BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "A Wing & A Prayer" (EP. 005)
CONTINUED...
OLYMPIA FLEET SHIPYARDS - CAPRICA - 5 YEARS AGO
A lone Raptor made its way from the berth where the Battlestar Urantia was docked, to a small complex of offices, at the heart of the shipyard structure.
FLAG OFFICER'S READY-ROOM
Commander Tyler Standish stood at attention, a solemn and serious look on his face, as he faced his superior officer.
"I'm sorry, Commander... but at this time, I'm afraid I can't grant your request for a personal leave of absence." the woman's voice stated.
"May I ask why, Admiral?" Standish began. "I put in my request over a year ago."
Admiral Cain looked up from the papers she was shuffling on her desk, looking Standish right in the eyes.
"Indeed you did, Commander. And I'm sorry... but right now, Fleet Command needs Urantia where she is about to be sent... the Picon System. The recent increase in pirate raids has the natives restless." she offered.
"Admiral Cain..." Standish began. "I'm more than aware of the recent pirate activity... it hardly requires the attention of an entire Battlestar group... if it was the Cylons..." he offered.
"Commander Standish." Cain interrupted, firmly. "I'm sorry... but you have your orders. That will be all. Dismissed." she said, looking right at him, her look serious, and no-nonsense.
There was no more Tyler Standish could do, except stand straight, and offer a firm salute to his Admiral, as after a moment, he began to bring his hand down, to end the salute.
*SLAP!*
STANDISH RESIDENCE, AERELON - 5 YEARS AGO
Tyler Standish felt the sting of the flesh of his wife's hand, as it struck his face. He turned, looking to her with angry eyes.
"What the frak do you mean, she said no?" Tina Standish shouted at him. "Did you even bother to tell her that you requested this over a year ago?" she added.
"Of course I did!" he shot back. "It makes no difference... she's an Admiral. I'm a Commander. I have my orders to follow." he said.
Tina nodded her head, angry with what he was saying.
"Oh... well, maybe that's the problem, isn't it? Maybe, if you asserted yourself more aggressively, from time to time, YOU'D be the Admiral... the dominant one... the one making all the calls... you know... like a MAN?" she threw in, for emphasis, as she walked over to the corner table, and poured herself a glass of ambrosia.
That was all Tyler could take... he was sick of arguing with this frakking woman. Fine... she wanted it rough... she'd get it rough.
As she began to lift the glass to her mouth, Standish's hand locked onto her wrist, with mighty strength, and she looked to him.
"You frakking want me to assert myself aggressively?" he said to her, his voice laced with anger, as he shoved her against the wall, which she hit hard, and with a quick movement, shoved both of her arms over hear head, spread out, causing her to drop the glass of ambrosia, which fell to the floor, shattering, as she looked to him, her breathing deep and hard, her passions now excited.
Standish brought his face to hers, looking her in her wild eyes.
"That's more like it... that's how a man takes control." she spat.
"Shut the frak up." Tyler shot back, as he grabbed her forcefully by the waist, and spun her around, so that she was facing the wall, as he shoved her body against the wall, pressing his weight onto her, as he kicked her legs apart, as she turned her head to the side, her face wearing a look of lust, as she began to lose herself to the forceful advances of her husband, as he began to buck into her.
*BUZZ!*
The sound of the alarm sounding awoke Tyler Standish, as in the pitch dark, he groped on the nightstand for the clock, and finally managed to press the snooze button, and also activate the light, which turned on, illuminating the room.
He was in bed. But he was not on Aerelon. He was in his cabin... on Urantia.
He looked to his side, to find D'anna sleeping next to him, her body half exposed, by the movement of the sheets, during the night's activity.
Groggily, he wiped the sleep from his eyes, and got up in bed, looking to the nightstand, and reaching for his glasses, placing them back upon his face, as he looked around, sighing, before getting up to get dressed.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The proud Battlestar led the ragtag fleet through the vast expanse of the Godhead Nebula, along with the two massive Omironian warships.
CIC
The deck crew all looked to the door, as Standish entered the room.
"Commander on deck!" Hindri called out, as everyone stopped, and stood at attention.
"As you were." he said, as he walked to Hindri's station. "Well... what have we this morning?" he asked, as Hindri slapped a big handful of papers in Standish's waiting hand.
"A lot of housekeeping duty." Hindri began. "Also, a request from the Captain of the Itania Express, to reposition his ship between the two Pan-Galactic flights." he added.
Standish grimaced slightly, looking back to Hindri, from the papers.
"What else?" he asked.
"Medusa is about to lead another joint training excersize... she's taking the Thunderstar's CAG out in one of our Vipers... getting him used to our systems." Hindri offered.
"What's his name again?" Standish asked.
