nuBSG fanfic "Battlestar Urantia"

[BolianAuthor]

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.

CIC

D'anna looked to Standish, as he looked up at the DRADIS, before letting out a long and deep sigh, as he pulled the phone handset out of its cradle, and pressed the intercom button, opening the channel to the entire fleet.

It took the Commander a second, before he finally began to speak.

"Attention people of the Urantia, and the fleet... this is your Commander." he began. "Over a week ago, we were forced to leave the planet we came to know as New Caprica, due to the Cylon's arrival. While at New Caprica, we learned of the fate of one of our brethren... the Battlestar Pegasus. We know not still, how Pegasus ended up there, nor why the crew of Pegasus decided to establish settlements there. We know only that she met her end locked in combat with three cylon Basestars. However... there is something that those of you outside Urantia did not then know, but must know now... before we jumped away from New Caprica... one of our search and rescue teams made a discovery... a fragment of a Viper wing... a Viper that was not from Urantia, or Pegasus. The markings on this wing indicated that the Viper was from the Battlestar Galactica. Not only did we recover a wing... but we also discovered evidence that there was indeed another Battlestar present here at one time. That had to be Galactica. Because we found no debris from Galactica herself... I must conclude that the ship was able to jump away, to safety. Where she is, we know not. But she is one of ours... she has a Commander... a crew... and a story. She is struggling to stay alive, as are we. Because of these things... it is my responsibility... my DUTY... to seek out Galactica... to come to her aide, and bring her back to the Colonies with us. I cannot ignore her. I cannot turn my back on her. I cannot, and will not. I owe it to the ship, and her Commander, to do whatever I can, to locate her. And so I shall. From this moment on, my orders are that the fleet accompany Urantia, in the search for the Battlestar Galactica. That is all for now. Actual out." he finished, setting the phone down, as he looked to D'anna, a serious look on his face.

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

[TariAdama]

You sure you're no related to Adama, Fearless Leader? Loved it. Very moving and everything.

 

[BolianAuthor]

LOL... glad you liked it.

 

[Fury]

I'm sorry, but the dialogue is continually a source of frustration. Every two second there's a pause written "..." It seems to show up in all your stories. It's annoying and shows a lack of effort on your part to provide description.

 

[BolianAuthor]

^

Well...

The pauses are because I write the way I speak. For instance, you use a period, when you complete a thought, and a comma, when you are continuing a train of thought. But if you're thinking about something for a second... longer than it would take for a mere comma, you use the three dots... it implies a short break.

And we all know that the people on nuBSG, especially Adama, make use of short breaks in their dialogue.

As for it being a lack of effort on my part, I don't see how... I go out of my way to make all my descriptions as detailed and visual as possible. I can only hope I succeed at it. If i don't, I will try hard to do better.

 

[Radiogod]

Just write the way you write Bruce. Any good battlestar can take a few hits and stay on task. Drive on Standish, drive on.

 

[BolianAuthor]

^

Thanks, man... I appreciate the encouragement.

The lack of updates is not due to any crits, but is because after MUCH procrastination, I finally dug in, and completed one of my Star Trek fics on another forum that I had been neglecting for way too long. Now that that is finished, I can devote time to Urantia again.

 

[BolianAuthor]

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

Written by BolianAdmiral and Macker

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.

COMMANDER STANDISH'S CABIN

Once again, an ocean of bodies filled the Commander's cabin to capacity, from his desk, all the way to the doorway, where four Urantia Marines stood guard, ever watchful.

Commander Standish sat at his desk, ignoring the shouts of anger and frustration from the Captains of various fleet ships, as he simply poured more ambrosia into his glass, taking a drink, before finally looking back up at the mob before him. Finally, he broke the silence, as he shouted out, over the noise.

"SHUT UP, ALL OF YOU!" he called out, as gradually, the noise began to die down to nothing, as Standish rose up, facing down the crowd. "I understand that some of you were not expecting this... neither was I. But we... I... have an obligation to the crew of the Galactica, to seek her out, and locate her. She is out there, somewhere. That means that more humans made it out of the Colonies, when the Cylons attacked!" he offered.

"This is NOT what we agreed to, when we joined your fleet, Commander!" one of the Emilon Captains called out. "Our pilgrim fleet was headed for Kobol... and now, after coming so far, you are asking us to reverse course, and head back the way we came? No!" he added.

