nuBSG fanfic "Battlestar Urantia"
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BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "A Wing & A Prayer" (EP. 005)
Written by BolianAdmiral and Macker
CONTINUED...
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The Battlestar and her fleet, as well as the two Omironian warships, held position in open space, having finally jumped away from New Caprica.
The new tactics that the Basestars had used... hit-and-jump tactics, were a mixed blessing for the fleet... on one hand, the massive Omironian warships could not totally destroy the Cylon ships. On the other hand, however, that also meant that the Cylons could not inflict as much damage as they would have liked on the fleet, as well.
Urantia had taken the most of the damage, having been forced to hold one position for most of the battle, to protect the Sepia Moon.
STARBOARD FLIGHT POD
Inside the massive hangar bay, the Sepia Moon sat, landed, as the four exit ramps to the craft allowed the Emilonian pilgrims the chance to exit the war-weary ship, as deckhands and Marines from Urantia helped the passengers off the ship, and onto the deck.
As the pilgrims emerged from the small ship, Eliza Winnow also emerged, walking down the ramp, onto Urantia's deck.
She scanned the area near the exits for a familiar face, and finally found her target, walking towards her... Tyler Standish.
As he approached her, her smile widened, and she threw her arms around him, as he held her.
"Welcome aboard Urantia." he said, as they hugged, Eliza finally pulling away, and looking to him.
"I owe you thanks, for that rescue you pulled back there." she said, smiling.
"Well..." Standish began, offering his arm, which Eliza took, while Tyler began to lead her out of the hangar area. "I couldn't let my favorite redhead, and the hottest woman in the fleet, fall victim to the Cylons." he added, softly, looking back to her. "Besides... you know me... any chance I get to vent some frustration..." he said.
"Guys and their guns." Eliza lamented, shaking her head, as they left the hangar, and stepped into the hallway.
When they were in the middle of the hallway, Standish led Eliza to the wall, and she stood against it, facing him, as he turned to face her.
"I still think about you... all the time." she began.
"I do too... all the time." Standish replied. "But I'm just not ready... the things that your leader advocates... I'm not ready for that... I can't deal with that. If I want you, then I want you... alone, and to myself. I don't want to share you with any other husbands." he added.
Eliza looked to the floor for a moment, before facing Tyler again.
"I suppose I can appreciate that." she continued. "But I'm a one-man woman. I wouldn't want to share you, either. That may make me greedy in the eyes of my people, but it's the way I feel. Personally... I think Saraiah is a bit of a sex maniac... for a woman to need three husbands..." she said, as Standish had no choice but to laugh at the comment... something he wouldn't imagine Eliza saying. "But you need more time... I understand." she added.
"That I do. Thanks for understanding." Tyler replied, nodding in appreciation, as he began to walk away.
"I'll still be here." Eliza called out after him.
"So will I." Standish shot back, walking away, as she headed towards the guest cabins.
OBSERVATION LOUNGE
The room was bustling with activity, as Grae sat at the bar, downing a glass of ambrosia, a half-empty bottle on the bar, beside the glass. She was about to take another sip, when someone took a seat beside her... D'anna.
"Mind if I join you?" the XO asked.
Grae looked to D'anna, with half-drunk eyes, as some bangs of hair fell in front of her eyes.
"I thought you hate me." Grae asked.
"I do... and you hate me as well, so let's just get down to it... I need some information." D'anna offered.
"About?" Grae added.
"The Commander." D'anna started, looking to Grae. "I assume you've known the Commander for some time... lately, he's been getting increasingly aggressive. I've heard rumors that it might have something to do with his wife... anything you could add... that would elaborate on that?" she asked.
Grae looked to D'anna long and hard... taking in the look in her eyes, as she remembered...
COLONIAL FLEET COMMAND INSTALLATION, LEONIS - 4 YEARS AGO
The large reception room was awash with activity, as Colonial Fleet officers mingled about, helping themselves to drinks from the open bar, and appetizers from the tables, as large banners on the walls wished Admiral Tilton a happy retirement.
One attractive young woman walked over to three Commanders, who were standing together, talking amongst themselves.
"Thank you." the younger of the three Commanders said, taking a glass, as the woman walked away. The younger Commander looked at the other two, squinting, in mock concentration, as he pointed to the other two men, while holding his drink. "Now I know what it is about you two... what's been bugging me all night long..." he said.
"And just what is that?" William Adama asked, looking up to the man, from his drink.
"You two... you look like you could be brothers... you look almost exactly alike!" the pointing man offered.
"Frak that." Adama said, softly, taking another drink.
"Like hell." Tyler Standish said, at the same time Adama made his remark. "You need glasses, Mister McAllister." he added.
"No, it's true!" McAllister prodded. "The only difference, is your moustache, Bill." he added, as Standish and Adama looked at each other, skeptically.
"Don't count on me ever growing one of those frakking things." Standish said, taking a drink, and then looking back to McAllister. "So, what about it, Darryl... when the hell are you gonna graduate from commanding a Gunstar, to a Battlestar, like the big boys?" he asked.
"Hey, now... the Resolve is a fine vessel." McAllister protested. "Now that we don't have to worry about the frakking toasters, the pirate activity keeps us busy... they've been raiding pretty hard at Gemenon." he added. "Besides... last time I checked, Urantia was smaller than the Galactica." he said, as Adama looked to Standish, smiling wryly.
"He's got you there, Tyler." Adama offered, softly.
"Frak it..." Standish began, as he looked at his empty glass. "I need a refill... be back in a sec." he added, walking away, leaving McAllister and Adama together.
