BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "A Wing & A Prayer" (EP. 005)
Written by BolianAdmiral and TariAdama
CONTINUED...
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The Battlestar's port flight pod loomed over the arc of New Caprica, as a team of two Raptors made their way back inside the flight pod, from over the planet.
CIC
The whine of the DRADIS screens filled the room, as Standish looked up to them, reading the data, as Mister Hindri called out some new information to him.
"Sir... port flight pod reports that Doctor Casten's team is on board... they just got back from the surface, with two bodies." he reported.
"Very well." Standish began, facing Hindri. "Have the Doctor keep me apprised of anything he finds." he added, turning back to the command table.
Standish was about to call out another set of orders, when he was interrupted, by a series of beeps from the DRADIS monitors, and looked up, reacting to what he saw.
"DRADIS contact!" Hindri shouted out. "Two Cylon Basestars... launching Raider wings." he added.
"Have the fleet jump to emergency evac coordinates... launch Vipers! All defensive batteries... full suppression fire... target the nearest Base Ship!" Standish called out.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
One by one, the Vipers shot out of the launch tubes of Urantia, and sped towards the waiting swarm of Cylon Raiders that was heading their way. In the distance, the two massive warships from Omiron, the Thunderstar and Starfreeze, were also now angling to meet the Cylon Basestars, and launching Starcat wings, while the ragtag fleet ships were jumping out of orbit.
CIC
Mister Hindri looked to Commander Standish with concerned eyes, as he delivered some bad news...
"Sir! We have a problem... the Sepia Moon reports trouble with their FTL system... she can't spool up her jump drive!" he called out.
Standish wore a worried and panicked look, as he took in the grim news, realizing what had happened the last time one of the fleet's ships couldn't jump... the Itaron... the fleet had lost a fuel source.
"That's Eliza's ship!" D'anna added, as Tyler shot her a serious and grim look.
"No frakking way we're losing that ship... no frakking way." he began, moving around the command table, facing Hindri. "Mister Hindri... tell the Sepia Moon's Captain to hold on... we're gonna try something. Continue full weapons barrage on the closest Basestar!" he added, but was again distracted, by new data on the DRADIS screens, which Hindri confirmed.
"Sir! Confirmed contact with three more Basestars! We've got five of those frakkers out there now, Sir!" he added, grim, looking to Standish.
OMIRONIAN WARSHIP STARFREEZE
The massive warship lumbered ever closer to the second Basestar, the military glory of all her weapons on full display, as she let loose with all her might. The space around the Starfreeze was awash with missile contrails and ammunition tracers.
Just as the ship entered into range to fire her devastating thermonuclear missiles, the massive Cylon Basestar suddenly jumped away, vanishing in a ring of golden light.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
Urantia moved with all her might, through the weapons fire, trying like hell to reach the Sepia Moon, and shield the small ship from emeny fire.
CIC
Standish and D'anna were fixated on the DRADIS, as Hindri continued his report.
"Sir! Starfreeze reports that the second Basestar has jumped away and is nowh-- SCRATCH THAT! Oh, hell... she's back, Sir! Just jumped back in, directly aft of Starfreeze! She-- now the lead Basestar is gone, Sir... just jumped away!" he added.
"Motherfrakker!" Standish called out, wincing in frustration at what was going on. "They're using new tactics... same as those frakking recon birds... jumping in and out." he offered. "Get me Medusa!" he shouted.
MEDICAL BAY
The ship shook with another weapons impact, as Doctor Casten worked on the remains of one of the bodies he brought back from New Caprica. he walked over to a computer, and called up the results of his latest test, and grew a look of shock at what he now saw...
"This can't be... I've seen this before." he said to himself, as he got up, and ran out of the room, heading for another part of the ship.
OMIRONIAN WARSHIP THUNDERSTAR
The massive juggernaut maintained a relentless barrage of fire, as Viper and Starcat wings mixed it up with Raiders, all around the massive warship.
Flak explosions and interceptor tracers filled the sky, as suddenly, the two Basestars that were behind the Thunderstar suddenly jumped away, one after the other.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The proud ship angled into position between the Sepia Moon, and the Cylon weapons fire, taking all the incoming hits for the small ship from Emilon.