"Agreed!" another man shouted, from the back of the crowd. "The journey has been long enough, and difficult enough, as-is! We cannot, and will not, simply go back!" he called.

"What of the refugees from Ruion? They have no place to go back to! And we all know we left the Cylons back there... they almost destroyed Urantia! Now you suggest we go back into the fire?" one woman asked.

"We'll see what High Admiral Ardala has to say about this, Commander!" one man spat, as Standish shot him a look, glaring right at the man.

"I am the commander of this fleet! It is MY orders, that dictate the course that this fleet takes! I am the only ranking Colonial officer in this fleet, and High Admiral Ardala knows and recognizes that. But go to him, for all the good it'll do you!" Standish shot back.

"You realize, Sir... that we posses the only fuel ship in this fleet, don't you?" one of the Emilon men shouted out.

That ripped it for Tyler, and he glared at the man.

"Are you threatening me? Is that it? Are you threatening to cut off the fuel supply to Urantia, and her fleet?" Standish shot back, almost chuckling. "Go on... try it. Do it." Standish added, downing the rest of his glass, before slamming it back down on the table, as he looked to the crowd. "We jump in the morning." he added, looking now to the Marines. "Marines! Get them out of here." he added, as he sat back down in his chair.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The ship sailed along, as a Viper CAP flew past the front of the ship.

CIC

D'anna looked on, as the Commander looked up to the DRADIS, which showed the ships of the fleet in their assigned formations. Tyler let out a sigh, as he looked back down to the vast star map, on the command table. Finally, he lifted his head, and spoke up.

"Mister Hindri... signal the fleet to prepare to jump." he instructed.

"Aye, Sir... spooling up FTL... preparing to jump... WAIT!" Hindri said, as new reading came onto his panel, and the DRADIS.

Standish was suddenly alerted to the DRADIS, which bleeped with anew contact, as Hindri's voice confirmed it...

"DRADIS contact!" Hindri began, working his panel. "Sir... I... I don't believe it, Sir... but that ship out there... it's broadcasting Colonial IFF codes... it's one of ours!" he called out, as Standish stared at the DRADIS, uncertainty in his eyes.

"Not so fast... get me confirmation on that... I want to make sure! Abort jump sequence!" Standish called out.

Hindri worked his panel, and then looked up to the Commander again.

"I've rechecked, Sir... it's real... the code is authentic! From the size of it, I'd say it's a Colonial Gunstar, Sir. Their FTL is running way too hot." he added.

Standish gazed at the blip on the monitor, cautious concern in his eyes, as he looked to Hindri.

"Launch alert Vipers... have them make visual ident. Put me through to their CIC!" he added, as the comm channel was opened, and Standish lifted the phone from the cradle to his face.

"This is... this is the Colonial Battlestar Urantia, to Colonial vessel. Identify your--" he began, but was cut off, as the transmission from the other end came on, highly fritzed with static, as if the other ship was having problems with its systems.

"This is the Colonial Gunstar Liberator to the vessel claiming to be the Urantia... Tyler... is that you?" a man's voice sounded.

The voice from Standish's past hit him as if he'd seen a ghost... he recognized the voice of his old friend, Commander McAllister. Standish allowed a look of relief to escape to the surface, as he wore a small smile.

"McAllister? Gods dammit... what the frak... how the frak did you end up all the way out here?" he asked.

A second passed, as the sound of fritzing static filled the air, until finally, McAllister's voice came up again.

"We were just departing from Megiddo Anchorage, when the Cylons broke the armistice... we jumped away, and have been on the run ever since... one random jump after another. The toasters have been on our tail the whole time, but we've managed to hit a few worlds of theirs we found, along the way... bombed their last planet to the Ninth Circle of Hell." he added.

D'anna cringed not only at the thought of her race's planets in the same condition as the Colonies, but at the specific mention of an aspect of her very own religion!

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The alert Viper wing from Urantia sailed away from the Battlestar, and shot towards the new arrival... a small twin-hulled vessel of modest armament... no larger than the twin Emilonian military escorts... the Gunstar Liberator.

GUNSTAR LIBERATOR

CIC

Commander McAllister held the phone to his face, as he looked at the blips on his own DRADIS representing Urantia and her fleet, as the blips representing the Viper wing drew close to his ship's icon.

