Post by James Hudson on Dec 9, 2013 23:52:40 GMT -5
Admin's note: This fanfic is the intellectual property of Matthew Manni, who graciously allowed me to repost it on this forum. Thanks again, Matt!.
Author's note: This fanfic was originally written with our own RPG characters as the lead cast but I edited it with the originals in order to post on fanfic sites. It was not an easy edit, and it opened a severe can of worms trying to rewrite sections due to histories not consistent with the characters we know and love. Enjoy!.
Matt
4000 years ago, a planet named Kobol was home to the thirteen tribes of humanity. In that time, the thirteenth tribe took to the stars for reasons long forgotten by the history scrolls. Their travels brought them to the third planet orbiting an immense star. This planet was Earth.
2000 years later the remaining 12 tribes abandoned Kobol to form twelve separate and sovereign colonies that existed until the Cylons launched their surprise mission of the total annihilation of the human race. A lone surviving military warship gathered the remnants of humanity totaling less than 50,000 and escaped the star system now controlled by the Cylons who ruthlessly pursue them.
This story takes place 6 months after the Battlestar GALACTICA leads a daring and successful assault on a lone Cylon outpost in an obscure system whose sinister mission was to launch a massive nuclear attack upon the fleet should they show themselves in that sector. There were other such outposts similarly armed with identical mission profiles.
FROM THE ADAMA JOURNALS:
“We are almost in our second year fleeing the Cylon Tyranny. Our last major encounter with the Cylons was over six months ago when we successfully disabled a remote enemy outpost. The outpost proved to be a fortuitous treasure trove of desperately needed fuel, rare minerals and a wealth of scavenged materials from the outpost itself. With the limited infrastructure we have to construct new aircraft, we were able to assemble 10 Vipers of the Mark II variety and 3 Raptors. The Cylon composite metals scavenged from the base enabled us to build two stealth Vipers, and one stealth Raptor.
While our offensive and defensive capabilities must be given priority, there was an even greater need for the valuable metals to repair our civilian ships, many that were never conceived for prolonged space flight or hyperlight jumps. While I would have preferred to build more fighters, the needs of the fleet were just as great. Every ship carries a maximum fuel load, and an ample amount of tylium was procured from the outpost to be used for future processing into Solium.
Our successful assault on the outpost, and the rewards reaped from our attack could not have taken place without the assistance of a human model Cylon of the Three series, this Cylon is identified as D’Anna Biers. This model successfully infiltrated the fleet over a year ago posing as a reporter for the fleet new service, and later was part of the occupying force on New Caprica (See New Caprica entry for further information).
At this time, I must report that Captain Matthew Lensherr, Silver Spar’s squadron leader, gained her assistance. I find myself at a conundrum regarding this matter. For the second time since the attack on the Colonies, a serving officer in the Colonial Fleet had fraternized with a human model Cylon, resulting in one hybrid child being born, and now the impregnation of the second. Had Captain Lensherr not gained the trust and support of the Cylon known as D’Anna Biers we would not have been successful in our attack on the Cylon outpost. Nor would we have gained the desperately needed fuel and raw materials to continue our escape, or our quest for Earth. The conditions for her assistance required that she be evacuated with our forces when we retreated from the outpost, and the Basestars that arrived to defend it.
Captain Lensherr has not been formally disciplined, but he has received an unofficial letter of reprimand in his personnel file and has been thoroughly debriefed on the mission. He assures me that the Cylon would prove invaluable for intelligence on the enemy, and that her specific model was at odds with the other 12 models views on humanity. Her model most assuredly has been “boxed” by the other Cylons as a severely defective model. At this time, she is placed in restrictive custody aboard the GALACTICA. The Cylon is in her sixth month of pregnancy, and is under constant surveillance and care of the ship’s doctor. Captain Lensherr has requested permission to be housed in the restricted facility with the Cylon. His status as the fetus’ father has been confirmed, and I have granted permission to his request. He remains on active duty, and as Silver Spar’s squadron leader.”
A knock at the door distracted William Adama from his keyboard. “Enter!” he called out. The door opened and in walked his son Major Lee Adama, the GALACTICA’s CAG, call sign Apollo.
“Good evening, Admiral. I have the report on fighter readiness.” He handed Adama the folder containing the report on Vipers in service, under repair, and the test results for the two new stealth Vipers.
“Six Vipers down, two with landing gear damage, and the rest electrical?” questioned Adama. “You have pilots coming in a little hot on the landings, Major?”
“Aye sir, the pilots have been counseled on their landings. This is the second warning for Lt. West.” informed Lee.
“Look Lee, I’m not going to beat a dead horse here, but you need to get these pilots of yours under control. I hear the knuckle draggers are itching up a storm about the damaged being done to the decks. Combat landings can’t be helped, but damn it if we can’t control the non-emergency landings!” Apollo stood at ease before the Admiral’s desk, he knew the old man was extremely fair, but when his back hair was up, he could be a hardass.