CIC
The ship shook hard with a missile impact, as Hindri called out damage.
"Sir! Aft port thruster group is down! Two more Basestars just jumped away... Thunderstar is coming into position beta, maneuvering to int-- SIR... the two Basestars are back! Directly to port! Missiles inbound!" he shouted out.
"Brace for impact!" Standish shouted out, as everyone held onto whatever they could.
BSG URANTIA VIPER #5 (Mk. II)
Medusa's cockpit windows were filled with the image of Basestars, warships, and countless Raiders, Vipers, and Starcats, as the whole mess of ships tried to fight their way through an ocean of weapons tracers and flak explosions.
Suddenly, one of the new Cylon recon birds flew into view in front of her, and she quickly targeted the Raider.
"Gotcha, you godsdamned motherfrakker." Grae said to herself, as she prepared to fire on the Raider.
Suddenly, another standard raider shot up, in beyween her Viper and the recon bird, throwing her aim off, just as she saw Jareth Benassi's Starcat fly by, on her left.
"FRAK!" she yelled, angry that her prize was stolen from her, as she opened her intercom. "Benassi... don't let that recon Raider out of your sight! Go get it!" she shouted, a sshe again went about finding the next Raider to target.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
Inside the ship, Doctor Casten threw open the door to Urantia's Morgue, and ran to the wall where the crypts were kept, and looked for one name in particular.
Once he located it, he pulled the crypt out, and pulled the sheet away from over the head, revealing Cavil's dead body... the cavil that D'anna had shot, at Ruion.
Carefully, he pushed up the upper lip, and examined the teeth, finally, wearing a grim expression, as it dawned on him. He rushed to the other wall, where the phone was, and lifted the phone from the cradle, putting it to his face.
"This is Doctor Casten... I HAVE to talk to Actual." he said.
CIC
Another weapons hit rocked the ship, as Hindri looked up, towards Standish.
"Sir! I have Doc Casten on the wire for you... he says it's absolutely urgent!" he related, as Standish picked up the phone from the command table, puzzled.
"Yes, Doctor, what is it... we kind of have our hands full down here." he began, as he listened to what the Doctor was saying, on the other end.
Suddenly, Standish's looks grew very dark and grim, as he looked up, and faced D'anna.
"Thank you Doctor. Actual out." Standish said, not looking away from D'anna, as he threw the phone on the table, angry. "MARINES!" he shouted.
THUNDERSTAR STARCAT #3
Jareth's fighter wove in and out of the dizzying mix of weapons fire and enemy fighters, as his Starcat spat out constant fire at the recon Raider he was in hot pursuit of.
Finally, his plane scored a direct hit on the Raider, and the plane's upper wingblade began to spew out a trail of blood, as the Raider began to spiral out of control, on a course for Urantia's port flight pod.
Jareth's Starcat veered sharply off, as the Raider flew into the flight pod of Urantia, crashing on the deck, and speeding to a skidding halt, a trail of fire and sparks following it, as it slid to a stop.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
QUEST QUARTERS
The team of four Marines walked through the hall, armed with assault rifles, and came to a stop in front of the door to one of Urantia's guest quarters, knocking loudly on the door. Finally, a reply came, from the other side.
"Yeah... who is it?" a man asked.
"Sir, we need you to come with us... now! the lead Marine shouted, as a second later, Cavil opened the door, a look of shock on his face, upon seeing the armed men, all of whom instantly raised their rifles in aim, directly at him.
EMILONIAN TRANSPORT SHIP - SEPIA MOON
The small ship sat along side Urantia, as the Battlestar did whatever it could to protect it on one side, as suddenly, on the other side of the ship, the two warships from Omiron were forced to change position, opening a hole in the protetcive bubble that had been around the small ship.
Suddenly, right above the Sepia Moon, the guns and cannons on the starboard side of Urantia erupted to life, the artillery turrets pulsing and recoiling with every massive shot.
It was not enough, however, and the Cylon weapons fire began to make its way to the small ship.