"It's been a long road, Tyler..." he began, his voice full of relief and exhaustion, as he struggled to hold back tears, at finally hearing the assuring voice of an old friend. "We've lost some good people, and a lot of our systems are in need of major repair...request permission to come alongside?" he asked.

There was a brief pause of static, until the reply came from Urantia.

"Permission granted, Liberator... the Battlestar Urantia awaits you." Standish's voice said, as McAllister let go of the transmit button on the phone, smiling with relief, as he allowed a few tears of joy to escape, as his entire CIC crew burst into cheers behind him.

McAllister's XO patted him on the shoulder, smiling, as McAllister looked up to the DRADIS again, and happily called out his next orders...

"Stand down from Condition One! Ready Raptors for boarding duty!" he called out, elated.

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

[TariAdama]

Kewlness a new Colonial ship showing up. Yes!!! Love it!!

 

[Macker]

Thank you, thank you, thank you! [Bows]

 

[BolianAuthor]

^

LOL... np.

Just remember... McAllister will be in for a bumpy ride for a while. Him and Standish were and are friends, but a LOT has changed for Tyler, and will show through. From this point on, Commander Standish will become less and less liked by people, both in the fleet, and on Urantia.

 

[BolianAuthor]

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

Written by BolianAdmiral and Macker

CONTINUED...

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The Battlestar sailed through space, guiding her fleet along, as the Gunstar Liberator held position alongside, as the twin Omironian warships loomed large in the distance.

COMMANDER STANDISH'S CABIN

Tyler Standish walked around to where McAllister and his XO, Robert Fisk, were sitting, and poured some ambrosia into each of their glasses, before doing the same for D'anna, who sat across from the two men, facing them, as Standish returned to his seat, sighing as he faced his quests.

So... first things first, I suppose." he began. "How the hell did you end up way the frak out here?" he asked.

"Well... where the hell do I start?" McAllister began, swirling the drink around in his glass, as he prepared to relay the tale. "We got the Case Orange signal from Admiral Nagatori, just as were pulling out of Meggido Anchorage for our test run. My hands shook as I opened the sealed orders." he went on.

"What did the orders say?" Standish asked.

Commander McAllister went into recall mode, as he recited his memory of the fateful orders.

"Upon reception of Case Orange signal from Commanding Officer, Colonial Fleet, you are to proceed to jump into Cylon space, locate Cylon installations and neutralize through nuclear strike missions. Return to Meggido for rearmament and continue until relieved. End." he recited.

"If only we knew what was behind that Armistice Line..." D'anna said, looking to McAllister.

Finally, after downing his drink with one swig, Fisk spoke.

"First three bases we found were all along a corridor about half a light year in, running parallel. They were just bases, but Gods, they were like a gold mine. No one left to defend them: no raiders, no missile batteries, no Toasters, nothing at all. Whoever was there forgot to turn out the lights." he stated.

"So what kind of data were you able to find?" Standish asked.

"Tac displays full of info on other planets within the Cylons' dominion. We downloaded those to our systems and we went hunting... starting with the three base rocks we nuked." Fisk offered.

"But," McAllister interrupted as he took a swig, "There was one planet on those charts which outshone them all."

"Some kind of central Cylon world?" D'anna asked.

"So we thought at first." McAllister began. "Took us three jumps at max range to get there. It was a forge. Volcanic activity like you wouldn't believe. We were about to turn tail, thinking it was a trap." he said.

"Then what happened?" Standish inquired.

"A low-level signal was emanating from one of the dormant volcanoes in the southern hemisphere. We sent a Raptor team to investigate, and inside we found these." McAllister reached to the table beside him, and threw down a folder containing a dozen photos taken by the team.

Standish and D'anna picked them up. One of the photos showed thousands of neatly spaced, illuminated immersion tanks, guarded at regular intervals by sentry Centurions. Another photo set of the massive complex displayed manufacturing facilities for even more Centurions.

"Frakking ay..." Standish lamented softly.

Tyler's response elicited a slight chuckle from McAllister.

"I see by your remark, that you must be on the last set of photos." he offered. "Take a good look at those fellows, Tyler." he added, as Standish focused on the image of the bodies in the immersion tanks.

The final photo showed three male humans, or what looked to be humans, surrounding an immersion tank, with someone in the tank itself, apparently naked, and about to emerge.