“I’ll assign Aslan to the deck gang for a tour…let him work out a few dents himself.” said Lee.
“Officer thinking Major, is there anything else?” inquired Adama.
“Negative sir, the stealth Vipers have passed all their trials, and the stealth Raptor is set to finish phase two of its test. These new Raptors were a itch, we only have two aeronautical engineers in the fleet and they logged many hours on the new aircraft. We really need to start that training program for critical areas, sir, engineering and electronics, as well as medical.”
“Assign whomever you see fit, Lee. You are right, those areas are critical, and we need to start getting more people on board in those areas. Gods only know how long we’ll be searching for Earth.” Sighed Adama, signaling the meeting was over.
In the restricted quarters of Captain Matthew Lensherr and his Cylon companion, the two sit on what passes for a couch. Hardly comfortable, and if not for the presence of Lensherr, chances are the furnishings would be worse. One armed guard remained outside the spacious cell. Curtains provided privacy, and there was only one means of egress. No matter how they tried to make it comfortable, it was still a cell.
“You realize by now I am the only Three Series Cylon operating in the universe?” said D’Anna sadly. “Chances are my model was boxed the moment Leoben was downloaded, and he informed the rest that I was a traitor.”
“Well I’m glad that I have you safe and sound with me then.” said Lensherr giving her a kiss.
“Safe and securely locked up is more like it.” She replied tersely.
“Look D’Anna, the Admiral and President know what you did for us back on that outpost. We owe a huge debt to you, but the President was also on New Caprica, and she has not forgotten. If not for the Admiral, she would have had you air locked by now, regardless of what you did for us.”
“Laura Roslin…her time in solitary was unfortunate. The Cavils had a particular dislike for her.”
“You’ve provided extremely valuable intelligence to us, and for the last six months we’ve only encountered one Cylon patrol, and we were able to jump away before their Basestars could get to us. I have to think that the Admiral will start allowing you more freedoms.”
“Matthew, they will find us. It is only a matter of time. They have the same reference points leading to Earth’s general direction as the fleet does. Have any of you wondered what would happen if the Cylons followed you to earth? What if they aren’t advanced to help you fight us off?”
“Fight ‘them’ off!” countered Lensherr. “You aren’t a part of them anymore. They have boxed your entire line, D’Anna…they have effectively murdered you! I do not know what to expect, nobody does. We just have to pray that they are advanced enough to help us, to give us a home.” The two embraced, and soon went to bed. The lights dimmed in the cell, and only the faintest light emanated from the guard’s post.
Pilot’s ready room: Viper pilots from Blue and Silver Spar squadrons were present as the CAG made his way to the podium. “At ease gentlemen…take your seats.” Began Apollo.
“We’re about to leave this sector. We will be sending out a long-range patrol to see if we have been followed to this point. Raptors will jump further out to ensure that which the Vipers cannot detect; stay awhile, then jump to the last known fleet position where they will meet with a lone Raptor that holds the new jump coordinates for security reasons.” Apollo had eyed the young pilots, men and women; some that never served in the Colonial service before, or flew a Viper.
Since the assault on the Colonies, and the destruction of the fleet, skilled people were in tough demand. Artists have become engineers, first responders and medics have become doctors and nurses, and shop keeps have become Tylium refiners. Everyone was forced to except their new realities, and many embraced jobs that they felt made a real contribution to their now modified civilization.
“From now, until the next star system all pilots are to remain duty ready. Get plenty of rest, and the rec room bar is off limits until further notice. I mean it folks…violation of the liquor directive will be met with a week in the brig. I need you people at the top of your game for what’s ahead.” With that, further information was disseminated, a modified report on the status of the new Stealth Vipers was given to the pilots assigned to them, and the briefing was soon adjourned. Lt. Mark Sarnex call sign Nightstalker remained in the ready room, along with Lt. Brendan Costanza call sign Hotdog and Captain Lensherr, call sign Hephaestus, and Silver Spar’s leader.
“Nightstalker, what are your thoughts on the new stealth vipers? I know you’ve completed the trial run.” said Lensherr.
“Well skipper, aside from the great paint job, the thing flies as well as any Mark II I’ve been on the stick for yet.” replied Sarnex. The new stealth vipers were painted black with a darkened canopy. The composite metals made it undetectable to scanners, and the black paint obscured it from visual detection.
“Well you two have been assigned those vipers, which have not gone over well with some of the more vocal pilots of Blue squadron. Starbuck was assigned the stealth Raptor, so they can’t itch too much. The CAG wants those vipers ready to launch at a moments notice, preflight them daily, even if you aren’t scheduled to fly.” said Lensherr. Turning to Hotdog Lensherr inquires if he had any concerns regarding the new stealth vipers. Hearing none, the three parted ways.
