans are the last of the 13th Tribe that Urantia will find out here. We should use that... move with it... use this opportunity to rid ourselves of the last pockets of humanity and Urantia, so that our resources can be devoted elsewhere." Cavil said, as Simon looked to him, finally nodding, with silent and reluctant agreement.

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

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"OPUS" - BSG Urantia Special Event

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The Scoutstar sailed through space, as far in the distance, the ships of Urantia's ragtag fleet angled off, preparing to jump away, just as the mighty Urantia herself crept into view, the ship surrounded by weapons and flak fire.

Suddenly, a vintage Cylon Raider emerged into view behind the Scoutstar, and opened fire.

The first volley of tracers missed the small craft, but the second burst did its job, and the Scoutstar exploded apart, sending debris flying out in all directions, as the Raider sailed through the fire and debris, victorious.



THREE DAYS EARLIER



BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

CIC

Commander Standish looked up to the ceiling, as the strut containing and holding the array of DRADIS monitors lowered from its housing, gradually coming to a soft stop, above and in front of the Commander, over the center of the table.

The reflection of the DRADIS and their rotating sweeps of light filled the lenses of the Commander's glasses, as he looked at the monitors, before looking down to the papers he held in his hand.

He looked to his side, as D'anna's had placed itself on his shoulder, and he looked to her, smiling.

"Problem, Sir?" she asked, softly, but playfully.

"I just can't believe it's finally over with." Standish began, speaking softly to her, not wanting to share the coversation with the whole deck. "Five whole weeks, of mining and harvesting tylium deposits, and now we have our fill... all we need to do now, is refine the stuff." he added.

"That's easier said than done." she shot back, as he looked to her, a knowing expression on his face. "So, when do we make the jump to Omiron?" she added.

"After I take care of one last thing." Standish replied, serious now, as he handed D'anna the papers he had in his hand, before walking out of CIC, leaving the XO in charge, as she looked after him.

STARBOARD FLIGHT POD

The sounds of welding and tools clanking could be heard, as the Specialists and techs carried on about their duties on the large hangar deck.

Commander Standish walked up to the Crew Chief, who saluted upon seeing him.

"Commander on deck!" the man shouted out, as everyone stopped, and saluted Standish.

"As you were." Standish replied, returning the salute, as he took the Chief aside. "Chief..." he began. "How much debris do we have left from our Vipers that have been lost?" he asked.

"Debris, Sir?" the Chief asked, confused. "Well, the best bits went into the building of the Scoutstar... but aye, I have some more... how much are we talking about?" he asked.

"Not a lot." Standish began. "Just enough to weld onto a Mk. II, to make it look like the Scoutstar, from a few hundred meters away." he stated.

"Ahh... you want a decoy, eh?" the Chief asked.

"Exactly... we're about to jump to the Omiron System... I want the Scoutstar... the real Scoutstar, to lead the fleet ships in first... Urantia will hang behind, and engage the Cylons here, when they show up... if they do, and I'm confident they will... things have been going too easy of late... they're due." he added.

"So you want them to engage this decoy, so that they'll think they've destroyed our new advantage?" the Chief said, nodding his understanding.

"At least... that's the plan." Standish offered.

"Well, you may be in luck, Sir... I may just be able to whip something together. We're almost done repairing the FTL's on Raptor Seven over there... as soon as my team is done with that, we'll start on our new project." the Chief offered, smiling.

"Thank you, Chief." Standish said, as he saluted the man, dismissing him.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The ship led the fleet through open space, as a Viper CAP flew pst the Battlestar.

COMMANDER STANDISH'S CABIN

The Commander stood on one side of his bed, as D'anna stood on the other, as both people drew the covers, preparing to get into bed. As they both got in, they settled themselves, D'anna turned the light off on her side, as she looked to the Commander.

"Well... it's been quite a day, hasn't it?" she asked, sighing.

"Hmmm." was Standish's only response, as he looked to the ceiling, a tired look on his face.

"Anything you want to tell me?" she added. "You thinking about the jump to Omiron?"

"No... I'm just... thinking about things." he replied, somewhat lost in thought. "It's been too quiet... the Cylons are due." he added.

CYLON BASESTAR

In the Control Room, D'anna stood across from Cavil, at the data table, facing him.

"He's hiding something from me... I can feel it... there's something he's not telling me." she said.

"I still think you're being paranoid, Three." Cavil shot back. "For Godakes, you're sleeping with the man, and you've been present in CIC, whenever he's recieved information on Omiron... I don't see what he could be hiding."