Suddenly, the features on Standish's face darkened, as he slapped the photos down on the table, looking to McAllister with a deadly serious look on his face.

"So... it's true." Standish whispered, as D'anna looked to him.

"What? What is?" she asked.

"The Cylons look like us now." Standish replied, shooting her the trademark dramatic stare, as she took the photos, to see for herself. What she saw, shocked her, as she looked to Standish, then to McAllister.

"It's... Cavil!" she stated, eyes wide, in mock-surprise, as Standish continued his stare towards her.

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

[TariAdama]

CAVIL you bastard.... Quick Everyone grab you guns and lets go hunting!! LOL!!

 

[TariAdama]

^

LOL... np.

Just remember... McAllister will be in for a bumpy ride for a while. Him and Standish were and are friends, but a LOT has changed for Tyler, and will show through. From this point on, Commander Standish will become less and less liked by people, both in the fleet, and on Urantia.

No Kidding Tyler has changed... he has me as a kid... DUHH!! Grae is a trouble magnet..... Listen to me I am berating my own character. Isn't that trerrible? LMAO!!

 

[BolianAuthor]

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

CONTINUED...

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The Battlestar sailed through space, guiding her fleet along, as the Gunstar Liberator held position alongside, as the twin Omironian warships loomed large in the distance.

CIC

The doors to Urantia's CIC opened, allowing Standish and McAllister to enter, as the crew on duty saluted the two Commanders.

As Standish led McAllister to the command table, he glanced up at the DRADIS, before looking to Hindri for a moment.

"Mister Hindri... are we all set to resume jump?" Tyler asked.

"Aye, Sir. Shall I start the countdown?" Hindri replied.

At this point, D'anna interjected.

"Sir, we've got half a fleet out there, still refusing to follow us. If they stay behind..." she began, as Standish shot her a look.

"Then let them, the motherfrakkers." he spat. "They'll follow us. Urantia's their only chance for survival out here." he added.

"What about those warships out there... from Omiron, was it?" McAllister inquired.

Standish looked to his comrade, as he answered.

"They may have the might... but not the experience fighting the Cylons that we do. They wouldn't last long." he said, confident, as he turned to the command table. Mister Hindri!" he called out. "Jump the ship!" he ordered.

"Aye, Sir!" Hindri called back, as the whine of the FTL coming up to full power was heard, and both Commanders looked up to the DRADIS.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The great ship was suddenly enveloped by the wash of the golden FTL ring, as it swept over the ship, vanishing it from view, as the Liberator, and many other ships followed suit.



A second later, in another region of open space, the FTL ring spat the Urantia back out, along with the Liberator, and a few fleet ships.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

CIC

Standish and McAllister both gazed at the DRADIS, as one by one, the blips representing the fleet ships appeared on the screen, until twelve ships, not counting Urantia and the Liberator were displayed.

After a few seconds, no more blips appeared.

"Ships reporting in, Sir." Hindri began. "Twelve ships followed us... all of them with Colonial signatures... we're back to the ships we had when we left Picon, Sir." he added, solemnly.

McAllister looked to Standish, who just looked down to the command table. Very slowly, his anger began to increase, and he clenched his fists, as his teeth clenched, and his eyes grew wide.

"Frakking ungrateful, unappreciative, disloyal..." he began, whispering at first, as his voice began to raise, until suddenly, he looked to the DRADIS screen, and with all his might, shouted as loud as he could, at the ships that were not there. "MOTHERFRAKKING TRAITORS!" he shouted. "YOU GODSDAMNED MOTHERFRAKKING COWARDS!" he spat, as with all his rage, he slammed his fists onto the command table so hard, that a series of spidery cracks began to spread out, from the points of impact. "FRAK YOU! FRAK THE LOT OF YOU!" he added, as a final shot.

Everyone in the CIC was beside themselves, as they looked on at their Commander, who was unleashing all his verbal rage at the DRADIS. McAllister looked at his old friend, his mouth agape with silent shock. He had never seen Tyler so overcome with pure rage.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The Battlestar, along with the Gunstar Liberator, escorted the twelve-ship fleet through open space.

COMMANDER STANDISH'S CABIN

The Commander paced up and down in front of his desk, his angry breathing heavy, as he reached over for the bottle of brandy on his desk, and flicked the top off, as he guzzled the liquid directly from the bottle, until he had drained it.