"Benassi, Sir... Jareth Benassi." Hindri replied.
"Ah, yes... Benassi..." Standish said. "I don't like him. He's a hotshot... he's too impulsive... too cocky... and he's a bad influence on Medusa... I've seen the two of them together." he added. "When are they starting?"
"Actually... right now." Hindri stated, as Standish walked over to the command table, and began to look up to the DRADIS monitors.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
Two Mk. II Vipers shot out of the launch tubes, and raced out into open space, their thrusters firing, to speed them along.
BSG URANTIA VIPER #5 (Mk. II)
Grae looked out the cockpit windows, as the Viper Jareth was in lowered into position in front of hers, moving to the left, and slowing, as she pulled alongside.
"Okay, Medusa... what now? This old bucket feels ancient, compared to my Starcat." Jareth said, over the radio.
"I don't care." Grae shot back. "Like it or not... you have to get used to her... the Cylons can and will shut down anything with automated avionics... we had no choice, but to use our old Mk. II's." she offered.
"Fine, fine..." Jareth lamented. "At least let me try and get a feel for her, before we try anything textbook, okay?" he added, as before Grae could reply, she saw him break away, and veer up and to the left, with the Viper.
"Benassi... come back! I haven't given you permission to break formation!" she called out, into the radio.
"Whooo! This bird is maneuverable!" Jareth called out, over the comm.
BSG URANTIA VIPER #11 (Mk. II)
Jareth's Viper did a series of hard rolls, as it came about, and shot towards Grae's Viper.
As it flew towards Grae's plane, Jareth executed a hard roll, that made his Viper appear to be upside down, in relation to Grae's plane.
"Stay where you are, Medusa... I'm gonna blow you a kiss, as I pass." he said, over radio, as his Viper shot towards Grae's Viper.
Just then, he pulled down slightly, causing his Viper to get so close to Grae's, that it should have ALMOST touched hers... but it didn't...
Instead, it DID touch the underside of her Viper, and did some damage to the underside, causing her plane to reel off course, along with Jareth's Viper.
BSG URANTIA VIPER #5 (Mk. II)
In the cockpit, alarms were blaring, as Grae struggled to regain attitude control of her plane.
As she fought with the controls, she managed to sneek a fast glance out the windows, to see Jareth's Viper also reeling out of control.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
OBSERVATION DECK
It was "night" now, and many hours had passed, since the Viper excersize that had gone awry. Commander Standish had heard about what happened, but had been at meetings with fleet ship Captains all day, and had not yet had time to see Grae, or confront Jareth about what happened.
But the Commander was free now.
He had heard that both people were in the Observation area, and he went there as well.
People glaced to the doors to the room, as Standish walked in, looking around for Jareth. Finally, he found him... sitting right next to Grae, at the bar. The two of them were laughing and drinking.
Jareth set his now-empty glass down on the bar, as Standish walked up right behind him.
"Mister Benassi... we need to talk." Standish said, calmly.
"In a bit, Sir... I'm off-duty now." he replied, not even looking to Standish.
This pushed Tyler over the edge, and with a snarled grimace, he quickly pulled Jareth off his barstool, and shoved him onto the ground, as Grae jumped off her seat, and stood back.
As Jareth began to get up, Standish picked him up from his uniform chest, and punched him... HARD, sending him back to the ground.
"Commander!" Grae called out, reaching for him, to hold him back, as Standish landed yet another puch on Jareth's face.
"Hotshot motherfrakker! I don't know how the FRAK you ever earned wings... but I'll be damned, if you're gonna frak with MY planes, and MY pilots!" Standish shouted out at Jareth. "Get the frak up!" he shouted, Jareth got up, wiping his hand across his bloddied face.
Standish pushed Jareth hard against the bar, and leaned into him, placing his left arm over Jareth's neck, in a chokehold.
"Commander!" Grae cried out, pleading for Tyler to stop.
"Stay out of this, Medusa!" Standish shouted out, returning his focus to Jareth. "I don't like you, Mister Benassi... and I don't like you hanging around my CAG. If you EVER do ANYTHING that hurts her, one of my pilots, or damages one of my planes... I swear to the Gods, I will kill you. Do you understand me? DO YOU?" Standish shouted, right in his face.
All Jareth could do was nod, forcing a gulp down his throat.
"You better." Standish began, as he added more pressure to Jareth's throat. "And, by the way... the next time a superior officer demands your attention... you give it to them! You better shape the frak up, Mister Benassi. Now get the frak off of my ship!" he spat, finally releasing Jareth, who wasted no time in running out of the room.
Standish then looked to Grae, who looked back at him. Standish looked away from her, shaking his head, as he began to leave the room.
TO BE CONTINUED...