"I know, frak it." D'anna began. "That's what's got me worried." she added.

"Well, don't worry... it won't be much longer, and you won't have to worry... if Standish IS planning something, he's likely to do it before he takes Urantia to Omiron." Cavil offered, as D'anna wore an uncertain look.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

COMMANDER STANDISH'S CABIN

D'anna leaned over to kiss Standish on the lips, as the Commander then turned over, and shut the light off on his side of the bed, leaving the room in darkness.

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

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"OPUS" - BSG Urantia Special Event

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BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The great ship began to angle to starboard, along with the ragtag fleet, as the various ships began to orient themselves for an FTL jump.

CIC

The DRADIS monitors whined, as Standish looked at the clear screen before him.

"Mister Hindri, are the fleet's FTL's up and ready?" Standish asked.

"Aye, Sir, they are." Hindri replied, as now Standish lifted the phone from its cradle, and brought it to his lips.

"Medusa, this is Actual... the board is clear, and the ships are go... lead the fleet to Omiron... we'll follow." he began, setting the phone back down, and looking up to the DRADIS again. "Launch decoy Scoutstar, and bring us around... position one-two-one, carom four-three. Ready all weapons, and launch alert Vipers." he stated.

In space, the Vipers began to swoop out of Urantia's side, and fire their engines, as they raced out into open space.

CIC

The sensor sweep of the DRADIS swept over the screen again, as finally, Standish got the surprise he had been expecting... s single new blip appeared on the screen.

"DRADIS contact! Reading one Cylon Basestar... launching Raiders!" Hindri called out.

CYLON BASESTAR

The giant ship hung in space, as dozens upon dozens of the vintage Raiders came swarming out of the black ship.

The Raiders broke formation, and began to go after the Vipers from Urantia, as one Raider gave chase after the decoy Scoutstar.

The Scoutstar sailed through space, as far in the distance, the ships of Urantia's ragtag fleet angled off, preparing to jump away, just as the mighty Urantia herself crept into view, the ship surrounded by weapons and flak fire.

Suddenly, the vintage Cylon Raider emerged into view behind the Scoutstar, and opened fire.

The first volley of tracers missed the small craft, but the second burst did its job, and the Scoutstar exploded apart, sending debris flying out in all directions, as the Raider sailed through the fire and debris, victorious.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

CIC

The ship shook with a weapons hit, as D'anna entered the room, buttoning the top of her uniform top, as she walked over to Standish, and regarded the DRADIS data beside him.

"What's up?" she asked.

"Took you long enough to get here." Standish began. "We've got Cylon Raiders... those old models... they just jumped in, with a single Basestar. The fleet's away to Omiron, with Medusa leading them." he added.

"Sir!" Hindri cut in. "The Cylons have destroyed the Scoutstar decoy!" he called out.

D'anna wore a puzzled look.

"What... wait... decoy?" she asked, somewhat shocked, as Standish looked to her, mock confusion on his face.

"That's right." he stated calmly.

CYLON BASESTAR

In the Control Room, D'anna stood across from Cavil at the data table, as she slammed her palms down hard oto the surface, in frustration, as Cavil looked up at her.

"FRAK!" she began. "It was a frakking decoy!" she lemented, looking up to Cavil. "I knew it... I knew he was hiding something from me... we need to leave. Now." she added, as Cavil simply nodded his agreement.

In space, the Cylon Raiders suddenly halted pursuit, and came about, racing back to the Basestar, as the Urantia Vipers gave chase, firing.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

CIC

Standish and D'anna watched the DRADIS, as Mister Hindri called out new information.

"The Cylons are pulling back, Sir!" he said, as Standish nodded, a small smile breaking to the surface.

"Mister Hindri... recall our birds... bring 'em home. As soon as they're all aboard, get us the frak outta here, and take us to Omiron!" Standish called out.

In space, Urantia's Vipers came about for one last pass at the Basestar, as they raced back towards Urantia, the massive black Cylon ship looming closer below them, as they raced closer to it, firing all the way.

Suddenly, the entire Basestar was engulfed by the FTL flashring, which vanished it from view, just as Urantia's Vipers flew through the space that the Basestar had just occupied.

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

[BolianAuthor]

"OPUS" - BSG Urantia Special Event

CONTINUED...

OMIRON

A massive flash of bright light signaled the arrival of the Battlestar Urantia, as the mighty ship began to creep into view, as the rest of the ragtag fleet dotted the sky in front of her.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The ship began to head straight for its target, as a handful of the Omironian Starcat fighters did a flyby of the ship, flying past the great Battlestar as it passed by.