"How's Standish doing on the home front?" McAllister inquired.
Adama looked to the man, and then looked back at his drink, letting out a deep sigh, as he faced McAllister.
"It's been rough on him." he began. "The loss of the baby hit him real hard... and the divorce is pretty ugly. Tina's trying to take everything. He's at the point where he's just about ready to just give up." he said.
McAllister looked in the direction where Standish was, as he replied.
"Must be rough." he offered.
"It is." Adama added. "Trust me, I know. But I think it's for the best... Tina is the worst thing that ever happened to the man... the things she did to his mind... she changed him... brought out the worst in him. Did you know he never touched alcohol, before he married her?" he asked.
"No." McAllister shot back, looking back to Adama. "How did she mess with him... in what way?"
"That woman is one frakked-up psyco. She... likes her men to be... dominant... aggressive. She likes to be thrown around... hit. The fights he's had with that woman... stuff of legends." Adama added.
"Frakking-a." McAllister whispered, loud enough for Adama to hear, as Adama silently excused himself.
PRESENT DAY
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
OBSERVATION LOUNGE
D'anna's eyes were wide, as Grae finished the tale.
"Granted, I never met the woman personally... but that's what I've heard." Grae offered, as D'anna downed the drink in her glass, pushing herself away from the bar.
"Thanks." the XO offered, as she began to leave the room.
"Anytime, Sir..." Grae whispered, turning back to her drink.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Written by BolianAdmiral and Macker
CONTINUED...
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The Battlestar and her fleet, as well as the two Omironian warships, held position in open space, having finally jumped away from New Caprica.
The new tactics that the Basestars had used... hit-and-jump tactics, were a mixed blessing for the fleet... on one hand, the massive Omironian warships could not totally destroy the Cylon ships. On the other hand, however, that also meant that the Cylons could not inflict as much damage as they would have liked on the fleet, as well.
Urantia had taken the most of the damage, having been forced to hold one position for most of the battle, to protect the Sepia Moon.
STARBOARD FLIGHT POD
Inside the massive hangar bay, the Sepia Moon sat, landed, as the four exit ramps to the craft allowed the Emilonian pilgrims the chance to exit the war-weary ship, as deckhands and Marines from Urantia helped the passengers off the ship, and onto the deck.
As the pilgrims emerged from the small ship, Eliza Winnow also emerged, walking down the ramp, onto Urantia's deck.
She scanned the area near the exits for a familiar face, and finally found her target, walking towards her... Tyler Standish.
As he approached her, her smile widened, and she threw her arms around him, as he held her.
"Welcome aboard Urantia." he said, as they hugged, Eliza finally pulling away, and looking to him.
"I owe you thanks, for that rescue you pulled back there." she said, smiling.
"Well..." Standish began, offering his arm, which Eliza took, while Tyler began to lead her out of the hangar area. "I couldn't let my favorite redhead, and the hottest woman in the fleet, fall victim to the Cylons." he added, softly, looking back to her. "Besides... you know me... any chance I get to vent some frustration..." he said.
"Guys and their guns." Eliza lamented, shaking her head, as they left the hangar, and stepped into the hallway.
When they were in the middle of the hallway, Standish led Eliza to the wall, and she stood against it, facing him, as he turned to face her.
"I still think about you... all the time." she began.
"I do too... all the time." Standish replied. "But I'm just not ready... the things that your leader advocates... I'm not ready for that... I can't deal with that. If I want you, then I want you... alone, and to myself. I don't want to share you with any other husbands." he added.
Eliza looked to the floor for a moment, before facing Tyler again.
"I suppose I can appreciate that." she continued. "But I'm a one-man woman. I wouldn't want to share you, either. That may make me greedy in the eyes of my people, but it's the way I feel. Personally... I think Saraiah is a bit of a sex maniac... for a woman to need three husbands..." she said, as Standish had no choice but to laugh at the comment... something he wouldn't imagine Eliza saying. "But you need more time... I understand." she added.
"That I do. Thanks for understanding." Tyler replied, nodding in appreciation, as he began to walk away.
"I'll still be here." Eliza called out after him.
"So will I." Standish shot back, walking away, as she headed towards the guest cabins.
OBSERVATION LOUNGE
The room was bustling with activity, as Grae sat at the bar, downing a glass of ambrosia, a half-empty bottle on the bar, beside the glass. She was about to take another sip, when someone took a seat beside her... D'anna.
"Mind if I join you?" the XO asked.
Grae looked to D'anna, with half-drunk eyes, as some bangs of hair fell in front of her eyes.
"I thought you hate me." Grae asked.
"I do... and you hate me as well, so let's just get down to it... I need some information." D'anna offered.
"About?" Grae added.
"The Commander." D'anna started, looking to Grae. "I assume you've known the Commander for some time... lately, he's been getting increasingly aggressive. I've heard rumors that it might have something to do with his wife... anything you could add... that would elaborate on that?" she asked.
Grae looked to D'anna long and hard... taking in the look in her eyes, as she remembered...
COLONIAL FLEET COMMAND INSTALLATION, LEONIS - 4 YEARS AGO
The large reception room was awash with activity, as Colonial Fleet officers mingled about, helping themselves to drinks from the open bar, and appetizers from the tables, as large banners on the walls wished Admiral Tilton a happy retirement.
One attractive young woman walked over to three Commanders, who were standing together, talking amongst themselves.
