nuBSG fanfic "Battlestar Urantia"

[BolianAuthor]

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Past, Present, and Future" (EP. 009)

CONTINUED...

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The Battlestar held position over Kobol, along with a few of the fleet's larger ships.

EMILON LANDING PARTY #2 - KOBOL

The air was cool and damp, in the grassy highland valley that sat below the cliff, as two pilgrim women rushed up to the peak, to take in the sight of the Kobol landscape.

The lead woman reached the top, and walked to the edge of the cliff, looking out at all the splendor, as the second woman now walked beside her.

"C'mon, Ezra... we should get back to the camp... we musn't be up here... 'tis not safe." the second woman said, staring down to the misty valley below.

"Oh, quiet, Constance! Must you be fussin' so much? Just look at that view!" Ezra shot back, smiling, as she drank in the sight.

"Aye, 'tis a pretty sight, to be sure... but we ought be goin' now. We won't be wantin' to keep Wardlow waitin' for his supper." Constance replied, tugging at Ezra's arm, to prod her to leave.

"Oh, fine." Ezra protested, as she turned to begin the walk away from the cliff. "I swear, though... you worry too mu--" she started, as she suddenly slipped on a wet rock, and began to flail her arms, in a futile attempt to grab ahold of something solid, as she fell backwards screaming, over the cliff, while Constance looked after her, crying out.

"EZRA!!!" She shouted out, as loud as she could, looking away, as Ezra impacted on the valley floor.

After a second, Constance dared to peer over the cliff again, and saw Ezra's body, on the ground, and her eyes grew wide with shock and grief.

"Bloody frak..." she exclaimed, as she turned, and ran with all the speed she could muster, towards the campsite.

EMILONIAN MILITARY CRUISER "SAL CALTANIS"

The small yellow-ochre colored military vessel sailed over Kobol, alongside the Battlestar Urantia, as Vipers flew CAP alongside the ships.

SAL CALTANIS MORGUE

Admiral Standish and Captain Zender Kline both stood at attention, in full uniform, as Wardlow Ethem, the leader of the Emilon pilgrim fleet, walked over to the table where a body laid, covered by a white cloth, as Eliza, Constance, and Sariah all stood watching, against the far wall.

Slowly, Wardlow reached for the sheet, and pulled it up just enough to afford him a look of the person underneath.

His composure broke, and he began to weep, placing the sheet back over the head of the dead woman, lowering his face, to cry atop her head. After a long series of moments, Ethem looked up to Captain Kline.

"I'm sorry, Mister Ethem. By the time we got to her... there was nothing we could do. She was already passed." Kline offered, as now, Constance walked over to Wardlow, and placed her hands on his shoulders.

"She was my third wife." Ethem began, turning to Constance, and holding her hands, looking her in the eyes. "Constance, my dear... you are now third wife." he said, as she brought her forehead to his, the two greiving together, until finally, Ethem broke the embrace, and began to walk away, stopping for a moment, to face Eliza. "You... this is your fault!" he spat. "The Gods are punishing us, because you're tellin' everyone we should leave this place! The Gods know that you don't really want to be among them!" he added.

Eliza was sad for Ethem's loss, but was not phased by his outburst.

"Father, it says right in the Book of Pythia, that any attempt to return to Kobol, will be resultin' in a loss o' blood. That's not on me... 'tis what the good book itself be sayin'. I'll be advisin' you to change your mind, about settlin' here, otherwise, Ezra may not be the first to go." Eliza warned.

Ethem and Constance glared at Eliza for a long silent moment, before he broke the silence.

"We'll be havin' words at the later... right now, I have to get back to me wives." he shot, as he led Constance out of the room, leaving Eliza and the others behind.

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

[TariAdama]

someone needs to show Ethem his place..... *Raises hand* Pick me!!

 

[Macker]

Can anyone tell me whether Ethem is as prolific as this fellow?

 

[BolianAuthor]

IDK. If it helps, you can compare Wardlow Ethem to Roman Grant, from "Big Love".

 

[TariAdama]

Ok.. whoever that is.. lol!!

 

[BolianAuthor]

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Past, Present, and Future" (EP. 009)

CONTINUED...

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The Battlestar held position over Kobol, along with a few of the fleet's larger ships.

EMILON LANDING PARTY #2 - KOBOL

The large assembly of Emilon pilgrims stood in front of the nearest of the three ships that were landed, where a makeshift stage and podium had been set up, with wooden crates and boxes, as Wardlow Ethem walked up, and looked to his flock, ready to call out to them.

He outstretched his arms, to signal the crowd to quiet down, as he cleared his throat.

"My fellow brothers and sisters!" he began. "I know there is much contemplation on your minds! Firstly, I'll be thankin' you all, for the warm wishes of comfort you've been providin' me, and me wives, after the loss of our dear Ezra, whom we all loved. We're all less, without her. However... some of you, have used that dark tragedy, to make the claim, that we ought not stay here, on Kobol." he added, glaring right at Eliza Winnow. "I disagree. I think we ought stay, to again, be close to the Gods which we so dearly love, and worship!" he stated, as the crowd began to erupt into a murmur of comments.

"You can't be doin' that!" one of the women at the far end of the crowd shouted out, at Ethem.