CIC

Commander Standish and D'anna watched the DRADIS, as Hindri called out information from his station.

"Confirmed contact with their fighter group, Sir... they seem to be assuming an escort formation." he stated.

"Very good." Sandish began, as he lifted the phone from its cradle, looking to Hindri. "Give me a ship-to-ship channel." he stated, turning back to face the DRADIS, as he began to speak. "To Omiron ship, this is Commander Tyler Standish, of the Colonial Battlestar Urantia, representing the Twelve Colonies of Kobol. We come in peace and request the opportunity to meet. Please respond with ident and greeting." he said, looking to D'anna.

OMIRONIAN SHIP

COMMAND BRIDGE

A human hand lifted the phone up from the cradle, and brought it up, to speak into it.

The hand belonged to a middle-aged and tall man, who was wearing an unusual military uniform. Unusual by Colonial standards, to be sure. The uniform itself was very similar to that of the Emilonian military... if it were an Earth uniform, it would be described as "Napoleonic-era". But unlike the Emilon uniforms, which were black, this one was for the most part, a medium to dark green, with an undertunic of red. Again, if this were Earth, one might compare it to the uniform of a Canadian Mountie, with the colors reversed.

The man put the phone to the side of his face, as his crew looked on behind him, with silent apprehension.

"Acknowledged, Battlestar Urantia... this is High Admiral Jordan Ardala, of the Omironian Warship Thunderstar. On behalf of the people of Omiron, I welcome you to our world. Petition for a meeting is hereby granted. We invite you to come on board." he stated, looking to his crew behind him.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The proud ship drifted in space, the ragtag fleet close behind, as a large group of Raptors emerged from Urantia's airspace, and continued on course, towards the massive Omironian Warship Thunderstar.

RAPTOR COCKPIT

Commander Standish looked with awe at the view of the Thunderstar, from the large cockpit windows. He had never seen any ship so massive. As the Raptor drew closer, the front of the Thunderstar loomed closer, and blotted out the light of the sun behind it, as the ship now eclipsed the view of Omiron itself.

The miniature DRADIS screen's whining sound filled the cockpit, as the massive entrance to the Omironian ship's starboard hangar bay filled the view, as a lone Starcat fighter moved into position in front of the Raptor, leading it inside.

Standish could now see many Starcats on the flight deck, arranged in a neat row... inspection formation, while in front of the fighters, a long line of fighter pilots stood at attention, in full parade dress uniform, all of the men frozen in a salute to the Urantia arrivals, as the Raptor passed by.

The pilot's dress uniforms were design-wise identical to the regular uniforms, which resembled that of an Earth Canadian Mountie, but the coloration was different. The pilots unifoms were all medium blue, with an undertunic of light gray, and straps of white.

URANTIA RAPTOR

The hatch to the Raptor began to open, as an Omiron officer stepped forward and sounded a boatswain whistle, as all the Omiron people stood at attention

The hatch fully opened, and one of the Urantia Marines took the first steps out, as Commander Standish now emerged from the craft, walking down the steps to the foot of the wing.

The man at the foot of the formation stepped forward, along with another man. The first man spoke to Standish, saluting him.

"Welcome on board. I am Thomas Pinter, Captain of the Thunderstar. I prsent to you, the esteemed Jordan Ardala, High Admiral of the Omironian Stellar Guard!" Pinter stated, now stepping aside, allowing Ardala to step forward, and salute Standish.

Standish stepped down onto the deck, and returned the man's salute, as he now shook Ardala's hand.

"Commander Tyler Standish, of the Colonial Battlestar Urantia." he stated. "I come in peace, and bring with me people from the colonies of Ruion and Emilon... colonies that were founded by others from your original settlement fleet, when they continued on ahead of you." Standish stated.

That remark surprised Ardala, and he grew a large smile.

"You mean... you mean there are other humans out here? That others survived the long dark, and were able to thrive?" he asked.

"Oh, yes." Standish replied.

"Hot damn..." Ardala chuckled, looking to the Captain with a smile, before turning back to Standish. "I can't wait to meet them... it's been so very long. And YOU, Commander... how's Kobol?" he asked.

"I'm afraid I couldn't tell you that." Standish began. "Our colonies were started around the same time that your original fleet left Kobol... during the exodus. In fact, we don't even know where Kobol is." he offered, apologetically.