"Thank you." the younger of the three Commanders said, taking a glass, as the woman walked away. The younger Commander looked at the other two, squinting, in mock concentration, as he pointed to the other two men, while holding his drink. "Now I know what it is about you two... what's been bugging me all night long..." he said.
"And just what is that?" William Adama asked, looking up to the man, from his drink.
"You two... you look like you could be brothers... you look almost exactly alike!" the pointing man offered.
"Frak that." Adama said, softly, taking another drink.
"Like hell." Tyler Standish said, at the same time Adama made his remark. "You need glasses, Mister McAllister." he added.
"No, it's true!" McAllister prodded. "The only difference, is your moustache, Bill." he added, as Standish and Adama looked at each other, skeptically.
"Don't count on me ever growing one of those frakking things." Standish said, taking a drink, and then looking back to McAllister. "So, what about it, Darryl... when the hell are you gonna graduate from commanding a Gunstar, to a Battlestar, like the big boys?" he asked.
"Hey, now... the Resolve is a fine vessel." McAllister protested. "Now that we don't have to worry about the frakking toasters, the pirate activity keeps us busy... they've been raiding pretty hard at Gemenon." he added. "Besides... last time I checked, Urantia was smaller than the Galactica." he said, as Adama looked to Standish, smiling wryly.
"He's got you there, Tyler." Adama offered, softly.
"Frak it..." Standish began, as he looked at his empty glass. "I need a refill... be back in a sec." he added, walking away, leaving McAllister and Adama together.
"How's Standish doing on the home front?" McAllister inquired.
Adama looked to the man, and then looked back at his drink, letting out a deep sigh, as he faced McAllister.
"It's been rough on him." he began. "The loss of the baby hit him real hard... and the divorce is pretty ugly. Tina's trying to take everything. He's at the point where he's just about ready to just give up." he said.
McAllister looked in the direction where Standish was, as he replied.
"Must be rough." he offered.
"It is." Adama added. "Trust me, I know. But I think it's for the best... Tina is the worst thing that ever happened to the man... the things she did to his mind... she changed him... brought out the worst in him. Did you know he never touched alcohol, before he married her?" he asked.
"No." McAllister shot back, looking back to Adama. "How did she mess with him... in what way?"
"That woman is one frakked-up psyco. She... likes her men to be... dominant... aggressive. She likes to be thrown around... hit. The fights he's had with that woman... stuff of legends." Adama added.
"Frakking-a." McAllister whispered, loud enough for Adama to hear, as Adama silently excused himself.
PRESENT DAY
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
OBSERVATION LOUNGE
D'anna's eyes were wide, as Grae finished the tale.
"Granted, I never met the woman personally... but that's what I've heard." Grae offered, as D'anna downed the drink in her glass, pushing herself away from the bar.
"Thanks." the XO offered, as she began to leave the room.
"Anytime, Sir..." Grae whispered, turning back to her drink.
TO BE CONTINUED...
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "A Wing & A Prayer" (EP. 005)
CONTINUED...
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The Battlestar crept along through space, her fleet close behind, along with the two Omironian warships, as Viper CAP patrols flew alongside and past the fleet ships.
PORT FLIGHT POD
The Viper pilots and deckhands all looked up to Commander Standish, as he worked his way down the steps, to the main deck. Everyone stood at attention, and saluted him.
He could see that they were all gathered around Urantia's newest prize... the Cylon recon Raider, that Jareth Benassi had shot down.
As Standish stood in front of the assembled group, he saw his CAG, Grae, looking to him with a smile.
"At ease." he said, walking slowly towards the Cylon craft, and looking it over. Finally, he turned to Grae, smiling. "You did it, Medusa..." he began.
"Actually, Sir... I'm afraid I can't take credit for it... that honor belongs to someone else." she stated.
"Who?" Tyler asked.
In response, Grae just nodded in the direction she wanted the Commander to look, as he turned his head.
As Standish looked forward, the mass of Viper pilots cleared a path down the middle, revealing a lone pilot, at the end of the line... Jareth Benassi.
Jareth looked uneasy... even afraid, after his last encounter with Standish, as he held his helmet at his waist, sheepishly.
Standish walked over to him, every footstep seemingly echoing throughout the entire bay, ominously. Finally, the Commander arrived in front of Jareth, who snapped into position, standing straight, and saluting, looking straight forward.
Standish regarded the sight of the young man for a long second, before breaking the silence.
"You... you shot this down?" the Commander asked.
"SIR... yes, Sir!" Jareth called out, still staring straight ahead.
Standish nodded silently, keeping his look on Jareth for a few seconds. Finally, he made a move, and Jareth looked down, to see Standish's hand extended, for him to shake.
"Good work, Mister Benassi." Standish offered softly, looking right into Jareth's eyes, as Grae wore a wide smile, behind the Commander.
Jareth didn't know what to make of this, and just accepted the Commander's hand, shaking it, as he looked to Standish.
"Sir... thank you, Sir!" he exclaimed.
Just then, the entire group of Viper jocks burst out into cheer, and moved to Jareth, lifting him up, over the shoulders of a group of pilots, and parading him around the area, as Standish turned to Grae, who was looking at him, smiling.
"That was nice." she offered.
The Commander raised his eyebrows in mock-interest, as he delivered his reply.
"Don't let it go to your head... I know how you are." he began. "Let's just say, he impressed me with this enough, that he proved his worth. We'll see if he keeps it up." he added, as he led Grae with him, the two making their way out of the bay.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The ship continued leading the fleet along the dark expanse of space.