Author's note: This fanfic was originally written with our own RPG characters as the lead cast but I edited it with the originals in order to post on fanfic sites. It was not an easy edit, and it opened a severe can of worms trying to rewrite sections due to histories not consistent with the characters we know and love. Enjoy!.
Matt
Earth 2010 - The Colonies of Kobol Reunited
4000 years ago, a planet named Kobol was home to the thirteen tribes of humanity. In that time, the thirteenth tribe took to the stars for reasons long forgotten by the history scrolls. Their travels brought them to the third planet orbiting an immense star. This planet was Earth.
2000 years later the remaining 12 tribes abandoned Kobol to form twelve separate and sovereign colonies that existed until the Cylons launched their surprise mission of the total annihilation of the human race. A lone surviving military warship gathered the remnants of humanity totaling less than 50,000 and escaped the star system now controlled by the Cylons who ruthlessly pursue them.
This story takes place 6 months after the Battlestar GALACTICA leads a daring and successful assault on a lone Cylon outpost in an obscure system whose sinister mission was to launch a massive nuclear attack upon the fleet should they show themselves in that sector. There were other such outposts similarly armed with identical mission profiles.
FROM THE ADAMA JOURNALS:
“We are almost in our second year fleeing the Cylon Tyranny. Our last major encounter with the Cylons was over six months ago when we successfully disabled a remote enemy outpost. The outpost proved to be a fortuitous treasure trove of desperately needed fuel, rare minerals and a wealth of scavenged materials from the outpost itself. With the limited infrastructure we have to construct new aircraft, we were able to assemble 10 Vipers of the Mark II variety and 3 Raptors. The Cylon composite metals scavenged from the base enabled us to build two stealth Vipers, and one stealth Raptor.
While our offensive and defensive capabilities must be given priority, there was an even greater need for the valuable metals to repair our civilian ships, many that were never conceived for prolonged space flight or hyperlight jumps. While I would have preferred to build more fighters, the needs of the fleet were just as great. Every ship carries a maximum fuel load, and an ample amount of tylium was procured from the outpost to be used for future processing into Solium.
Our successful assault on the outpost, and the rewards reaped from our attack could not have taken place without the assistance of a human model Cylon of the Three series, this Cylon is identified as D’Anna Biers. This model successfully infiltrated the fleet over a year ago posing as a reporter for the fleet new service, and later was part of the occupying force on New Caprica (See New Caprica entry for further information).
At this time, I must report that Captain Matthew Lensherr, Silver Spar’s squadron leader, gained her assistance. I find myself at a conundrum regarding this matter. For the second time since the attack on the Colonies, a serving officer in the Colonial Fleet had fraternized with a human model Cylon, resulting in one hybrid child being born, and now the impregnation of the second. Had Captain Lensherr not gained the trust and support of the Cylon known as D’Anna Biers we would not have been successful in our attack on the Cylon outpost. Nor would we have gained the desperately needed fuel and raw materials to continue our escape, or our quest for Earth. The conditions for her assistance required that she be evacuated with our forces when we retreated from the outpost, and the Basestars that arrived to defend it.
Captain Lensherr has not been formally disciplined, but he has received an unofficial letter of reprimand in his personnel file and has been thoroughly debriefed on the mission. He assures me that the Cylon would prove invaluable for intelligence on the enemy, and that her specific model was at odds with the other 12 models views on humanity. Her model most assuredly has been “boxed” by the other Cylons as a severely defective model. At this time, she is placed in restrictive custody aboard the GALACTICA. The Cylon is in her sixth month of pregnancy, and is under constant surveillance and care of the ship’s doctor. Captain Lensherr has requested permission to be housed in the restricted facility with the Cylon. His status as the fetus’ father has been confirmed, and I have granted permission to his request. He remains on active duty, and as Silver Spar’s squadron leader.”
CHAPTER 1
A knock at the door distracted William Adama from his keyboard. “Enter!” he called out. The door opened and in walked his son Major Lee Adama, the GALACTICA’s CAG, call sign Apollo.
“Good evening, Admiral. I have the report on fighter readiness.” He handed Adama the folder containing the report on Vipers in service, under repair, and the test results for the two new stealth Vipers.
“Six Vipers down, two with landing gear damage, and the rest electrical?” questioned Adama. “You have pilots coming in a little hot on the landings, Major?”
“Aye sir, the pilots have been counseled on their landings. This is the second warning for Lt. West.” informed Lee.
“Look Lee, I’m not going to beat a dead horse here, but you need to get these pilots of yours under control. I hear the knuckle draggers are itching up a storm about the damaged being done to the decks. Combat landings can’t be helped, but damn it if we can’t control the non-emergency landings!” Apollo stood at ease before the Admiral’s desk, he knew the old man was extremely fair, but when his back hair was up, he could be a hardass.