"I see." Ardala said, saddened a bit. "Well, I look forward to hearing all about all of this, Commander. Please... come with me... I will show you first our ship, and then our world." he offered, gesturing for Standish to preceed him.

OMIRON

The massive Thunderstar sailed right alongside the Urantia, dwarfing the Battlestar, as the civilian fleet drifted in formation behind the pair, as a combined CAP of Vipers and Starcats flew by.

OMIRONIAN WARSHIP THUNDERSTAR

FLAG OFFICER'S MESS

A long banquet table had been set up in the room, as the people from Omiron sat on one side, while the people from the Colonies as well as Emilon and Ruion sat on the other side.

The people were chatting between each other, while enjoying food and drink, as Standish struggled to explain the nature of his fleet to High Admiral Ardala.

"Urantia is not a charter ship... we are pure miliary. But when we were able to establish a star fix, I ordered the ship back to the Colonies. It was along the way, that we came across Emilon and Ruion. People from those worlds chose, on their own free will, to accompany Urantia back to the Colonies, to see what became of their fellow man. My mission, is to take Urantia back to Caprica, and locate the remaining Battlestars, and mount a final offensive against the Cylons." he said. "However... the Sal Caltanis IS a military ship that is serving charter duty. Captain Kline told me that the Emilonian government assigned him to protect the pilgrim fleet, during its voyage." he added.

"I see." Ardala replied, as he was about to say something else, but got cut off by the sound of the ship's intercom activating.

"Bridge to High Admiral Ardala... there is a comm message for Commander Standish, from his ship." the man's voice called out, over the speakers, as Ardala got up from his chair, and walked to a wall panel, to reply, as he pressed the button.

"Ardala here... route the call through the intercom." he ordered.

Just then, the message from Urantia came through, over the speakers, as the noise in the room dwindled to a hush.

"Repeat... Commander Standish, we have multiple confirmed contacts... three Cylon Basestars... launching Raiders. We are going to Action Stations." Hindri's voice relayed.

Standish's look grew deathly serious, as he bolted up from his seat, and rushed to the wall panel, to deliver his reply.

"Urantia, this is Actual... affirmative on Action Stations. Go to Condition One throughout the fleet... have the fleet ready to initiate FTL jump to emergency jump coordinates. Launch Vipers, and order weapons free. I'm on my way back." he stated, releasing the intercom button, as he looked to Ardala, his face wearing a sober look. "If you value your lives... you should get to your Bridge." he offered, as he now moved away, as Ardala looked after him.

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

[BolianAuthor]

"OPUS" - BSG Urantia Special Event

CONTINUED...

OMIRON

The three Cylon Basestars hung silent in space, as the weapons tracers from Urantia began to lance out in space, heading for the three black ships.

OMIRONIAN WARSHIP THUNDERSTAR

COMMAND BRIDGE

The doors to the Bridge opened up, allowing High Admiral Ardala to enter, as his Charge Officer handed him some situation reports. Ardala took the reports, and was distracted, by the sight that he could now behold, from the forward windows on the Bridge...

He walked closer to the forward windows, as the sounds of distant and muffled explosions could now be heard.

As he arrived at the foot of the windows, he gazed out into space, and saw for the first time, the image of the Cylon ships, and the scope of Uratia's weaponry, as the Battlestar and the Cylon ships exchanged fire, and flak explosions dotted the sky.

The image of the combatant ships and the exploding flak reflected in the window, over the face of Ardala, as he reacted to the sight, with awe and morbid amazement...

"Whoa, jillikers..." he stated, softly, but audibly.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

CIC

The crew reacted, as Commander Standish entered the room, and walked to the command table, beside D'anna, looking up at the DRADIS.

"SITREP." he stated, looking to her.

"Situation unusual, Sir... we've got three Basestars, but only one of them has launched Raiders, or opened fire... the other two are just standing there." she replied.

"Strike that!" Hindri called out, as both Standish and D'anna turned to face him. "A second Basestar has just launched missiles... nukes inbound... brace for impact!" he shouted out, as everybody grabbed ahold of the nearest anchored object.

OMIRONIAN WARSHIP THUNDERSTAR

COMMAND BRIDGE

High Admiral Ardala watched with horror, as the first nuke struck Urantia, the dreadful weapon detonating with a blindingly brilliant burst of hot white light, that expanded, and swept over the Battlestar, sending it drifting to the side a bit, as massive amounts of hull damage could now be seen, on the side of impact.

"Gods." Ardala whispered, as he moved to the Command area, and began to call out orders to his Charge Officer.