COMMANDER STANDISH'S CABIN
Tyler Standish got up from his seat, to pour himself another ambrosia, when he heard his door open, and turned around in time to see D'anna walk in, the door closing behind her.
"D'anna." he started. "What brings you here?" he asked, as she met up with him, and wrapped her arms around his neck, and looked to him, kissing him hard, as his right hand set the glass of ambrosia down on the table, allowing him to wrap both his arms around her.
Finally, she broke the seal her lips had on his, allowing him to breathe, as he looked at her.
"You do." she replied. "That was nice, how you defended me, in the CIC yesterday." she said.
"That motherfrakker called you... YOU... a Cylon... right in front of everybody... when he said that, I just lost it." Standish confessed.
D'anna again wrapped her arms around the Commander, looking up to him.
"You don't believe him, do you, baby?" she asked.
"Frak, no... that's such a silly thing to say... he said it, because he was desperate... trying to cover his own ass." Tyler replied.
"Good." D'anna began, drawing her finger along the Commander's uniform jacket, as she made her way down below the belt, with her finger. "Because, Gods help me, I know it's not right, but when you shot him... part of me... was a little... turned on... yor confidence... your resolve... your rage." she added, now looking right into his eyes, as her finger continued its work, below the Commander's belt.
As she looked into his eyes, she could feel that what she was doing was working... the Commander's breathing was becoming harder, quicker. Finally, Tyler let out a subtle growl, as he snarled a bit, and reached behind D'anna, and grasped a fistful of hair, and pulled her head back a bit, as she looked to him, both people with eyes full of building lust.
He leaned close to her, to kiss her, but was broken from the spell, by the phone ringing.
He let it ring a few times, before grudgingly releasing D'anna from his grip, as he walked over to the wall, and picked up the phone.
"Yes?" he asked.
STARBOARD FLIGHT POD
At the Action Chief's desk, the Chief mechanic spoke to the commander, on the phone.
"Sir... if you have a moment... there is something here you will definitely want to see... and bring that recon photo with the fuzzy blotch with you." the man said, hanging up.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
A trio of Vipers flew past the massive starboard flight pod, as Urantia sailed by.
STARBOARD FLIGHT POD
Once again, Standish made his way down onto the flight deck, where the Action Chief met him, leading him to a large object, that was covered with a large gray cloth.
"It was found by the SAR team on Raptor Two." the Chief explained, pausing beside the cloth-covered object. "We have confirmed the authenticity of the materials, so it's real." he said, as he now quickly pulled the cloth away, revaling the object...
Standish's expression was one of utter shock, surprise, and disbelief.
There, before him, was the entire starboard wing, and part of the side fuselage, of a Mk. VII Colonial Viper. But it was not just any Viper... the name on the fuselage remnant was what delivered the shock...
"GALACTICA".
For a long series of seconds, Tyler just stared at the name, until finally lifting the fuzzy photo up in front of him.
It was now official... the fuzzy blotch WAS another battlestar... it was Galactica! But how... how did it end up here? How did TWO entire Battlestars end up here, at New Caprica? And if Pegasus was the only ship destroyed at New Caprica... WHERE was the Galactica?
TO BE CONTINUED...
CONTINUED...
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The Battlestar crept along through space, her fleet close behind, along with the two Omironian warships, as Viper CAP patrols flew alongside and past the fleet ships.
PORT FLIGHT POD
The Viper pilots and deckhands all looked up to Commander Standish, as he worked his way down the steps, to the main deck. Everyone stood at attention, and saluted him.
He could see that they were all gathered around Urantia's newest prize... the Cylon recon Raider, that Jareth Benassi had shot down.
As Standish stood in front of the assembled group, he saw his CAG, Grae, looking to him with a smile.
"At ease." he said, walking slowly towards the Cylon craft, and looking it over. Finally, he turned to Grae, smiling. "You did it, Medusa..." he began.
"Actually, Sir... I'm afraid I can't take credit for it... that honor belongs to someone else." she stated.
"Who?" Tyler asked.
In response, Grae just nodded in the direction she wanted the Commander to look, as he turned his head.
As Standish looked forward, the mass of Viper pilots cleared a path down the middle, revealing a lone pilot, at the end of the line... Jareth Benassi.
Jareth looked uneasy... even afraid, after his last encounter with Standish, as he held his helmet at his waist, sheepishly.
Standish walked over to him, every footstep seemingly echoing throughout the entire bay, ominously. Finally, the Commander arrived in front of Jareth, who snapped into position, standing straight, and saluting, looking straight forward.
Standish regarded the sight of the young man for a long second, before breaking the silence.
"You... you shot this down?" the Commander asked.
"SIR... yes, Sir!" Jareth called out, still staring straight ahead.
Standish nodded silently, keeping his look on Jareth for a few seconds. Finally, he made a move, and Jareth looked down, to see Standish's hand extended, for him to shake.
"Good work, Mister Benassi." Standish offered softly, looking right into Jareth's eyes, as Grae wore a wide smile, behind the Commander.
Jareth didn't know what to make of this, and just accepted the Commander's hand, shaking it, as he looked to Standish.
"Sir... thank you, Sir!" he exclaimed.
Just then, the entire group of Viper jocks burst out into cheer, and moved to Jareth, lifting him up, over the shoulders of a group of pilots, and parading him around the area, as Standish turned to Grae, who was looking at him, smiling.
"That was nice." she offered.
The Commander raised his eyebrows in mock-interest, as he delivered his reply.