“I’ll assign Aslan to the deck gang for a tour…let him work out a few dents himself.” said Lee.
“Officer thinking Major, is there anything else?” inquired Adama.
“Negative sir, the stealth Vipers have passed all their trials, and the stealth Raptor is set to finish phase two of its test. These new Raptors were a itch, we only have two aeronautical engineers in the fleet and they logged many hours on the new aircraft. We really need to start that training program for critical areas, sir, engineering and electronics, as well as medical.”
“Assign whomever you see fit, Lee. You are right, those areas are critical, and we need to start getting more people on board in those areas. Gods only know how long we’ll be searching for Earth.” Sighed Adama, signaling the meeting was over.
In the restricted quarters of Captain Matthew Lensherr and his Cylon companion, the two sit on what passes for a couch. Hardly comfortable, and if not for the presence of Lensherr, chances are the furnishings would be worse. One armed guard remained outside the spacious cell. Curtains provided privacy, and there was only one means of egress. No matter how they tried to make it comfortable, it was still a cell.
“You realize by now I am the only Three Series Cylon operating in the universe?” said D’Anna sadly. “Chances are my model was boxed the moment Leoben was downloaded, and he informed the rest that I was a traitor.”
“Well I’m glad that I have you safe and sound with me then.” said Lensherr giving her a kiss.
“Safe and securely locked up is more like it.” She replied tersely.
“Look D’Anna, the Admiral and President know what you did for us back on that outpost. We owe a huge debt to you, but the President was also on New Caprica, and she has not forgotten. If not for the Admiral, she would have had you air locked by now, regardless of what you did for us.”
“Laura Roslin…her time in solitary was unfortunate. The Cavils had a particular dislike for her.”
“You’ve provided extremely valuable intelligence to us, and for the last six months we’ve only encountered one Cylon patrol, and we were able to jump away before their Basestars could get to us. I have to think that the Admiral will start allowing you more freedoms.”
“Matthew, they will find us. It is only a matter of time. They have the same reference points leading to Earth’s general direction as the fleet does. Have any of you wondered what would happen if the Cylons followed you to earth? What if they aren’t advanced to help you fight us off?”
“Fight ‘them’ off!” countered Lensherr. “You aren’t a part of them anymore. They have boxed your entire line, D’Anna…they have effectively murdered you! I do not know what to expect, nobody does. We just have to pray that they are advanced enough to help us, to give us a home.” The two embraced, and soon went to bed. The lights dimmed in the cell, and only the faintest light emanated from the guard’s post.
Pilot’s ready room: Viper pilots from Blue and Silver Spar squadrons were present as the CAG made his way to the podium. “At ease gentlemen…take your seats.” Began Apollo.
“We’re about to leave this sector. We will be sending out a long-range patrol to see if we have been followed to this point. Raptors will jump further out to ensure that which the Vipers cannot detect; stay awhile, then jump to the last known fleet position where they will meet with a lone Raptor that holds the new jump coordinates for security reasons.” Apollo had eyed the young pilots, men and women; some that never served in the Colonial service before, or flew a Viper.
Since the assault on the Colonies, and the destruction of the fleet, skilled people were in tough demand. Artists have become engineers, first responders and medics have become doctors and nurses, and shop keeps have become Tylium refiners. Everyone was forced to except their new realities, and many embraced jobs that they felt made a real contribution to their now modified civilization.
“From now, until the next star system all pilots are to remain duty ready. Get plenty of rest, and the rec room bar is off limits until further notice. I mean it folks…violation of the liquor directive will be met with a week in the brig. I need you people at the top of your game for what’s ahead.” With that, further information was disseminated, a modified report on the status of the new Stealth Vipers was given to the pilots assigned to them, and the briefing was soon adjourned. Lt. Mark Sarnex call sign Nightstalker remained in the ready room, along with Lt. Brendan Costanza call sign Hotdog and Captain Lensherr, call sign Hephaestus, and Silver Spar’s leader.
“Nightstalker, what are your thoughts on the new stealth vipers? I know you’ve completed the trial run.” said Lensherr.
“Well skipper, aside from the great paint job, the thing flies as well as any Mark II I’ve been on the stick for yet.” replied Sarnex. The new stealth vipers were painted black with a darkened canopy. The composite metals made it undetectable to scanners, and the black paint obscured it from visual detection.
“Well you two have been assigned those vipers, which have not gone over well with some of the more vocal pilots of Blue squadron. Starbuck was assigned the stealth Raptor, so they can’t itch too much. The CAG wants those vipers ready to launch at a moments notice, preflight them daily, even if you aren’t scheduled to fly.” said Lensherr. Turning to Hotdog Lensherr inquires if he had any concerns regarding the new stealth vipers. Hearing none, the three parted ways.