"Officer of the Charge... how many TNO's do we have on board?" he asked.

"Five thermonuclear ordinances on board at present, High Admiral!" the man called back.

"Very well... Officer of the Charge... load TNO number one into launch tube one, and place your launch authorization key at the ready!" Ardala called back, his eyes not moving from the view of the battle outside.

"Aye, High Admiral! TNO number one is loaded and ready... key on standby!" the Charge Officer replied.

"Officer of the Charge... you may fire!" Ardala called out, as behind him, the Charge Officer turned the launch key in the launch panel.

OMIRON

In space, the massive Thunderstar sat in orbit of Omiron, facing the three Cylon attackers, and Urantia, as the two Cylon ships spat out another volley of missiles towards Urantia.

Just then, the Thunderstar launched a missile... ONE missile, that flew screaming, towards the first Cylon Basestar.

The ONE missile suddenly struck the Basestar, slamming into the ship with furious force, as an utterly massive flash of hot white light erupted from the center of the Basestar, and the entire ship blew apart violently, sending debris zooming out from a gargantuan explosion of fire, that seemed to expand without end.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

CIC

Standish and D'anna looked to th DRADIS with absolute shock and awe, as behind them, the crew gasped in disbelief, at what the Thunderstar had just done.

D'anna let a gasp of shocked surprise escape, and stepped back a few paces, as if in disbelief.

The gasps and shock of the crew turned for a few short moments, to cheers and laughter, at the power that had just been unleashed onto the Cylons.

Suddenly, Mister Hindri broke it up, by announcing some new data.

"Sirs! The second Basestar is now coming around... she's coming to bear on the Thunderstar... launching Raiders! Thunderstar coming about to starboard... she's launching fighters." he stated.

OMIRONIAN WARSHIP THUNDERSTAR

The dozens upon dozens of Starcat fighters came zooming towards the waiting swarm of vintage Cylon Raiders, as finally, both groups intermingled, mixing it up.

While the fighters and Raiders were fighting amongst each other, the massive and mighty Thunderstar moved forward, closer to the second Cylon Basestar.

COMMAND BRIDGE

High Admiral Ardala looked ahead towards the battle raging outside the windows, as he gave his next order...

"Officer of the Charge... fire TNO number two, if you please." he stated.

OMIRONIAN WARSHIP THUNDERSTAR

In space, the goliathan ship spat out another thermonuclear missile, which again, sailed straight for the second Basestar.

The missile smashed intothe Basestar, and just as with the first Cylon ship, this one also exploded apart, in an utterly mammoth explosion, that totally decimated it.

THIRD CYLON BASESTAR

CONTROL ROOM

The large force of modern Centurions moved to stand right behind Cavil, as he looked up to D'anna, as the gold Leader walked up to stand behind her, and deliver his report.

"Omironian warship has destroyed second Basestar. My Raider group is weathering heavy fire... we are incurring many losses... suggest withdrawl and regrouping." he stated, in his loud robotic voice, as D'anna turned to face him.

"What! Withdrawl and regrouping? Are you telling me that you cannot fight this enemy? You, who led our forces to victory at Libran, and throughout the entire Fist War?" she said, angry.

The gold Leader's only reply, was his red scanner lght, roving from left to right, with its whining sound.

With that, D'anna turned back around, and gasped with shock at what she saw...

Cavil was now pointing a gun directly at her face.

"What the frak are you doing?" she asked.

"I'm sorry, Three..." he began, "But this was inevitable... I knew that your regiment of vintage Centurions and raiders was a lost cause... now they have proven it... first, they destroy a DECOY, of what they thought was the scout ship from Urantia... their REAL target... and now, they cannot even combat the fighter craft from these Omiron people... we've already lost TWO entire Basestars to their warship!" he stated. "I'm sorry, Three... but it's time we cut our losses... beginning with you." he added, as he now turned to the modern Centurions behind him. "Exterminate!" he ordered.

Instantly, all th Centurions switched from hands to guns, and opened full fire, on D'anna, and the gold Leader, as Cavil walked over to the lead Centurion, addressing it as it still fired.

"Given what we've seen here... I don't want to risk ANY more losses, until we have a good idea what we're dealing with... have ALL ressurrection ships jump as far away from here as possible. Also, order your Raiders to open fire on the vintage forces... I want them wiped out." he added, as he now moved to leave the room.

As the modern Centurions ceased firing, the Basestar was rocked by a violent weapons hit, as lights began to flicker, and some consoles erupt into smoke and flame.