"Don't let it go to your head... I know how you are." he began. "Let's just say, he impressed me with this enough, that he proved his worth. We'll see if he keeps it up." he added, as he led Grae with him, the two making their way out of the bay.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The ship continued leading the fleet along the dark expanse of space.
COMMANDER STANDISH'S CABIN
Tyler Standish got up from his seat, to pour himself another ambrosia, when he heard his door open, and turned around in time to see D'anna walk in, the door closing behind her.
"D'anna." he started. "What brings you here?" he asked, as she met up with him, and wrapped her arms around his neck, and looked to him, kissing him hard, as his right hand set the glass of ambrosia down on the table, allowing him to wrap both his arms around her.
Finally, she broke the seal her lips had on his, allowing him to breathe, as he looked at her.
"You do." she replied. "That was nice, how you defended me, in the CIC yesterday." she said.
"That motherfrakker called you... YOU... a Cylon... right in front of everybody... when he said that, I just lost it." Standish confessed.
D'anna again wrapped her arms around the Commander, looking up to him.
"You don't believe him, do you, baby?" she asked.
"Frak, no... that's such a silly thing to say... he said it, because he was desperate... trying to cover his own ass." Tyler replied.
"Good." D'anna began, drawing her finger along the Commander's uniform jacket, as she made her way down below the belt, with her finger. "Because, Gods help me, I know it's not right, but when you shot him... part of me... was a little... turned on... yor confidence... your resolve... your rage." she added, now looking right into his eyes, as her finger continued its work, below the Commander's belt.
As she looked into his eyes, she could feel that what she was doing was working... the Commander's breathing was becoming harder, quicker. Finally, Tyler let out a subtle growl, as he snarled a bit, and reached behind D'anna, and grasped a fistful of hair, and pulled her head back a bit, as she looked to him, both people with eyes full of building lust.
He leaned close to her, to kiss her, but was broken from the spell, by the phone ringing.
He let it ring a few times, before grudgingly releasing D'anna from his grip, as he walked over to the wall, and picked up the phone.
"Yes?" he asked.
STARBOARD FLIGHT POD
At the Action Chief's desk, the Chief mechanic spoke to the commander, on the phone.
"Sir... if you have a moment... there is something here you will definitely want to see... and bring that recon photo with the fuzzy blotch with you." the man said, hanging up.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
A trio of Vipers flew past the massive starboard flight pod, as Urantia sailed by.
STARBOARD FLIGHT POD
Once again, Standish made his way down onto the flight deck, where the Action Chief met him, leading him to a large object, that was covered with a large gray cloth.
"It was found by the SAR team on Raptor Two." the Chief explained, pausing beside the cloth-covered object. "We have confirmed the authenticity of the materials, so it's real." he said, as he now quickly pulled the cloth away, revaling the object...
Standish's expression was one of utter shock, surprise, and disbelief.
There, before him, was the entire starboard wing, and part of the side fuselage, of a Mk. VII Colonial Viper. But it was not just any Viper... the name on the fuselage remnant was what delivered the shock...
"GALACTICA".
For a long series of seconds, Tyler just stared at the name, until finally lifting the fuzzy photo up in front of him.
It was now official... the fuzzy blotch WAS another battlestar... it was Galactica! But how... how did it end up here? How did TWO entire Battlestars end up here, at New Caprica? And if Pegasus was the only ship destroyed at New Caprica... WHERE was the Galactica?
TO BE CONTINUED...
Hey, all...
I have an announcement, for those of you who are here from the now-defunct Pegasus Actual site.
Friday night, Season 4.5 of BSG will begin, and while there IS a forum here on the BBS, for BSG... I was thinking it might be a cool idea to devote Friday night's posts in the Urantia thread, to comments/opinions/questions, about the 4.5 premiere, since we can't do it in the PA. If you want to do that, let me know. If you'd rather just post in the Galactica forum, that's cool as well. It was just an idea I thought of.
I have an announcement, for those of you who are here from the now-defunct Pegasus Actual site.
Friday night, Season 4.5 of BSG will begin, and while there IS a forum here on the BBS, for BSG... I was thinking it might be a cool idea to devote Friday night's posts in the Urantia thread, to comments/opinions/questions, about the 4.5 premiere, since we can't do it in the PA. If you want to do that, let me know. If you'd rather just post in the Galactica forum, that's cool as well. It was just an idea I thought of.
Since you mentioned the deck crew...
Bruce, this just better with every post, keep 'em coming!
PASS THE WORD TO OTHER PA REFUGEES....
Our good friends at Galactica Station / Ragnar Anchorage have a chat room. I spoke to Drew(Supreme Heretic) and he will be there too.
Stop on by once the show starts!
http://www.galacticastation.com/Chatroom/chat.html
RG
PASS THE WORD TO OTHER PA REFUGEES....
Our good friends at Galactica Station / Ragnar Anchorage have a chat room. I spoke to Drew(Supreme Heretic) and he will be there too.
Stop on by once the show starts!
http://www.galacticastation.com/Chatroom/chat.html
RG
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "A Wing & A Prayer" (EP. 005)
CONTINUED...
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The Battlestar crept along through space, her fleet close behind, along with the two Omironian warships, as Viper CAP patrols flew alongside and past the fleet ships.
XO'S CABIN
The door to D'anna's quarters opened up, and she emerged, the head of the Cylon Centurion cradled in her left arm, as she closed the door behind her, and returned the salute of the two Marines guarding the door, walking away down the hall.