"'Tis the truth!" Jebra shouted out, from beside Eliza. "The good book itself curses any, who'd be attemptin' to return here! You just don't like the fact that Eliza is darin' to speak up, and correct you!" he shot, as a handful of the men and women nodded their approval.

"'Tis true, that the Pythia passage refers to a price to be paid in blood. But I would remind you, that we arrived here, as part of a Colonial fleet... and what did we find, when we came here? A destroyed Colonial Raptor... THAT, my brothers and sisters, was the debt of blood, for it was a Colonial force, which we were a part of, which returned here." Ethem began, slightly angry. "As for Eliza... we all know that no matter what, she'd rather be with the Urantia, and her fleet, than with us." Ethem shot, hoping to bait Eliza into an argument.

It didn't work...

"Well, Gods, Father... if it means me life bein' saved, then I'd rather stand with Eliza, as well!" Jebra shouted out, as the crowd applauded, and voiced their support of his position.

"The word is the word, Father. You can't just go 'round twistin' it any which way you want!" Eliza shot at Ethem.

Wardlow Ethem looked before him, at his once-loyal and united flock of pilgrims, now shouting ther agreement with Eliza. He knew he was losing his grip. He had to find a way to unite the flock again, or create some semblance of order.

"Then none of you have faith?" Ethem shouted out. "After all, that's what it comes down to, isn't it? We all are pilgrims, one and all... we embarked on this journey, out of faith... faith in the scriptures, faith in the cause, and faith in me, and my ability to see you safely to the shore." he added. "Those of you who have faith in me still... I implore you... stay at my side, and help me build our new home, here, on Kobol. The rest of you... those bein' without the faith... go... follow Eliza! Follow her, because if you trust me not, I'll be havin' no part of you!" he added.

For a long series of awkward moments, the crowd just stood there, murmuring their stunned reactions to one another. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the group began to separate into two groups.

The second group was made up of only six or seven people, and they were the ones who walked over to join Ethem... everyone else, for the most part, stayed with Eliza, as she and Ethem exchanged a long and glaring look.

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

[TariAdama]

Wow!! that guy is one big self important zealot....

 

[BolianAuthor]

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Past, Present, and Future" (EP. 009)

Written by BolianAdmiral and TariAdama

CONTINUED...

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The Battlestar held position over Kobol, along with a few of the fleet's larger ships, as the two massive warships from Omiron sailed behind the Urantia, looming over her like two giants.

CIC

Admiral Standish stood at the command table, with Colonel Hindri, as the two men went over SITREPs of the landing mission on Kobol.

Standish shuffled the documents, his mind elsewhere, lost in thought... which Hindri picked up on.

"Something on your mind, Sir?" he asked.

"Just contemplating our next move... tomorrow is it... I want our teams off of Kobol, and the fleet ready to jump back to Caprica. It's time to get back to work, and complete Urantia's mission... to make the Cylons pay." Tyler stated, looking to Hindri.

"I agree, Sir." Hindri began. "The Cylons should still be in Caprican space... as far as we know, the only thing they ever saw, was the original recon party, led by the Scoutstar. They don't know we're here, so we should still have the element of surprise. The bad half of that is, that Medusa was only able to get a few bits of recon information for us, none of which included any readings or visuals of the Cylon fleet." he added. "Which means, that the main Cylon armada is likely on the far side of Caprica. Either that, or they're at some other point, waiting to jump in." he stated.

"Agreed." Standish softly replied. "Alert the ships of the fleet, Colonial or otherwise... if there is even a remote possibility that any ship can fight, I want it equipped, and ready. I want the Thunderstar and Starfreeze at maximum readiness, as well as the two Emilonian military escorts. I'll speak with Commander McAllister, about the preparations to the Liberator." he added. "The first ships in, will be our captured Cylon craft... the rest of the fleet will jump in after them." he said.

"Do you have the emergency jump coordinates, for the civilian ships, Sir?" Hindri asked.

"No... no emergency jump coordinates. This is it. If we send those ships away, and engage this large a Cylon force, and lose, there will be nothing to keep the Cylons from jumping, and wiping out the rest of the fleet, and those ships are frakked. They'll be safer with us, as frakked up as it'll be. No, let there be no mistake... we're gonna have losses, and it's gonna be bad. It's gonna hurt. But we get one chance, and one chance only... we're gonna make it count." Tyler stated, looking at Hindri, with determination in his eyes.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The Battlestar held position over Kobol, along with a few of the fleet's larger ships.

GRAE'S QUARTERS

A woman's hand rapped on the hatch to Grae's quarters, and Eliza Winnow waited for the young woman to open the door. She wanted to talk to the young woman alone for a bit. It was no secret that Grae and Tyler were estranged at the moment after everything that had happened between them. So far it was a miracle that Grae didn't take the nearest exit every time she saw Tyler.

Eliza knocked on Grae's hatch door again, and waited for the young girl to respond. This time she got a very rude greeting when the hatch opened...

"Whoever the hell you are go the--" Grae stopped at a very stunned look from Eliza.

"I wasn't meanin' to be disturbin' you... if you like, I'll be leavin'..." Eliza said, as she began to turn around, but Grae reached out, and touched her shoulder, causing Eliza to pause, and look back to her.

"No i'm sorry... please come in. I thought you were some dumb specialist coming to beg me about something." Grae said, as she removed her hand, and went over to the small leather sofa, Eliza following her, and closing the door behind her.

