Post by James Hudson on Dec 11, 2013 12:20:05 GMT -5
Admin 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: Stingray had asked my why I had my latest fanfic posted on Fanfiction.net and not on our own forum which I really didn't have an answer for. So...here it is. GALACTICA 2010 - AVENGMENT. This is the 3rd and final installment of the 2010 series, this story may tie up some loose ends of "Galactica 2010 - The Fleet Reborn" which was written under severe writer's block. Enjoy! -Matt
In the year 2010, survivors of the Twelve Colonies of Kobol finally arrived at their long sought destination; Earth. Seven years earlier, those same twelve colonies found themselves on the receiving end of a ruthless attempt of genocide by a race of beings called Cylons. Ironically these same Cylons were created long ago by the very humans they attempted to eradicate. After five years of prosperity and peace the Cylons have returned with a vengeance.
Two weeks after the defeat of the Earth Defense Fleet, Rear Admiral Mack Culverhouse of the Battlestar Liberty was busy searching for survivors of the fleet. The last time anyone had seen the flagship she was engaged by seven Basestars and facing imminent destruction by nuclear armed missiles streaking her way. What would Earth do without Adama and the Galactica? thought Culverhouse.
The Battlestar Polaris had jumped within range of Liberty and the two had regrouped along with several Destroyers. Long range communications was slowly being restored, not that Culverhouse would risk his position by making any long-range broadcasts. If Earth was to have any chance of survival then he needed to remain in radio silence until enough forces could regroup and a plan enacted.
“XO what is the status of the air wing?” asked Mack. Liberty had escaped with both landing bays jammed with vipers that had landed on anything that survived the Cylon onslaught.
Executive officer Sergei Melikoff was now sporting a four inch laceration to the left side of his face that had long been stitched up. Just that morning he had them removed in the ship's infirmary and the skin was still red with inflammation. He flipped through several pages on the clipboard he held. “Liberty is back to her full compliment, and the extra vipers and pilots have been transferred to the Polaris to augment her depleted wing.”
“How many did she lose?” inquired Mack.
“Out of 400 vipers she lost 175 and has 63 down with serious damage. Her current air-worthy compliment sits at 199 Mk VIII's, 16 Raptors and four refueling tankers.” The Polaris was an incredible powerhouse, larger than even the Galactica. She had taken moderate damage during the attack. She was now the sole “big gun” of the fleet.
“Alright Sergei, I want Commander Vasquez aboard at 1600 hours along with the three Destroyer commanders to discuss our next move. Continue sending out the stealth raptors to look for other survivors.”
“Aye aye, sir.” Melikoff departed and carried out his instructions. Mack glanced around the CIC taking in the scene. These men and women made up the best Colonial and Earth had to offer. He was proud of his crew, they had performed above board during what was an absolute rout. There was no doubt that Earth had surrendered, he had tried monitoring EDF frequencies, but all he received was static. There were no outgoing transmissions from Earth, he prayed to the gods that the last bastion of humanity was not eradicated.
Author's note: Stingray had asked my why I had my latest fanfic posted on Fanfiction.net and not on our own forum which I really didn't have an answer for. So...here it is. GALACTICA 2010 - AVENGMENT. This is the 3rd and final installment of the 2010 series, this story may tie up some loose ends of "Galactica 2010 - The Fleet Reborn" which was written under severe writer's block. Enjoy! -Matt
GALACTICA 2010 – AVENGEMENT
In the year 2010, survivors of the Twelve Colonies of Kobol finally arrived at their long sought destination; Earth. Seven years earlier, those same twelve colonies found themselves on the receiving end of a ruthless attempt of genocide by a race of beings called Cylons. Ironically these same Cylons were created long ago by the very humans they attempted to eradicate. After five years of prosperity and peace the Cylons have returned with a vengeance.
Chapter 1.
Two weeks after the defeat of the Earth Defense Fleet, Rear Admiral Mack Culverhouse of the Battlestar Liberty was busy searching for survivors of the fleet. The last time anyone had seen the flagship she was engaged by seven Basestars and facing imminent destruction by nuclear armed missiles streaking her way. What would Earth do without Adama and the Galactica? thought Culverhouse.
The Battlestar Polaris had jumped within range of Liberty and the two had regrouped along with several Destroyers. Long range communications was slowly being restored, not that Culverhouse would risk his position by making any long-range broadcasts. If Earth was to have any chance of survival then he needed to remain in radio silence until enough forces could regroup and a plan enacted.
“XO what is the status of the air wing?” asked Mack. Liberty had escaped with both landing bays jammed with vipers that had landed on anything that survived the Cylon onslaught.
Executive officer Sergei Melikoff was now sporting a four inch laceration to the left side of his face that had long been stitched up. Just that morning he had them removed in the ship's infirmary and the skin was still red with inflammation. He flipped through several pages on the clipboard he held. “Liberty is back to her full compliment, and the extra vipers and pilots have been transferred to the Polaris to augment her depleted wing.”
“How many did she lose?” inquired Mack.
“Out of 400 vipers she lost 175 and has 63 down with serious damage. Her current air-worthy compliment sits at 199 Mk VIII's, 16 Raptors and four refueling tankers.” The Polaris was an incredible powerhouse, larger than even the Galactica. She had taken moderate damage during the attack. She was now the sole “big gun” of the fleet.
“Alright Sergei, I want Commander Vasquez aboard at 1600 hours along with the three Destroyer commanders to discuss our next move. Continue sending out the stealth raptors to look for other survivors.”
“Aye aye, sir.” Melikoff departed and carried out his instructions. Mack glanced around the CIC taking in the scene. These men and women made up the best Colonial and Earth had to offer. He was proud of his crew, they had performed above board during what was an absolute rout. There was no doubt that Earth had surrendered, he had tried monitoring EDF frequencies, but all he received was static. There were no outgoing transmissions from Earth, he prayed to the gods that the last bastion of humanity was not eradicated.