She was on a mission... to get rid of the head of the Centurion. Every time she saw it, it made her angry. She wanted to toss the frakking thing out an airlock, and be done with it. Her pace was brisk, as she walked to the nearest airlock.
Suddenly, she was stopped, by a young man, who paused, and saluted her. He was extremely young... wearing the suit of a Viper jock. He must have just completed Viper training. She paused, and returned his salute.
"Sir!" the man began. "If I may, Sir... where are you taking that?" he asked, regarding the head.
D'anna looked to the Cylon head, as she returned his look.
"This? I'm taking it to the airlock... it's going out with the trash." she said.
"Sir... if I may... I mean... if it's all the same to you, Sir... would you mind, if I took custody of it, Sir?" he asked, nervously.
"Why? You need a new ashtray, or something?" D'anna shot back.
"No, Sir... I thought I'd take it to the pilot's Rec Room... it'd make a great trophy, Sir... you know... to boost the pilots' morale, right?" he said, smiling.
Inwardly, D'anna felt a wave of anger wash over her, as she fought the urge to lunge at the man, and punch him to a pulpy mess. This was not the time for that... if she gave in to those urges of violent lust, she'd be discovered as a Cylon, and that could not be allowed to happen. But that did nothing to stifle the anger and hate she felt for these humans. So, grudgingly, she shared the young man's smile, as she tossed the Cylon head to him.
"Here." she said. "Take it... just keep it out of my sight... it creeps me out. Oh, and I don't want to hear any rude jokes about the XO giving you head, either... got it?" she asked.
"Sir!" the man said, enthusiastically, as he smiled wide, and offered a proud salute. "Yes, Sir! Thank you, Sir!" he added, as he walked off, with his new prize.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The ship sailed along, as a Viper CAP flew past the front of the ship.
CIC
Commander Standish stood over the command table, absorbed in the study of the recon photos with the fuzzy image of the Battlestar Galactica. He was lost in the images... taking stock of what it all meant. How did the Galactica wind up way out here, and where the frak did it go? How come it managed to escape the fate Pegasus suffered? His mind tried to make some sense of it all.
D'anna entered the room, and made her way over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder, as he looked to her.
"Anything?" she asked, softly.
"Not yet." Standish replied. "I don't know... I have to do it. I can't take the chance... I mean, she's a fellow Battlestar... we... I... owe it to her. To her crew. To Adama." he added.
"What about your plans to return to Caprica? Are we giving up on that?" she asked. "We don't even know where Galactica went... or where she is." she added, as Standish straightened up, looking to her.
"I promised to return to the Colonies... and we will... but I have to try and find her. I can't leave that ship out here, all alone, to fend for herself, against the Cylons." he said, now looking back to the photos.
TO BE CONTINUED...
CONTINUED...
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The Battlestar crept along through space, her fleet close behind, along with the two Omironian warships, as Viper CAP patrols flew alongside and past the fleet ships.
XO'S CABIN
The door to D'anna's quarters opened up, and she emerged, the head of the Cylon Centurion cradled in her left arm, as she closed the door behind her, and returned the salute of the two Marines guarding the door, walking away down the hall.
She was on a mission... to get rid of the head of the Centurion. Every time she saw it, it made her angry. She wanted to toss the frakking thing out an airlock, and be done with it. Her pace was brisk, as she walked to the nearest airlock.
Suddenly, she was stopped, by a young man, who paused, and saluted her. He was extremely young... wearing the suit of a Viper jock. He must have just completed Viper training. She paused, and returned his salute.
"Sir!" the man began. "If I may, Sir... where are you taking that?" he asked, regarding the head.
D'anna looked to the Cylon head, as she returned his look.
"This? I'm taking it to the airlock... it's going out with the trash." she said.
"Sir... if I may... I mean... if it's all the same to you, Sir... would you mind, if I took custody of it, Sir?" he asked, nervously.
"Why? You need a new ashtray, or something?" D'anna shot back.
"No, Sir... I thought I'd take it to the pilot's Rec Room... it'd make a great trophy, Sir... you know... to boost the pilots' morale, right?" he said, smiling.
Inwardly, D'anna felt a wave of anger wash over her, as she fought the urge to lunge at the man, and punch him to a pulpy mess. This was not the time for that... if she gave in to those urges of violent lust, she'd be discovered as a Cylon, and that could not be allowed to happen. But that did nothing to stifle the anger and hate she felt for these humans. So, grudgingly, she shared the young man's smile, as she tossed the Cylon head to him.
"Here." she said. "Take it... just keep it out of my sight... it creeps me out. Oh, and I don't want to hear any rude jokes about the XO giving you head, either... got it?" she asked.
"Sir!" the man said, enthusiastically, as he smiled wide, and offered a proud salute. "Yes, Sir! Thank you, Sir!" he added, as he walked off, with his new prize.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The ship sailed along, as a Viper CAP flew past the front of the ship.
CIC
Commander Standish stood over the command table, absorbed in the study of the recon photos with the fuzzy image of the Battlestar Galactica. He was lost in the images... taking stock of what it all meant. How did the Galactica wind up way out here, and where the frak did it go? How come it managed to escape the fate Pegasus suffered? His mind tried to make some sense of it all.
D'anna entered the room, and made her way over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder, as he looked to her.
"Anything?" she asked, softly.
"Not yet." Standish replied. "I don't know... I have to do it. I can't take the chance... I mean, she's a fellow Battlestar... we... I... owe it to her. To her crew. To Adama." he added.
"What about your plans to return to Caprica? Are we giving up on that?" she asked. "We don't even know where Galactica went... or where she is." she added, as Standish straightened up, looking to her.