On the floor of the Control Room, D'anna lay dying, as she turned to face the gold Leader, who was now laying on the floor, nothing more than smoldering wreckage.

"No." she cried out, as she reached out to touch his golden metal body with a blood-streaked arm.

D'anna then looked up from the floor, to the open doorway, and grew a look of determination on her blood-spattered face.

OMIRON

In space, the vintage Raiders were under heavy fire from both Starcats and Vipers alike, as they finally began to fall back, and retreat.

However, as they raced towards the lone remaining Basestar, a swarm of modern Raiders came screaming towads them, and opened full fire on them, destroying almost all of the vintage models with the first pass.

THIRD CYLON BASESTAR

DOWNLOAD CHAMBER

A thin line of white light on the dark floor signaled that a doorway had been opened, and moments later, a bloody hand groped among the floor.

With a series of labored breaths and grunts of pain D'anna pulled herself along, until she reached the edge of a dowload pool, which was dark.

She activated it, and the lights illuminated the pool of white slimy solution, where so many Cylons had been reborn.

The entire ship was again rocked violently, and this time, wall panels blew out, erupting with fire, as D'anna prssed the sequence of buttons, to begin to reanimate a Cylon, from within the pool.

However, she did not have the strength to stay alive, and just as she completed the activation sequence, she fell to the floor, dead.

But she had done her job... a Cylon WAS inside the pool.

OMIRON

The dozens of vintage Raiders were now nothing more than wrecked hulks, as the groups of Starcats and Vipers raced towards the Basestar, just as the FTL flashring swept over the massive ship, vanishing it from view, as the Vipers and Starcats raced through the space the Basestar had just occupied.

THIRD CYLON BASESTAR

DOWNLOAD POOL

As D'anna's lifeless and bloody hand hung over the edge of the pool, something could be seen, very faintly, inside the pool, under the thick and murky white solution...

A very faint red light... moving from side to side, and around that red light, the faintest hints of gold...

-END OF SEASON ONE-

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

[TariAdama]

Admiral as you know I love this series. You keep it going. Your President is watching you. LOL

 

[Macker]

Re: "OPUS" - BSG Urantia Special Event

Son of a bitch! Those TNOs Thunderstar deployed must be frakkin' huge compared to Urantia.

 

[BolianAuthor]

Re: "OPUS" - BSG Urantia Special Event

^

Thanks, guys.

I have to say, I'm pretty discouraged with how little feedback this story has gotten so far. If you have been reading the story, and have enjoyed it, please let me know what you think of it so far, as well as feeling free to voice any questions or comments you may have.

I've put a lot of effort into this, and there are still 3 more "seasons" to go... I just want to know it's not all in vain.

 

[BolianAuthor]

Okay, fine... nobody else wants to comment or share anything, lol.

Well, just to announce that the adventure will continue, for coming soon, will be "Season Two", of "Battlestar Urantia".

My sincere thanks to everyone who has read this saga so far, and found some enjoyment in it. I hope I have helped quench your thirst for a BSG "fix", while we all await Season 4.5 of nuBSG. Again, my sincere thanks, to my readers.

-BolianAdmiral

 

[Macker]

Patiently undergoing chamalla withdrawal....

 

[BolianAuthor]

It's coming... I'm still working out how to write the opening sequence, stylistically... it's gonna be hard to pull off, so I need to get it right.

 

[Radiogod]

Bruce Adama I presume? How are ya? I, amongst others, have survived the destruction of Pegasus Actual. Just had to follow the continuing adventures of Standish & company.....Keep 'em coming my good man!

RG

 

[BolianAuthor]

Bruce Adama I presume? How are ya? I, amongst others, have survived the destruction of Pegasus Actual. Just had to follow the continuing adventures of Standish & company.....Keep 'em coming my good man!

RG

Radiogod!!!

Oh, man, have I wanted to get in touch with you! I'm so glad you're here, and able to keep with the story.

Yes, the PA seems to be dead for the time being. Backstept's partner never paid his half of the bandwidth charges, so...

But I am glad you found me, and the story. Feel free to PM or IM me any time. My AIM handle is NebulaClassGuy. The opening of Season 2 will come very soon, I promise.

-BolianAdmiral (BruceAdama on the PA)

P.S.: May I ask what you thought of the finale to Season 1?

 

[BolianAuthor]

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "A Wing & A Prayer" (EP. 005)

Welcome to Battlestar Urantia... Season 2!

PREVIOUSLY, ON BATTLESTAR URANTIA...