"Can I offer you some water or something?" Grae asked.

"No, thank you." Eliza replied, sitting down.

"So what's on your mind?" Grae asked, not sure why Eliza was here, and not with the Admiral.

"I was wonderin' if I could talk to you about your faith." Eliza stated.

"My faith?" Grae asked, looking at Eliza with an expression that implied she would have to be crazy. Grae had never had faith of any kind, but whenever she climbed into her Viper she served Ares, the War God, and that didn't bother her. She was a soldier and a killer. Her job was all she had, and it was all she wanted.

"Aye... what Gods do you worship?" Eliza asked, trying to take Grae's hand, but Grae moved it out of reach.

"Umm... none of them. I leave them alone, they leave me alone. It's a perfect arrangement." Grae replied, as best she could.

Eliza wasn't quite sure what to make of that. Everyone no matter who they were had some sort of fath, whether they knew it or not. But Grae believed in none of them. How could someone get along without faith? It was unimaginable. Grae looked over at her and just stared.

"You might find an inner peace, if you pursued the Book of the Word... might help you to understand yourself better." Eliza offered. "If you would like I can tell you about my experience with the faith." she added.

"Thanks, but no. Gods are the same, no matter which religion you follow. I'm just not a faith person. A razor has no use for it." Grae said. She wasn't trying to be rude or disrespectful, but talking about religion just made her irritated, no matter who it was from, and Eliza wasn't helping, though Grae knew her heart was in the right place.

"Very well, child. Fair be it." Eliza said, getting up from her seat, and looking to Grae. "Oh... one last thing, before I be goin'." she added. "As I'm sure you know, we're leavin' Kobol tomorrow. Due to that, we're havin' a farewell party, tonight, at our encampment. The Admiral will be there, and we'd both like it, if you'd be joinin' us." she offered.

At the mention of the Admiral, Grae was visibly agitated, but put on as polite a front as she could.

"I dunno..." she offered.

"You know he misses you... he needs you. And, I think you need him, as well. The two of you... you belong together... as a family." Eliza said. "Be thinkin' about it... fire starts at sundown." she added, as she turned to leave, leaving Grae alone on her couch, looking after her.

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

[BolianAuthor]

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Past, Present, and Future" (EP. 009)

CONTINUED...

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The ship orbited Kobol, along with the larger ships of the fleet, all ships passing silently over the homeworld of humanity.

EMILON LANDING PARTY #2 - KOBOL

The sun had set over the Kobol highlands, leaving only a reddish-purple glow, which danced along the ridges of the mountains, as the countless stars of the cosmos twinkled above.

At the camspite, the bonfire was going full strength, as above it, a spit was turning, cooking the body of one of Kobol's medium-sized grazing animals, as music played, and various pilgrims danced, and socialized.

At the outer edge of the crowd, Admiral Standish and Eliza walked together, holding hands, as they talked.

"So how's Father Ethem coping, with the majority decision to leave Kobol?" Standish asked.

"He's not likin' it, that's for sure." Eliza began. "He sees it as a betrayal. Sure is he blames me for it, as well." she added.

"Well, if he has a problem with you, he'll have to go through me, first." Tyler offered, as Eliza looked to him, smiling.

Just then, one of the pilgrims called out, announcing that the feast was ready, and people began to line up for food, anxious to finally get a taste of fresh meat... food that had not been sitting on a ship for years, or was not a ration pack.

Finally, Tyler and Eliza were served, and when they began to turn around, to walk away, they saw Grae, standing in front of them, with a plate in hand, ready to also be served.

"Miss Azaire..." Eliza began. "I'm glad you could come... 'tis good to be seein' you again."

"Yeah, well... I felt bad for sounding so curt last night... I'm sorry, by the way... I should have been more gracious." Grae offered.

"Don't be thinkin' anything of it, dear." Eliza stated, as a silent pause followed, as Tyler and Grae exchanged looks. Finally, the Admiral decided to try his luck, and break the silence.

"If you want to grab some food... we'd love some company." he offered, softly.

After a moment, Grae silently nodded, and went to get her plate filled, and then rejoined the couple, all of them walking over to a large rock, to sit and eat.

Grae was about to dig into her food, when she heard Eliza begin to offer a prayer to the Gods, for the food, saying grace, as Tyler looked on. When she was done, Grae and Tyler began to eat.

After a few moments, Grae looked up, facing Tyler and Eliza.

"Gods... this is SO good... it has so much flavor... so much taste..." she exclaimed.

"Aye," Eliza replied. "That's because one of our men just killed it, freshly... 'tis new meat... fresh, and flavorful... not the stale stuff you've been havin' on the ships."

"You're spoiling me." Tyler began. "After this, I won't want to eat any shipboard food anymore." he offered, looking to Grae. "Thanks for coming... it's good to see you." he offered.

In response, Grae just looked up at him, and smiled, telling him with her eyes, that it was okay.

The three continued enjoying their food, in the open Kobol night air, surrounded by food, people, and music.

THE FLEET

Sat in orbit of Kobol, once again a united fleet, as now every ship was once again in orbit, having left the surface.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

CIC

The whine of the DRADIS filled the room, as all hands stood at attention, while Standish and Hindri stood at the command table, preparing to give the final order to jump away.

Finally, Standish removed the phone from the cradle, and brought it to his face, looking around him, as he activated the ship-to-ship intercom.