He looked aorund, and with a yell, threw the empty bottle against the wall, watching as it shattered into thousands of tiny shards, as he then reached over, and swept all the items off of his desk, shouting out in anger.

When he turned around, he stopped short, at the sight of D'anna, who was standing right in front of him. He looked to her, as sweat beaded on his face, and his teeth were clenched in anger.

"What the frak were you thinking, back there in CIC?" she shot out at him. "Letting the whole frakking ship see that display of yours!" she added.

"Save your speeches for those frakking ingrates in the fleet that stayed behind, woman!" Standish shouted back at her, as he began to move to reach for another bottle of brandy.

Before he could get ahold of it, D'anna grabbed his right arm, and pulled him back, as he turned to her, lost in anger, as his eyes drilled into hers... she could see the uncontrolled rage boiling over inside him.

Finally, Tyler reached over, and violently ripped her uniform top open, and grabbed the back of her head with his right hand, and pulled her to him, kissing her forcefully, before finally breaking it off.

Her reply to the advance was to slap him across the face, which depending on how you look at it, may or may not have had the desired effect...

Tyler shoved her... HARD, into the wall, where she hit with a thud, as he rushed over to her, and with violent force, pinned both her arms up over her head, as he again kissed her hard, until she finally began to relent.

After a few moments, he released her hands, allowing her to undo his belt, as his own hands worked their way down to her chest, while he still kissed her, as he began to buck into her with force.

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

[TariAdama]

Beginning good... ending... Grae:EWWWW!!

 

[Macker]

I am trying my best NOT to think what's going to happen next. This is Great!

 

[BolianAuthor]

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

CONTINUED...

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53



5 DAYS AFTER HYPERLIGHT JUMP



The Battlestar sailed through space, her small fleet in tow, as a handful of Vipers flew CAP past the ships.

Inside the Battlestar, Commander Standish walked through one of the many miles of corridor, almost losing his equilibrium at times, as he had to pause and steady himself, as various crewmembers looked on, most with disdain, others with morbid amusement.

He rounded a corner, and bumped right into a tech specialist, as he held onto the man to straighten himself back on course, as he continued walking to his destination... the Observation Lounge.

OBSERVATION LOUNGE

The door to the room swung open, as people turned to face the person coming in.

The Commander worked his way to the bar, and set himself down on one of the stools with a hefty sigh, as the bartender automatically slid him the usual. Standish took a sluggish drink, before setting the glass back down, as the man beside him tapped him on the shoulder.

"Yeah?" Standish softly asked.

The man beside him was the Liberator's XO, Robert Fisk. He looked to Standish, pondering if he should speak what was on his mind, but finally decided to go for it.

"Sir... I hear we're going back on a course that'll take us by New Caprica again?" he asked.

"What of it?" Tyler replied, weary.

"Sir... I heard that the remains of Battlestar Pegasus were found in orbit. Her XO was my older brother, Sir. I was hoping, if at all possible... if we could perhaps go back... let us send out a Raptor team. See if we can find any more remains there may be, Sir." he offered.

Tyler looked to the young man beside him.

"I appreciate your position, and your desire for closure, but we're not going back there... there were Cylons there..." he began.

"But, Sir... if there's a chance of recovering more remains... more data... don't we owe it to those people on the Pegasus? After all, you said you owe it to Galactica, to go after her... how is this any different? What's the harm in a few Raptors doing a search?" Fisk prodded.

"I said no." Standish shot back, softly, but extremely firm.

"But, Sir!" Fisk tried to counter, but was cut off.

"Bloody FRAK!" Tyler shouted out, drawing the attention of many others in the room. "What the FRAK is wrong with everyone? I am the Commander of this fleet, and I give the Gods-frakking ORDERS!" he shouted out, looking to Fisk. "It was because of MY orders, that our pilots gave their LIVES, in Vipers, fighting to save those sorry motherfrakkers from the Cylons, and because of MY orders, that their ships enjoyed the protection of Urantia! And how do they repay me? How does anyone in that miserable bunch repay those fallen souls? They DON'T! They frak them over, by spitting in the face of their sacrifice, and in the face of MY sacrifice!" he yelled, as all eyes in the room were now on him. I will NOT lose anymore people than I have to! We're staying on course, Mister Fisk!" he shot back.