Suddenly, the archer brought his bow and arrow up, and aimed it towards the heavens. This action caused the fog and clouds to suddenly disperse, drawing away from the potential line of fire with speed, revealing a stellar landscape... the vast expanse of space, dotted with brilliant white stars.

Finally, the archer released his arrow, and it shot up into the cosmic void, rising high into the darkness. The Commander kept track of the projectile, as it raced towards it's target, until finally, something happened...

Just as the Commander lost sight of the arrow, one star in particular became brilliantly illuminated, expanding outwards with brilliance, almost as if it had gone supernova.

- - -

"SIR!" the Senior Officer of the Watch called out. "Reading multiple contacts, Sir... Cylon! Two Base Ships, and about a hundred Raiders, inbound!"

The Commander and the XO looked to the DRADIS screen for confirmation, and indeed, there was a multitude of new Cylon contacts.

"What the frak... they've broken the armistice!" the XO called out, looking to Standish.

"Get us the hell out of the dock, and bring our weapons to bear on the nearest Base Ship... target the meeting point, between the two saucers!" Standish ordered.

"What saucers, Sir?" the Officer of the Watch relayed, as Standish looked to him, his face a mix of confusion, and shock.

- - -

In space, the mighty Celestia limped towards the massive Basestar, still under constant fire on all sides. Finally, the proud old Battlestar met its target, and the fore of the ship slammed into the hull of the Basestar, both ships beginning to break apart, just as the FTL wave washed over the Celestia.

However, since the Celestia and the Basestar were now one, the FTL wave engulfed the Cylon ship as well, and both ships vanished from the area.

- - -

Commander Standish now looked to his Officer of the Watch, and pointed to him.

"Okay... I want an open-ended FTL jump... I don't care where... just get us the frak outta here! And once you have a set of coordinates, send those to any of the ships neaby that have FTL!" he called out.

The man looked to the Commander with shock.

"Sir! An open-ended FTL jump is a very ris--" he began.

"I know what it is! But I prefer that to dying here, at the hands of the Cylons!" Standish spat back, as the man now went to work.

- - -

In space, the weapons tracers and flak continued to totally encase the Urantia, as hundreds of Raiders descended upon the ship, like flies upon a carcass, as at the same time, the contrails belonging to the twin nukes raced toward Urantia's hull.

JUST as the twin nukes were about to strike the hull of Urantia, the entire ship was consumed by the ring of light that was the FTL jump, and the missiles smashed into each other, producing a massive thermonuclear blast, that sent a shockwave outward, which wiped out almost all of the Raiders in the immediate area.

- - -

"That is what I need... I need a cool head, in a pressure situation... someone who can cut through all the yak-yak, and get the job done." Standish said, as he now produced a black box, and slid it over to her on the desk. "So... what I want to know now, is... D'anna Biers... will you be my new XO?" he asked, as the woman reached for the box, and opened it up, regarding the sight of the XO's pips.

D'anna looked to Standish, a look of shock and surprise on her face, as she smiled, taking the box, and holding it close to her.

"Yes... yes, Sir... I will. I'm honored. Thank you." she said.

- - -

Standish looked uncomfortable, as if he were trying to think about if this was a good idea or not. Finally, he decided to just spit it out.

"I've been having dreams... recurring dreams... and I'd like to know what they mean." he said.

"What kind of dreams?" Cavil asked.

- - -

"I have decided to make a course back to the Colonies, and once there, mount a new offensive against the Cylons, and send those frakking toaster bastards back to the hell from where they came!" he continued. "In the meantime, we will be on the lookout for worlds with new food, and water, and new renewable sources of energies and power, so that we may maintain our voyage in a timely fashion, without any prolonged diversions. Come what may, we will make it through this. We will persist. We will survive. And we will go on, and never back down to the Cylons!"

- - -

"This is Captain Tyvek Harrington, of the petrium processor Jaht Batahl, five months out of Emilon, to the ship identifying itself as the Battlestar Urantia... we are a private merchant ship, and mean no harm... repeat... we mean no harm... request permission to come alongside?"

- - -

Standish got up from his chair, and walked over to behind Grae, and placed one hand on her shoulder, and used the other hand to wipe the tears from her cheek, as she turned around to look up at him.

"You don't have to do this anymore." he began. "I am here for you, and this ship is your home now... you are with people who care about you." he said, as she stood up, and embraced him, burying her face in his arms, as she cried.

"I don't want to do this anymore." she said.

"I know." Standish replied.