"Ladies and gentlemen of the fleet... crew of Urantia... this is the Admiral. Today marks the end of a part of our voyage... a turning point." Standish began. "We left the Colonies, in the heat of battle, and ended up in the unknown deep of space, forced to fend for ourselves. Along the way, we fought many battles with our enemy, but in doing so, also made new friends... friends that were able to point our way back home, not only to the Colonies which we left, but to our home... our TRUE home... Kobol... the world where mankind drew its first breath, and took its first steps. Now, however, it is time to leave that home, and set out once again for the Colonies which we left, and to carry on with our original mission... to seek out and destroy the Cylons that drove us from our homes... our families... and our very lives! Our journey thus far has been difficult. We have been tested in ways no others have been tested. No matter the test... no matter the cost... we have endured... time and time again, WE HAVE ENDURED! And we will continue to endure. Make no mistake, my people... the days to come WILL be difficult. They will be hard. But they will come. There is a storm on the horizon... and it's a big one. But together, we WILL ride it through, and make it out alive. This, I promise you. At this time, I am ordering the Urantia, and all Colonial ships to jump away from Kobol. After our operation at Caprica, I will lead the Colonial fleet on a course to locate the Battlestar Galactica. Per the terms of the Urantia Compact, I hereby release any and all ships in the fleet, that do not wish to participate any further. If so be the case... I ask those ships to manifest it now." he added, as he paused, waiting for a change in readings, looking to his Officer of the Watch.

The young lady waited, and finally looked up to Standish, shaking her head... none of the fleet ships was choosing to remain behind. The Admiral had gotten them this far, and had endured a lot in doing so. Now, the fleet was repaying that debt, with their loyalty.

"Thank you... thank you all." Standish continued. "Ships of the fleet... crew of the Urantia... prepare for jump!" he finished, setting the phone back down.

The Officer of the Watch lifted her panel up, and inserted the FTL key into the slot, and began the countdown.

"Hyperlight jump, in three... two... one..."

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The vessel was engulfed by the golden FTL flashring, which washed over the ship, vanishing it from view, as the process was being repeated, with the other ships of the fleet.

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

[BolianAuthor]

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Farewell to Nauvoo" (EP. 010)

BATTLESTAR URANTIA



The beautiful planet rotated silently in space, showcasing a beautiful mix of vast blue ocean, and lush green and brown continents, and whisps of white clouds, as the Sun gradually began to poke up, from behind the arc of the world.

On the surface, the vast rolling green plains of grass began to give way to development, and finally, a vast and bustling cityscape, of highly modern glass and concrete skyscrapers, as various small spacecraft dotted the sky, moving along in not too much of a rush, while on the ground below, the people of the city were either walking about, or commuting along in the streets, in automobiles.

CAPRICA

52 YEARS BEFORE THE FALL



The Colonial Anthem boomed loudly and proudly, through the air, as the masses of Caprica City gathered on either side of the main street through the city, to celebrate the annual Colonial Day parade.

The street was full of fanfare, as the banners of all the Twelve Colonies hung from power line posts, and the citizenry looked to the far reaches of the street, to see the first parade formation approaching... a large group of Colonial military officers, leading a massive army of Cylon Centurions, their shiny chrome armor gleaming in the noontime sunlight. Even from some distance, the metal clanking of the Centurion's feet could be loudly heard, as now, the Parade Announcer's voice boomed over the PA speakers, announcing the upcoming group.

"And here we have the 11th Advanced Infantry Regiment, comprised of our new Cylon forces... exactly one hundred Centurions strong, they currently await their first attachment to the Battlestar Gamilon, where they will go on to undoubtedly proudly represent the Colonies, as they fight to advance Colonial interests! Aren't they magnificent, folks? Give them a hand... the future of Colonial defense!" he announced, as the populous began to cheer and clap, as the Cylons marched along, in perfect robotic meter, their red scanning eyes roving from side to side, the whining sound growing ever more prominent, as at the same time, a combined squadron of Colonial Mk. II Vipers and Cylon Raiders made a low-level flyby, over the parade route, as people looked up, pointing and cheering.

The golden Leader of the Cylon regiment suddenly paused behind the group of human Colonial officers, causing them to look back at the gold Leader, as they talked amongst themselves, wondering what the Cylon was up to.

"Oh, hold on, folks... wait a minute..." the Announcer's voice boomed. "I think the Cylons have a demonstration for us." he added.

"Group Leader... proceed with march!" one of the Colonial officers called out.

The only reply, was the sound emitted from the gold Leader's scanner. Suddenly, the Leader turned to the Centurions.

"Protocol Alpha enabled... by your command. Exterminate." the gold Leader said, its metallic voice booming.

Instantly, the entire group of Centurions drew their sidearms, and opened fire, spraying the crowds on both sides, with constant and unrelenting gunfire, as the Colonial officers all scrambled, and tried to return fire, and take out the gold Leader, and any other Cylons they could.

In the sky, the wings of Vipers began to answer the call from the ground for help, and moved to lay down relief fire, as the Cylons in the Raiders angled into position behind the Vipers, and opened fire, destroying many of them with the first volley of shots, as the outer Vipers now moved to engage the Raiders.

In the street below, nothing was left alive, as the masses of Centurions stood among the hundreds upon hundreds of dead bodies, that either lined the streets, at their feet, or were piled up on either side of the street, as the wind fluttered through the now bullet-ridden Colonila banners.

