“I want the rest of your birds ready to go-there might be a furball out there shortly.” “Chutes,” she said to the Viper squadron commander on board. “Transmit orders to the civilian ships to put some distance between themselves and the station-hold Anubis between them and that ship!”Īs her people began to rush to their tasks, Sam picked up the phone again. Stand down! The Colonies have been attacked by the Cylons-they have been destroyed by the Cylons! Why do you think you haven’t received any supplies in the last seven months?” Firing upon us will be the worst decision you could possibly make-this is a Battlestar, and your vessel is a Fleet auxiliary. Mathias’s voice was smoldering with anger and cold as ice as it came through the speaker. and I don’t care who the frack you are or what your rank is! Unless you have the proper authentication and confirmation codes from Fleet Command, you have sixty seconds to leave this system, or we will open fire!” “Switch frequency to 237-Delta,” she whispered. “Set comms to frequency 237-Delta,” and with that his transmission ended.
“Affirmative, Anubis Actual” Colonel Jayne’s voice paused and then he spoke again. this system was supposed to be abandoned! “ Scorpia, Anubis Actual. CAP reports they have spotted Vipers launching from her flight pod.” “Stand by the guns,” she ordered as the icon of a large (very large) station slowly appeared on the screen-and her jaw dropped at the sight of a smaller capital ship icon next to it. “We are being challenged!” The tech listened to her ear-bug and then she said in a calmer voice, “ Scorpia is responding.” Unless she and Jon managed to get those freedom fighters head’s screwed on straight. So far, she and Jon Namer had managed to keep the more vocal and physical SMF members from overly antagonizing the transfers-but it was only a matter of time, she feared. “Inform Lieutenant Piak to put up a CAP, and get me two Raptors airborne to extend our DRADIS coverage,” with exceptions, she thought to herself with a grin exceptions such as the Viper pilots transferred aboard and the handful of desperately needed engineers. No, they and the crew of Scorpia would mix like oil and water-that is to say, not well at all. Ex-Fleet a majority of this crew might well be, but that was because most of them had come to see the Quorum as a tyranny. And probably good for the medical supplies. She was working hard on fixing that, but for now, she and Commander Lorne had decided that it be better for morale to keep the two crews separate. Jon Namer had done his best to assemble a crew but the Cylon attack had caught them completely off-guard and no one had the true proficiency that Sam desired. She and Mathias had decided to allow her original crew to remain aboard-although most of them were ex-Fleet, many had not used their skills in years. “All ships accounted for except Scorpia-wait, there she is.” “DRADIS on-line, ma’am,” her sensor operator sang out. And like Ragnar, the Fleet had constructed an outpost here. it turned out that the bloated Red Giant at its heart radiated the same of type of radiation that had been discovered in the upper atmosphere of the gas giant Ragnar. Commander Lorne had chosen this system for a reason.
Samantha Caldwell frowned as the DRADIS stabilized-the images were broken and filled with static, and while she had expected that, it still troubled her.
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