Finally, after a long moment, Grae had let all her tears out, and slowly, Standish allowed her to withdraw, as she reached into her pocket for her knife, and once she found it, she produced it, and held it out for Standish to take.

"Here." she began. "I don't want this anymore." she said, as she wiped the last tears from her face with her free hand.

The Commander reached for the knife, and accepted it, looking at it, as he then folded the blade back into the casing, and placed it in his own pocket.

- - -

"Wait!" she said, as he turned to face her, as she walked up to him, extending her hand. "Eliza Winnow... that's my name." she said, smiling in an equally baiting way.

"Eliza Winnow..." Standish repeated.

- - -

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

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

- - -

"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."

- - -

"They're human, alright." he stated, softly. "This is all they gave you?" he asked.

"Yes, Sir." Medusa began. "They call their colony... or world... Omiron. And according to them, they were the first of the original 13th Tribe separatists... they were the first to leave the 13th Tribe fleet, that was bound for Earth." she added.

"That means that they're the last of the lost human colonies we'll find out here?" D'anna cautiously speculated.

"Could be." Standish added. "That would explain their higher level of technology, compared to the people from Emilon and Ruion. They've simply had more time to get established." he added.

- - -

In space, the massive Thunderstar sat in orbit of Omiron, facing the three Cylon attackers, and Urantia, as the two Cylon ships spat out another volley of missiles towards Urantia.

Just then, the Thunderstar launched a missile... ONE missile, that flew screaming, towards the first Cylon Basestar.

The ONE missile suddenly struck the Basestar, slamming into the ship with furious force, as an utterly massive flash of hot white light erupted from the center of the Basestar, and the entire ship blew apart violently, sending debris zooming out from a gargantuan explosion of fire, that seemed to expand without end.

- - -

As D'anna's lifeless and bloody hand hung over the edge of the pool, something could be seen, very faintly, inside the pool, under the thick and murky white solution...

A very faint red light... moving from side to side, and around that red light, the faintest hints of gold...

- - -



AND NOW... SEASON 2...



TWO YEARS LATER



The GODHEAD NEBULA

The bright stellar cluster of brilliant white and blue stars illuminated the upper right corner of the vast bluish-green nebula, as very slowly, a gargantuan form sailed into view, blocking the view of the stellar cluster.

Seconds later, a massive flight pod entered into view, and in front of it, a CAP of Colonial Vipers, along with Omironian Starcats.

After a few moments of the Thunderstar sailing by, the Battlestar Urantia followed, until she herself, also cleared the view, and a second massive form crept into view... another mighty warship from Omiron... the Starfreeze. The goliathan vessel sailed slowly by, until the rest of Urantia's ragtag fleet followed, trailing the three lead military ships.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The mighty ship sailed between the two warships from Omiron, as a second Viper CAP formation flew by the ship.

Inside the proud old Battlestar, Commander Standish walked down one of the many corridors of the ship, his footsteps echoing throughout the hallway.

The ship was much more vacant now... or at least, it seemed that way to Standish. For two years, there had been no new contact with the Cylons. Perhaps the encounter with the Thunderstar had scared them to the point of no return? No. It could not be that simple... he could not make himself believe that. They had to be out there... waiting. Waiting for the right moment to strike again.

Standish paused, and looked ahead down the corridor, sighing. He took off his glasses, and brought them to his mouth, and exhaled, the space between his upper lip and nose sporting a full moustache that he had grown over the last two years.

He brought his glasses down to his waist, and produced a cloth, proceeding to clean his glasses, before again bringing them to his face, and returning them to their position.

He began to again walk through the hallway, until he heard another set of footsteps, running to catch up with him. He paused, turning to face the source of the footsteps, and saw D'anna, running to him, as she met up with him, handing him some papers, which he took.

He looked at her for a moment, taking in the sight of her face, and her hair, which was now a sexy amber red-orange color. She had had that hair color for over six months now, having found it met with Standish's approval, after she decided to try the new color.

"Anything new?" he asked, looking over the papers in his hand.

"Not as interesting as Cylons, I'm afraid." she began. "Just some routine housekeeping." she added.

"Indeed." Standish replied. "To the CIC, then?" he asked.

"After you, Commander." she said, gesturing for him to preceed her, as the two people again resumed walking through the corridor.

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

[Radiogod]

Re: BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "A Wing & A Prayer" (EP. 005)

Outstanding as usual! I did enjoy the end of season one, nuthin like some burnt toast to brighten my day. Interesting time jump....brings the story to the begining of season 4 in "Galactica time", no?