Finally, one of the chrome Centurions looked up, addressing the unseen gold Leader.

"Objective completed... enemy terminated. By your command." it said.



BATTLESTAR HYPERION - BSG-14

The Galactica-Class Battlestar held position over Caprica, as Viper CAPs flew alongside it.

CIC

The door to CIC opened, and the Commander walked in, and was greeted by the sight of his XO, and a gold Leader Centurion, standing by the command table.

"Here..." the Commander began, handing a pile of papers to the XO. "Approved duty reports." he stated, looking to the gold Cylon beside him. "Huh... what was Command thinking, putting that thing on this ship, for command trials?" he asked, aloud, as the Cylon's red scanner moved from side to side, emitting a whining sound. "Well, let's move out... helm, set course for--" he began, but was cut off, by the Cylon finally speaking.

"Protocol Alpha enabled... by your command. Exterminate." it boomed loudly, as before anyone could react, the gold Cylon drew its sidearm, and began to mow down the CIC crew, as people and papers flew, and blood began to stain the walls.

PORT FLIGHT POD

On the deck, legions of chrome Centurions rushed to the cockpits of their Raiders, which were parked on the deck. Moments later, they began to lift off, and opened fire, from inside the pod, on the ship, before quickly jumping away, off the ship.

In space, the Cylon Raiders appeared from FTL, as the golden rings of light again spat them out into normal space, a few thousand meters from the hull of the Hyperion. The Raiders re-oriented themselves, and came about for another run, again opening fire on the Battlestar, which was unable to fight back, now that the entire command staff was dead.

Suddenly, the Raiders all fired off their missiles... nukes, which raced out towards the Battlestar, with long white trails of smoke, until they struck the proud ship, initiating a series of brilliant white bursts of light, which enveloped the Battlestar, and causing the once-mighty vessel to blow apart, completely open, sending chunks and debris out into space.

The wing of Cylon Raiders angled about, and flew off, chasing a large group of debris, as suddenly, the golden FTL flash again enveloped the craft, and as quickly as it had came, vanished, as the Raider group now arrived at its new destination, and angled down, to see what awaited them...

TAURON FLEET SHIPYARDS

The entire area was a raging battlefield. Five Battlestars were doing battle with dozens upon dozens of Cylon Raiders, that were zipping all around the mighty ships, strafing them, as the Viper squadrons tried to draw the Cylon's fire, and flak and artillery bursts filled the sky.

The Raiders group swooped into strafing position alongside the port flight pod of Battlestar Pacifica, and joined the other raiders, in strafing the hull of the ship, just as a Viper wing angled into position in front of them, and returned fire, the two formations swooping past each other, as one of the Vipers collided with a Raider.

The entire area was a mess of ammunition tracers, flak fire, and explosions, as the battle raged on. Finally, one of the outer Battlestars could no longer take the pounding, and a pair of nukes inbound from a pair of Raiders sent it to its demise, as the entire ship quaked, and blew apart, sending out a massive explosion of fire and debris.

One of the Raiders off in the far distance did a wide turn, and came about, and rushed towards the position of Battlestar Pacifica, as a lone Viper angled into position behind the Raider, and opened fire, hitting the Cylon craft, and destroying it, as the Viper sailed victoriously upward, through the debris that was thrown out from the blast.



The arc of a habitable planet carved a lit half-circle in the darkness of space, as dozens upon dozens of FTL flashed appeared, spitting out a small fleet of ships.

CAPRICA - PRESENT DAY

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The proud Battlestar led her fleet into a stable orbit of the Colonial world, the ships of the fleet passing over the planet, one by one.



TO BE CONTINUED...

 

[BolianAuthor]

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Farewell to Nauvoo" (EP. 010)

BATTLESTAR GALACTICA - BSG-75

CIC

The hand of Admiral William Adama reached for the phone, on the command table, and brought it up to his face, activating the ship-to-ship, pausing, to collect his thoughts, before finally speaking.

"Men and women of the fleet..." he began. "This is the Admiral. The discoveries of the past few days, have been painful for all of us. As you know... we cannot stay on Earth. But this is not a new challenge. The Thirteenth Tribe of Kobol, stood exactly on the same spot, that we are, right now. They experienced dreadful losses. Their planet was a graveyard. They needed a home. So they set out, in the void of deep space, with nothing but their ships, and their guts. And the Thirteenth succeeded. They weren't super men... they were ordinary people, like us. What they can accomplish, we can accomplish. We will find a new home. This is a promise I intend to keep." he stated, somberly.



The arc of a habitable planet carved a lit half-circle in the darkness of space, as dozens upon dozens of FTL flashed appeared, spitting out a small fleet of ships.

CAPRICA - PRESENT DAY

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The proud Battlestar led her fleet into a stable orbit of the Colonial world, the ships of the fleet passing over the planet, one by one.

CIC

Cautiously, Admiral Standish and Colonel Hindri looked up to the DRADIS monitors, waiting for a change. Finally, it came...

"DRADIS contact!" the Officer of the Watch announced, as to their horror, Standish and Hindri saw blip after blip race onto the DRADIS screens, until it was almost full. "Reading three, four, five... eight... ten... TEN Base Ships, Admiral! Launching Raiders, missiles inbound!" she shouted.