One Cylon missile grazed the aft section of the vessel, and did enough damage, where the lower aft engine assembly was ripped apart.
QUARTERS OF ELIZA WINNOW
The ship shook hard, and lights flickered on and off, as Eliza looked out the small porthole, to the massive battle raging outside.
One Cylon Raider began to make a fast run towards her ship, racing right towards her... it was on a collision course. In the porthole window, the reflection of her face showed her eyes grow wide with shock and fear, as the Raider sped right towards her, seemingly in slow-motion, due to Eliza's fearful state.
The red scanning light of the Raider wove to and fro, as if it were staring right back at Eliza, drilling into her very soul itself.
Eliza's eye grew ever wider, as the reflection of the Cylon scanner filled her pupil, roving from left to right, in brilliant red light, rythmically, steadily, like the beating of a heart itself.
Suddenly, seemingly from RIGHT above her, a series of massively powerful and furious cannon bursts from Urantia's guns opened up, unleashing their fullest fury on the Raider, which was struck by the weapons, and began to spiral out of control, before exploding apart, sending debris and blood flying forward, as some of the blood splattered across the viewport window.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
CIC
The door to CIC swung open, and the Marines led Cavil in the room, as Standish and a shocked D'anna turned to face him.
Standish nodded to the Marines, and they stood back a few paces, as Cavil looked around, uncretain and afraid, now that he was alone with the Commander.
"Mister Cavil..." Standish began. "Let me guess... I suppose you have a third twin brother... triplets?" he added, his anger now showing.
"No... why?" Cavil asked.
"Because we found another Cavil... on the surface of New Caprica!" Standish shouted, now stepping closer to Cavil. "Which means that somehow... I don't know how... but somehow... you are a Cylon spy!" he added.
"What? That's absurd... crazy, it is!" Cavil protested.
"Is it?" Standish shot back. "Isn't it convenient, that all of a sudden, the Cylons change their tactics, to avoid the wrath of the Omironian warships? That says that they're desperate... and also that they're being fed updated information." he added.
"I am NOT a Cylon!" Cavil shouted out, looking to D'anna.
"We'll see..." Standish said, drawing his sidearm, and raising it at aim, at Cavil's head. "If Cavil number four pops up... we'll know, won't we?" he offered.
The look on Cavil's face was one of genuine fear and desperation. Finally, he did all he could think of doing...
"Her! She's a Cylon!" he shouted out, pointing to D'anna, who wore a look of shock.
"Frak you." Standish said, as he fired a single shot, right into Cavil's head, which struck him right over and between the eyes, as Cavil now fell backwards, landing with a lifeless thud, on the floor.
D'anna just gazed at Cavil's dead body, a look of surprise and shock on her face, not sure of what to do now, as she looked to Standish, who holstered his weapon.
"Sir!" Hindri called out. "The Omironian forces have cleared a path out for us... they're holding the Basestars off!"
"The Sepia Moon... what about her FTL's?" Standish asked.
"Still off line, Sir." Hindri lamented.
"Frak that." Standish whispered, as he made his way to the command table. "We're getting the frak out of here... ALL of us!" he began. "Mister Hindri... take us on a course for the aft section of the Sepia Moon... prepare to jump!" he shouted out.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
In space, the mighty Battlestar angled down into position behind the small Sepia Moon, and began to loom closer, as it grew ever larger, as it neared, until finally, Urantia's starboard flight pod filled the space around the Sepia moon, and swallowed the entire ship whole, like a whale swallowing a tuna.
The interior of the flight pod filled the area around the sepia Moon, as the small ship came to a gentle landing on the deck.
CIC
"SIR!" Hindri called out. "The Sepia Moon is secure on deck!"
That was all Standish needed to hear, as he looked to the DRADIS.
"Get us the frak ouuta here!" he shouted.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The space over New caprica was alive with weapons fire and explosions, as finally, the FTL flashring washed over Urantia, vanishing her from view, as seconds later, the same happened to the two Omironian warships, leaving three remaining Basestars, and a mess of hundreds of Raiders zipping about.
TO BE CONTINUED...