"I promised to return to the Colonies... and we will... but I have to try and find her. I can't leave that ship out here, all alone, to fend for herself, against the Cylons." he said, now looking back to the photos.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Okay, this is another "Art" update, hehe.
I wanted to try and make one of the old sepia-tone photos from the Emilon fleet ships, so I whipped this image up, of an old portrait of Captain Zender Kline, of the Sal Caltanis.
In the pic, he's supposed to be on the deck of the Prosperity, in Gladmyston Harbor, on Emilon. I'd assume this was the photo taken of him, when he first got his military commission, or something, like how our soldiers have their photos taken beside the flag.
So, here it is, just for fun.
-BolianAdmiral
I wanted to try and make one of the old sepia-tone photos from the Emilon fleet ships, so I whipped this image up, of an old portrait of Captain Zender Kline, of the Sal Caltanis.
In the pic, he's supposed to be on the deck of the Prosperity, in Gladmyston Harbor, on Emilon. I'd assume this was the photo taken of him, when he first got his military commission, or something, like how our soldiers have their photos taken beside the flag.
So, here it is, just for fun.
-BolianAdmiral
Yep, they do.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "A Wing & A Prayer" (EP. 005)
CONTINUED...
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The Battlestar crept along through space, her fleet close behind, along with the two Omironian warships, as Viper CAP patrols flew alongside and past the fleet ships.
*SMACK!*
*UGH!*
A pair of fists again slammed down into an unseen target, as droplets of blood sprayed out and upwards, as the sounds of echoing grunts could be heard.
Gradually, as if in slow motion, the owner of the fists revealed itself... Tyler Standish.
His face was a frenzied mix of intense rage, horror, unbelievable sorrow, and loss, as he clenched his teeth, and relentlessly continued his assault on the unseen victim, as blood sprayed onto his face, as he began to now yell out, in rage.
Finally, the rush began to wear off, and the flood of emotions surging through his body began to calm, and his inner sorrow took over, and he withdrew, breathing heavily, as he now stepped back, beginning to cry.
He slumped down into the corner of the brig cell, and wiped the blood that was dripping from his sweat-soaked face, as he finally looked to his victim...
A lone Cylon Centurion... a modern version, sat slumped in the other corner of the cell, blood spattered all over its metal body, as the "V" panel on its face that housed the scanner remained dark and lifeless.
Suddenly, something changed... from deep within the Centurion, a sound began to grow... a sound that was wicked, and taunting...
As Standish looked to his enemy, the red scanning light again erupted to life, and began to move to and fro, as the sound intensified... it was laughter... a deeply wicked and dark laughter, meant only to taunt. The Centurion was laughing at him.
Suddenly, without any warning, the Centurion's left hand switched to guns, and raised itself in aim at Standish, as the Commander's eyes looked directly into the gun barrel.
*BANG!*
The Centurion fired a single shot, raced right for Standish's head.
With a loud gasp, Tyler woke up from his nightmare, bolting upright in his bed.
"Motherfrakker..." he whispered, after somewhat collecting himself.
The lights to his cabin turned on, and a glass was thumped down onto a table, as a amber-colored liquid was poured inside. After a few seconds, Tyler's hand reached for the glass, and brought it to his lips, downing the entire glass in a few gulps, as he set the glass back down, looking straight ahead, tired.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The Battlestar crept along through space, her fleet close behind.
CIC
The doors to the Combat Information Center opened up, allowing Standish's ears to take in the ghostly whines of numerous DRADIS monitors, as he walked over to the command table.
"Sir!" Hindri called out. "Trouble sleeping tonight, Sir?" he asked.
"Something like that, Mister Hindri." Standish softly answered, not looking to the man.
Commander Standish was focused on two photographs on the table before him... one, a photo of the Viper wing from Galactica. The other, the image of Galactica, from Pegasus's data recorder.
He stared intently at the two images, becoming lost in them, as if they were themselves trying to tell him something.
"Where the frak are you?" he whispered softly, as if talking to Galactica.
Finally, Standish straightened up, and slowly turned to face Hindri.
"Mister Hindri... send a message to the Captains of all fleet ships for me. Tell them I want to meet with them this afternoon, in my cabin." he instructed.
"Of course, Sir... composing message now, Sir." Hindri replied.
Standish nodded, exhausted.
"Thank you, Mister Hindri. You have the deck. I'm... I'm going for a walk." he added,
"Aye, Sir!" Hindri called out, as Standish walked out of the CIC.
TO BE CONTINUED...
CONTINUED...
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The Battlestar crept along through space, her fleet close behind, along with the two Omironian warships, as Viper CAP patrols flew alongside and past the fleet ships.
*SMACK!*
*UGH!*
A pair of fists again slammed down into an unseen target, as droplets of blood sprayed out and upwards, as the sounds of echoing grunts could be heard.
Gradually, as if in slow motion, the owner of the fists revealed itself... Tyler Standish.
His face was a frenzied mix of intense rage, horror, unbelievable sorrow, and loss, as he clenched his teeth, and relentlessly continued his assault on the unseen victim, as blood sprayed onto his face, as he began to now yell out, in rage.
Finally, the rush began to wear off, and the flood of emotions surging through his body began to calm, and his inner sorrow took over, and he withdrew, breathing heavily, as he now stepped back, beginning to cry.
He slumped down into the corner of the brig cell, and wiped the blood that was dripping from his sweat-soaked face, as he finally looked to his victim...