"All ships, this is it! Engage targets! Launch all Vipers... Thunderstar and Starfreeze, launch all Starcats! If it can fly, and is armed, I want it up there, NOW!" Standish shouted.

THE FLEET

Scrambled to orient itself into position, as Urantia came about, firing with all its might, at the waiting group of Cylon Basestars heading for it, as a literal cloud of Raiders swarmed towards the fleet.

The massive twin Omironian warships angled into position, and let loose, with cannon and missile fire, as the first of the Cylon missiles slammed into their hulls.

The groups of Vipers and Starcats flew head-on, into the oncoming cloud of Raiders, and began to mix it up, firing, as they tried to outmaneuver the Raiders.

One Basestar launched two missiles, that went sailing straight for Urantia, until something stopped it... one of the Colonial passenger liners. The ship blew apart, never having a chance, as the second missile slammed into the ship beside it, also destroying that vessel, as well.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

CIC

The deck shook, with a missile impact, as Hindri called out reports.

"Admiral, we just lost the Oceana Zephyr, and the Itania Express! We have decompressions all throughout the lower starboard aft!" he called.

"Tell Starfreeze to move to bracket the civilian ships in! Get those ships out of harm's way! All portside gun batteries... concentrate on primary Cylon missile tubes... the fighters can handle the Raiders!" Standish shouted.



In space, the entire area over Caprica was a raging battlefield... ammunition tracers and missile contrails were as numerous as the stars in the sky, and flak bursts filled the spaces in between, as the mighty ships of war did battle with one another.

The Cylon Basestars were concentrating their fire on the two warships from Omiron, as finally, the Thunderstar moved in close enough to fire its deadly weapon...

OMIRONIAN WARSHIP THUNDERSTAR

The massive vessel lumbered into position, and drifted into alignment with its Cylon target.

The ship then fired out one of its TNO missiles, and the projectile went screaming towards the Basestar, passing through combating groups of Vipers, Starcats, Raiders, and flak explosions, as it flew in space, until finally, it slammed, full speed, into the Basestar.

The 100-megaton warhead struck the Cylon Basestar, and with a brilliant flash of white light, the entire Basestar crumbled, and exploded outward, sending debris into the raging battlefield.

In response, two neighboring Basestars began to re-orient, as they launched a devastating volley of missiles, three of which, were nukes.

COMMAND BRIDGE

The Commanding Officer of Thunderstar looked out the Bridge windows, his eyes growing wide, as the missile contrails grew ever closer.

"Nukes inbound! Impact in five... four... three... two... o--" the Officer of the Guard began.



In space, the three nukes slammed into the Thunderstar, and a massive flash of brilliant white light erupted, all around the massive vessel, as slowly, the various sections of the ship's hull began to quake, and buckle, breaking apart, until finally, with a mighty groan, the entire ship exploded apart, in a massive ball of fire, that sent chunks of debris hurtling out in all directions.

THUNDERSTAR STARCAT #3

The Starcat belonging to Jareth Benassi joined a wing of Vipers, as the group flew into a fary of Cylons, just as the massive Thunderstar exploded, filling the area with fiery light.

Jareth looked to his right, his eyes wide, unable to comprehend what he was seeing.

"Oh, GODS!!! Thunderstar's GONE!!! They got Thunderstar!" he shouted, into his intercom.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

CIC

Standish and Hindri looked down from the DRADIS, both men wearing looks of total shock, that one of the mighty warships had just been taken out. Finally, the Officer of the Watch spoke up.

"Sir, Starfreeze reports it has lost all portside batteries, and new Raider wings are being launched from the Basestars." she stated.

"I didn't think it'd be this fast..." Standish said to Hindri, looking at him with a grim expression. "We have to get the fleet out of here... now." he added, picking the phone up, and activating the ship-to-ship. "This is the Admiral... Starfreeze, move into a defensive position around the civilian fleet, and begin spooling up your FTLs. All other military vessels, provide flank cover for us!" Standish called, looking again to Hindri. "How long, until the fleet can jump?" he asked.

"Another twenty minutes, Sir." Hindri replied.



In space, the mighty Starfreeze moved into a position in front of the civilian ships, as Urantia, the Liberator, and both of the Emilonian military escorts moved over the mammoth warship, and headed straight into the heart of the battle, along with dozens upon dozens of armed Raptors.

The Emilonian military ships broke off, and moved for the Basestars, along with the armed Raptors, which began to fire missiles, as white contrails shot out into space, racing for the Cylon ships.

OMIRONIAN WARSHIP STARFREEZE

The ship continued to take missile hit after missile hit, as it bore the brunt of the blasts, to keep the civilian ships safe, while it returned fire with every weapon it had left on its hull.

COMMAND BRIDGE

The Captain of Starfreeze looked at his RADEX display, and saw the the farthest three Basestars were close enough to be vulnerable to TNO strikes. Quickly, he looked to his Officer of the Guard.

"All right... we can take out those three far Basestars!" he began. "Load all remaining TNO's into the launch tubes, and fire! Signal all friendlies, to clear a path!" he ordered.



In space, the Starfreeze fired off the only remaining nukes it had... four TNO's. The large missiles sailed out into the battlefield, and raced for the three Cylon Basestars, splitting off, as they neared their targets.