Fisk looked to Standish for a long silent moment, before just nodding, as he got up, facing down to Tyler.

"I don't know what the frak happened to you. My Commander used to tell me stories about you, and what a great guy you were to be around. But that's not who I see in front of me now." he added, as he left the room.

"Yeah?" Standish shouted out after him. "So what the frak DO you see?" he spat, as after a moment, Tyler turned to face the people staring at him, wide-eyed. "What the frak are you all looking at?" he said to them, as he turned around to again face the bar.

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

[Macker]

Yes, friends, Liberator's XO just got Fisked....8)

 

[BolianAuthor]

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

CONTINUED...

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53



9 DAYS AFTER HYPERLIGHT JUMP



The Battlestar sailed through space, her small fleet in tow, as a handful of Vipers flew CAP past the ships.

COLONIAL PASSENGER LINER "SPEEDWELL"

The medium-sized passenger transport sailed amongst the fleet, through the expanse of space

Inside the ship, in one of the crew cabins, a man was sharing a passionate kiss with one of the fleet's "socializers", as she sat on his lap, in the seat he was in, as others in the cabin area looked on, some with arousal, others with disgust.

Finally, the kiss was broken off, and the woman looked to her client, smiling, as she now got off his lap, standing to face him, with her hand out.

"Thanks, baby... that's twenty cubits, plus my usual tip." she said, winking at him.

The man sighed, as he groped for his wallet, as he retrieved it. He opened it, and began to thumb through the bills of cubits inside. Finally, he looked to the woman, an awkward smile on his face.

"Umm... looks like I only have eighteen." he said, as he began to get up.

Suddenly, a pair of powerful hands placed themselves on his shoulder, and pushed him back down into his seat, as he looked up, to see who was behind him.

"Is there a problem here, pal?" a man's voice said, strong and gruff.

The source of the hands was a huge man, with a black beard, and an arm full of tattoos. The gruff man walked around to stand beside the woman, looking to the man in the chair.

"No... I hope not." the man began.

"This client doesn't have my fee." the woman told the large man.

"Gee... that's a shame." the gruff man began. "Beacuse, you see... my girl here... she don't work for free, and she don't like to be cheated." he added.

"Hey!" one man shouted, from the far end of the cabin. "Let it go, pal... we're all in the same situation here... the guy was just lookin' for some release, is all!" he called out.

The gruff man turned to the new voice.

"Oh?" he asked, as he brandished a pistol at the man. "Supposing I release you!" he offered, as he began to walk towards the new guy.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

CIC

Commander Standish walked into the room just in time to be alerted to some new readings, by Hindri, as he walked to the command table.

"Sir." Hindri began. "We're getting multiple reports of a fight breaking out on the Speedwell, Sir... she's one of the passenger transports. Some reports say a weapon is involved." he added.

Standish looked back to Hindri, as he gave his orders.

"Send a team of fully armed Marines over there... quell the distrubance." Standish said, firmly.

"Aye, Sir... scrambling Marine strike teams... Raptors on launch readiness alert." Hindri replied.

PORT FLIGHT POD

The last of the Marines climbed up into the last Raptor, just as the hatch came down, and the engines powered up, the whine filling the bay. Just then, the lead Raptor lifted off, and proceeded to depart the ship, until finally, the last Raptor followed, lifting off the ground, and moving towards the exit, picking up speed as it flew along.

The Raptor continued to pick up speed, as it finally flew out of the bay, and into empty space, beginning to turn about, until the lead Raptor was visible, and the fleet's ships began to enter into view.

Just as the two Raptors oriented themselves for an approach, a bright golden flash of light was seen, way in the distance, above right from where the fleet ships were. After a second, a thin trail of smoke could be seen, emanating from the point where the flash had been.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

CIC

D'anna and Standish both looked up to the DRADIS, which displayed the new contact.

"DRADIS contact!" Hindri called out. "It's the Sepia Moon, Sir... she's taken damage... venting gasses, and there's some buckling in the aft quarter... she's sending out a distress signal, Sir." he added.

"Tell the Marines to stay their course! Launch rescue Raptor, to Sepia Moon... bring her into the Starboard Pod!" Standish called back.

TO BE CONTINUED...