A lone Cylon Centurion... a modern version, sat slumped in the other corner of the cell, blood spattered all over its metal body, as the "V" panel on its face that housed the scanner remained dark and lifeless.
Suddenly, something changed... from deep within the Centurion, a sound began to grow... a sound that was wicked, and taunting...
As Standish looked to his enemy, the red scanning light again erupted to life, and began to move to and fro, as the sound intensified... it was laughter... a deeply wicked and dark laughter, meant only to taunt. The Centurion was laughing at him.
Suddenly, without any warning, the Centurion's left hand switched to guns, and raised itself in aim at Standish, as the Commander's eyes looked directly into the gun barrel.
*BANG!*
The Centurion fired a single shot, raced right for Standish's head.
With a loud gasp, Tyler woke up from his nightmare, bolting upright in his bed.
"Motherfrakker..." he whispered, after somewhat collecting himself.
The lights to his cabin turned on, and a glass was thumped down onto a table, as a amber-colored liquid was poured inside. After a few seconds, Tyler's hand reached for the glass, and brought it to his lips, downing the entire glass in a few gulps, as he set the glass back down, looking straight ahead, tired.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The Battlestar crept along through space, her fleet close behind.
CIC
The doors to the Combat Information Center opened up, allowing Standish's ears to take in the ghostly whines of numerous DRADIS monitors, as he walked over to the command table.
"Sir!" Hindri called out. "Trouble sleeping tonight, Sir?" he asked.
"Something like that, Mister Hindri." Standish softly answered, not looking to the man.
Commander Standish was focused on two photographs on the table before him... one, a photo of the Viper wing from Galactica. The other, the image of Galactica, from Pegasus's data recorder.
He stared intently at the two images, becoming lost in them, as if they were themselves trying to tell him something.
"Where the frak are you?" he whispered softly, as if talking to Galactica.
Finally, Standish straightened up, and slowly turned to face Hindri.
"Mister Hindri... send a message to the Captains of all fleet ships for me. Tell them I want to meet with them this afternoon, in my cabin." he instructed.
"Of course, Sir... composing message now, Sir." Hindri replied.
Standish nodded, exhausted.
"Thank you, Mister Hindri. You have the deck. I'm... I'm going for a walk." he added,
"Aye, Sir!" Hindri called out, as Standish walked out of the CIC.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Hey, all...
Just a quick announcement.
I have been thinking about this for some time, and I am going to go ahead and try it... I am going to submit the BSG Urantia story to TOR books, who publishes the BSG novels. I figure that if Star Trek has novel sets set on different ships, etc, so can BSG, so I'm gonna pitch the idea of a multi-novel series based on BSG Urantia.
A few things will change, for the final novel version of the story.
Urantia will be a Galactica-Class Battlestar. The reason I originally selected the Valkyrie, was because I did not want to use the biggest ship, just for the sake of it. However, I am no longer sure the Valkyrie has enough weapons to protect her, as long as Urantia has survived in the story. Also, in RAZOR, we saw three Galactica-Class Battlestars, in the flashback where the Columbia was fighting the TOS Basestar. Add to that, the fact that we also saw a Galactica-Class at the Scorpion Fleet yards, as well as in Caprica orbit, in the miniseries, indicates that the ships are still in use, and pretty common in the fleet, so I'm going use that class.
Also, the opening of the story will change. Having Urantia docked at a fleet yard is copying RAZOR, and I want to be more original. So, now, the Urantia will be participating in a Colonial "military parade" of ships, along with some other warships, at one of the Colonies. This will allow me to depict a battle with numerous ships when the Cylons jump in, and will also allow me to already have all the Vipers in the air, because Urantia's "Starblazers" astrobatic drill team will be performing, in the vintage Mk. II's much like the Blue Angels or Thunderbirds, today.
Those are the major changes so far. I will provide updates, as I get them. Urantia will be updated shortly.
-BolianAdmiral
Just a quick announcement.
I have been thinking about this for some time, and I am going to go ahead and try it... I am going to submit the BSG Urantia story to TOR books, who publishes the BSG novels. I figure that if Star Trek has novel sets set on different ships, etc, so can BSG, so I'm gonna pitch the idea of a multi-novel series based on BSG Urantia.
A few things will change, for the final novel version of the story.
Urantia will be a Galactica-Class Battlestar. The reason I originally selected the Valkyrie, was because I did not want to use the biggest ship, just for the sake of it. However, I am no longer sure the Valkyrie has enough weapons to protect her, as long as Urantia has survived in the story. Also, in RAZOR, we saw three Galactica-Class Battlestars, in the flashback where the Columbia was fighting the TOS Basestar. Add to that, the fact that we also saw a Galactica-Class at the Scorpion Fleet yards, as well as in Caprica orbit, in the miniseries, indicates that the ships are still in use, and pretty common in the fleet, so I'm going use that class.
Also, the opening of the story will change. Having Urantia docked at a fleet yard is copying RAZOR, and I want to be more original. So, now, the Urantia will be participating in a Colonial "military parade" of ships, along with some other warships, at one of the Colonies. This will allow me to depict a battle with numerous ships when the Cylons jump in, and will also allow me to already have all the Vipers in the air, because Urantia's "Starblazers" astrobatic drill team will be performing, in the vintage Mk. II's much like the Blue Angels or Thunderbirds, today.
Those are the major changes so far. I will provide updates, as I get them. Urantia will be updated shortly.
-BolianAdmiral
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Thanks... I will!
Thanks... I will!
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