Finally, the weapons struck, and detonated, and a blinding flash of light washed out into space, and the resulting 400 megaton blast instantly destroyed the three Basestars, and the nuclear wake from the resulting blast expanded outward, totally destroying a fourth Basestar, and washing over a fifth, causing a majority of the outer hull to fizzle away, burning, as the massive black ship began to drift slightly off-course.

The remaining Cylon Basestars, all five of them, responded by firing missiles from almost every launch tube they all had. The combined multitudes of missile contrails sailed out into space, and broke off in two groups of dozens each... one group racing for the Starfreeze, the other heading right for Urantia.

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

[Macker]

Let the Battle be joined! SO SAY WE ALL!

 

[BolianAuthor]

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Farewell to Nauvoo" (EP. 010)

CONTINUED...

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The group of Cylon missiles sailed towards the Battlestar, as the guns and interceptor fire from Urantia tried to demolish as many of the incoming projectiles as possible.

CIC

The ship shook violently, with multiple missile hits, as lights and displays flickered, and sparks erupted from various panels, as everyone held onto whatever they could, to keep from being thrown about.

"REPORT!" Standish called out, as the Officer of the Watch worked her panel.

"Admiral, the Starfreeze reports that it has lots all starboardside defenses now... it's completely defenseless, Sir! she replied.

"What about their FTL?" Standish asked.

"It's intact, Sir!" the young woman called out, as the deck shook again.

Standish looked to Hindri, conveying a silent intent, that Hindri understood, nodding in response.

"Miss Zamfir... tell the Starfreeze to get ready to jump away with the civilian fleet, and that that's an order!" he called out, as he grabbed the phone, and again activated the intercom. "Crew of Urantia, this is the Admiral. All hands to evac Raptors, we're abandoning the ship. I repeat, all hands, to evac Raptors!" he added, now looking to Hindri. "Put us directly between those remaining Basestars, and the fleet... they're getting out of here, one way or the other." he ordere, again using the phone, to address the fleet. "This is the Admiral, to all fleet ships... I am ordering ALL vessels to break off, and join the civilian fleet... Urantia will protect you, until your FTL is spooled up, and you can jump. Do NOT share jump coordinates. I am ordering you to just jump, wherever you can. The more you spread out, the less chance the Cylons have, of wiping out the remainder of the human race. I have to finish this fight... the rest of you do not. Thank you, and it's been an honor. Good luck. Urantia out." he stated, setting the phone down.



In space, the various ships began to break away from Urantia, and fall back, as the many evac Raptors now began to leave Urantia, and race for cover, heading for the Starfreeze, along with many Colonial shuttles, as the constant weapons fire from the Cylon ships continued to bombard Urantia, causing flames to erupt from sections of the hull.



BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

CIC

The ship was shaking constantly now, as Colonel Hindri rushed to the aft stations, to help evacuate the crew, ushering people off the deck. Finally, he reached Miss Zamfir, who had assumed his post, when he became the new XO. He put his arms around her, as he led her away, just as her station erupted in sparks, and was engulfed in fire.

"C'mon, let's go." he said.

"Sir," she began, looking to Hindri. "Just a minute ago... it was back again." she said.

"What... what was back again?" Hindri asked.

"Those sesnor ghosts... but they were almost right on top of us." she explained, as he indicated for her to go out the door, nodding, looking back to Standish.

"Sir! We're leaving!" Hindri called out.

"You are... I'll meet you soon enough!" Standish called back, turning to Hindri. "See that Eliza makes it off the ship okay." he added, turning back to the command table.

"Aye, Sir!" Hindri called back, as he left CIC.



BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The ship sailed on, on a collision course with the Cylon formation, trailing fire, smoke, and debris, from panels that were now being loosed and blown apart, by the weapons and missile impacts, all the while, firing whatever guns and cannons it could, right at the Cylon Basestars.

Suddenly, two Cylon missiles slammed into the underside of Urantia, causing the entire hull of the ship to visibly quake, as the port flight pod began to wobble slightly.

GUNSTAR LIBERATOR

The smaller Colonial military vessel came about, angling up, and over Urantia, to join the rest of the fleet, and jump away.

Just as the ship sailed over Urantia, and into clear space, a massive and brilliant flash of pure golden light spat an utterly massive object out, into the space directly above the small ship.



The object was a warship, and a gigantic one, at that. Not a second later, a second FTL flashring spat out another mighty warship... this time, one that was recognizably from Omiron.



OMIRONIAN WARSHIP IRONSTAR

COMMAND BRIDGE

The Captain of the mighty ship looked out the window, at the brave Urantia, crawling towards its doom, and activated his intercom.

"Attention Colonial fleet, this is Captain Henti, of the Omironian Warship Ironstar... we've been trailing you for some time, and are now here to offer our assistance. We brought some friends of ours, who we thought you might like to meet." he stated, as he then turned to his crew, and began to call for the ship to angle about, and engage the Cylons.



UNKNOWN WARSHIP

BRIDGE

The ping of the green RADAR display was prominently heard, as the Captain looked with awe, at the beating Urantia was taking, as his XO walked up to him.

"God... would you look at that." the man said, regarding the sight of the battle, outside the large Bridge window.

The Captain decided to act quickly, turning to shout orders to his crew.

"Launch all fighter wings, ready thermonuclear ordinace... we're gonna bring those motherfuckers down!" he stated, looking back to the vista of battle outside.

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

[Radiogod]

Buh bye cylons!

 

[Macker]

Here's an interesting photo over at this thread which I just discovered tonight.

* - Edited to relocate photo

 

[BolianAuthor]

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Farewell to Nauvoo" (EP. 010)

CONTINUED...

UNKNOWN WARSHIP

The mammoth vessel began to sluggushly come about, as hordes of starfighters came screaming out of the massive craft, and angled to join the Vipers and Raptors that were already engaging the Cylon Raiders.

CYLON RAIDER

One Cylon Raider lowered itself into position, ready to open fire, and deploy missiles. Its scanning eye opened up, and came to life, the red scanning light roving from side to side, as it established a firm target lock on one of the new starfighters.

The two craft drew ever closer, as the Raider zoomed towards the oncoming wave of starfighters. Suddenly, however, the Raider deactivated its scanning light, closed up the shield in front of the scanner, and suddenly shot upwards, doing a hard turn back towards the remaining Cylon Basestars.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The stubborn battlestar held position between the Basestars and the fleet, taking the full brunt of the hits for the ships, while their FTL spooled up.

The fire from the Cylons was relentless, and a few lucky missiles made their way to the aft engine quad, destroying one of the units completely, as that engine began to flicker, before going totally dark.

The space surrounding Urantia was nothing but ammo tracers, missile contrails, and flak. But then, as suddenly as it had all began, it stopped.

The Cylon Basestars without warning, ceased all weapons fire, and the wings of Raiders suddenly did an about-face, and ran like hell back towards the remaining Basestars.

CIC

Admiral Standish looked up at the DRADIS, beside himself at what he was seeing.

"What the... they're retreating? There's no reason to retrea--... they had us!" he uttered, confused.

Suddenly, he picked up the phone from the handset, and signaled the fleet, before it was too late...

"Ships of the fleet, this is Urantia... hold FTL... repeat... hold all FTL!" he called.



In space, the remaining Cylon Basestars were all suddenly engulfed by the golden flashring of FTL light, as they each vanished from sight, one by one, leaving only empty space where they had been.



OMIRONIAN WARSHIP IRONSTAR

COMMAND BRIDGE

The Captain of the newest arrival from Omiron regarded the sight of the crippled and battle-weary Urantia, from the large Bridge windows, as he pulled his phone down from the cradle, and activated his ship-to-ship.

"This is the Ironstar to Urantia... do you require assistance?" he asked.

After a second, Admiral Standish's comm voice came through, on the speakers.

"This is Urantia Actual. We would appreciate any assistance you can offer... we've taken heavy structural damage, and won't be able to jump, until we can fix it." Standish began.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

CIC

Standish stood at the command table, the phone at his ear, as he continued.

"Whoever those friends of yours are that you brought with you... thanks... looks like their arrival did the trick, and was enough to scare the Cylons away." he added.

"Well, Sir..." the Ironstar's Captain began, over the comm. "Those folks ended up contacting us, on Omiron. Turns out they're long-lost brethren of ours, from when the exodus fleet last parted ways." he stated.

Gradually, the impact of the realization began to dawn on Standish, as he began to understand what the Captain was saying.

"Are you telling me..." Standish began.

"Yes, Admiral... meet the last of the Thirteenth Tribe... from our original destination... from Earth!" the Captain's com voice stated.

Admiral Standish's face was expressionless, yet he was beside himself with disbelief, as he again looked up to the DRADIS, which now showed the ships of the fleet again slowly coming together.



The goliathan warship from Earth slowly sailed towards the Urantia and the ragtag fleet, which was being protected by the Starfreeze, as the Ironstar sailed alongside the Earth ship.

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

[Macker]

I wonder if this gargantuan Earth ship is of the "Look at the size of that thing!/Cut the chatter Red Two!" variety....

 

[Radiogod]

the 13th tribe from Kobol was Cylon. And to that end, I am wondering what happened to the centurions who nuked fake earth?

 

[BolianAuthor]

the 13th tribe from Kobol was Cylon. And to that end, I am wondering what happened to the centurions who nuked fake earth?

Yes, the 13th tribe was indeed Cylon. What is coming will be pretty cool, and not what you might expect.

The Earth Centurions will be seen, but again... Earth was nuked over 2000 years ago, so we will see them in a way that is consistent with that. But they also won't be buried rustbuckets, either.

Remember... the name of this episode is "Farewell to Nauvoo"... the Mormons has to leave their homes in Nauvoo, and venture out into the great westward unknown. The humans on Kobol had to leave Kobol, and venture out into the starry deep. And as Admiral Adama said in the speech I quoted in the beginning of this episode, the Earth people had to again depart their home, and venture out into the deep of space, in search for yet another home. This whole episode is about exoduses.

We WILL learn where the Earth people went, and we will also learn what they are doing way out in space, over 2000 years later.

The Urantia's fleet suffered some big losses in this battle... the Thunderstar was destroyed, as were two passenger transports. Those losses will soon be more than made up for.

We will also find out why the Emilon people are not Cylon.

There is a reason the Cylons suddenly withdrew from battle... in much the same way that the Raider "knew" Samuel Anders was a Cylon, when the Raider scanned the oncoming starfighters, it somehow "knew" that these were somehow Cylon ships.

 

[TariAdama]

Frakkin Toaster!! They can kiss their tin asses good bye