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Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 8:08 am
"Remind me again, why do they need a major to babysit this test flight?" Grumbled Major Brandon "Sonic" Glitch CAG of the Battlestar Poseidon, looking around the flight deck of the recently developed Stealth Raptor prototype.
"Because someone of the proper rank needs to make sure we keep our mouths shut?" Shot back Lt "Royal" Foxx
"Riight... the day someone manages to convince you to keep your mouth shut is the day I retire because I will have seen it all!" was Glitch's rejoinder.
"Kids, am I going to have to separate you?" called ECO for the flight Junior Lt "Rochey" Rochevsky. Meanwhile, the enlisted crew tried to keep their laughter to themselves. They still weren't sure how to act around their new CAG -- he seemed easy going but it was always a good idea to feel the officers out first.
"Chief, she's a little sluggish maneuvering port, any ideas?" reported Foxx the pilot. Chief Switz checked the diagnostic device he had plugged into the aft avionics package "Well, it looks like the aft starboard thruster is jammed, we're going to have to rip out to get a good look at it. How is the electronics package looking Lazar?" Lazar looked to Rochey who gave a thumbs up before replying, "Everything seems to be working alright"
"I'm going to spin up for a mock jump test. Major, pick your favorite vacation spot." Glitch began programming the coordinates into the navigation system when suddenly everything shut down. "Umm... Guys?"
"Rochey, try a cold restart." Rochey restarted the computer and the Raptor came back to life, suddenly he reported "Sir, multiple dradis contacts!"
"Friendlies?"
"Uhm.... No response to IFF... No Colonial IDs." At that moment the wireless began squawking, "Raptor 312 this is Poseidon we show multiple hostiles inbound in your direction."
Glitch flashed Foxx a look which said "I'll take this," "Poseidon this is CAG, we see them to. With any luck they'll blow right past us." "CAG, this is Poseidon Actual, we can't take that chance. We're launching alert vipers to cover you, you turn tail and come home." "Aye sir, already on our way" replied Foxx.
They turned around and began heading back, all of a sudden they saw their covering squadron start drifting. The Vipers lost all sense of attitude control and soon the Poseidon herself began listing. "My Gods," breathed Specialist Mark, along for the ride to get flight experience for certification as an in-flight medic, "What are they doing?"
The crew watched in horror as the Cylons eliminated the Colonial forces. They then turned around and began heading back in the direction of the Raptor. "Foxx.. can you get us out of here?" "I'm going to have to risk a jump... I can't make it all the way to Ragnar on this fuel load, but I can get us close." "Do it!" The ship successfully jumped.
"My Gods.. did anyone else see that?" Chief Switz was shaking with grief, Ensign Stitch, the intel specialist had hurried to find the ships supply of vomit bags, CPO Staplic, training as the Chiefs eventual replacement sat in a corner staring in disbelief. All of a sudden Rochey shouted "Multiple Dradis contacts!"
"What?! How did they find us?" Demanded Maj. Glitch (ha that's a pun isn't it...) but no answer was available before the hull was riddled with holes, the Raptor became caught in the gravity well of the small moon they orbited however the Cylons moved on. "Foxx, can you get us down?"
"I'm trying, i'm trying! I think I can keep us in the air." The cabin lurched, "Nevermind, it's no good. I just lost our starboard engine. This landings going to get pretty interesting."
"Define interesting"
"Oh God oh God we're all going to die?"
Miraculously they made it to the ground where Chief Switz examined the damage. "I think we can restore the starboard engine by scrounging from the port. It'll take time, but it's the best we've got. And the jump drive is completely shot."
"Very well, get started" ordered Glitch.
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Later that night, Glitch sat writing his log when someone entered the Cabin. "What'cha doing Major?" They asked.
"I'm recording my log... and trying to track down the source of the computer error and how the Cylons found us so quickly."
"Any luck?" They asked, glancing around the cabin.
"Well, it seems that when we programmed our jump, and reappeared the computer broadcasted a very quick, but very broad-frequency beacon... it almost seemed like-" The rest of his phrase was cut, along with his throat.
"You're right, it was deliberate." The figure exited the cabin as Glitch slid onto the console, the blood from his neck pooling and almost covering his report, except for the paragraph,
Due to the ease of their victory and their sudden ability to track us, I'm forced to conclude this was the result of a double agents. There are traitors, or Cylons among us...
Begin!
"Because someone of the proper rank needs to make sure we keep our mouths shut?" Shot back Lt "Royal" Foxx
"Riight... the day someone manages to convince you to keep your mouth shut is the day I retire because I will have seen it all!" was Glitch's rejoinder.
"Kids, am I going to have to separate you?" called ECO for the flight Junior Lt "Rochey" Rochevsky. Meanwhile, the enlisted crew tried to keep their laughter to themselves. They still weren't sure how to act around their new CAG -- he seemed easy going but it was always a good idea to feel the officers out first.
"Chief, she's a little sluggish maneuvering port, any ideas?" reported Foxx the pilot. Chief Switz checked the diagnostic device he had plugged into the aft avionics package "Well, it looks like the aft starboard thruster is jammed, we're going to have to rip out to get a good look at it. How is the electronics package looking Lazar?" Lazar looked to Rochey who gave a thumbs up before replying, "Everything seems to be working alright"
"I'm going to spin up for a mock jump test. Major, pick your favorite vacation spot." Glitch began programming the coordinates into the navigation system when suddenly everything shut down. "Umm... Guys?"
"Rochey, try a cold restart." Rochey restarted the computer and the Raptor came back to life, suddenly he reported "Sir, multiple dradis contacts!"
"Friendlies?"
"Uhm.... No response to IFF... No Colonial IDs." At that moment the wireless began squawking, "Raptor 312 this is Poseidon we show multiple hostiles inbound in your direction."
Glitch flashed Foxx a look which said "I'll take this," "Poseidon this is CAG, we see them to. With any luck they'll blow right past us." "CAG, this is Poseidon Actual, we can't take that chance. We're launching alert vipers to cover you, you turn tail and come home." "Aye sir, already on our way" replied Foxx.
They turned around and began heading back, all of a sudden they saw their covering squadron start drifting. The Vipers lost all sense of attitude control and soon the Poseidon herself began listing. "My Gods," breathed Specialist Mark, along for the ride to get flight experience for certification as an in-flight medic, "What are they doing?"
The crew watched in horror as the Cylons eliminated the Colonial forces. They then turned around and began heading back in the direction of the Raptor. "Foxx.. can you get us out of here?" "I'm going to have to risk a jump... I can't make it all the way to Ragnar on this fuel load, but I can get us close." "Do it!" The ship successfully jumped.
"My Gods.. did anyone else see that?" Chief Switz was shaking with grief, Ensign Stitch, the intel specialist had hurried to find the ships supply of vomit bags, CPO Staplic, training as the Chiefs eventual replacement sat in a corner staring in disbelief. All of a sudden Rochey shouted "Multiple Dradis contacts!"
"What?! How did they find us?" Demanded Maj. Glitch (ha that's a pun isn't it...) but no answer was available before the hull was riddled with holes, the Raptor became caught in the gravity well of the small moon they orbited however the Cylons moved on. "Foxx, can you get us down?"
"I'm trying, i'm trying! I think I can keep us in the air." The cabin lurched, "Nevermind, it's no good. I just lost our starboard engine. This landings going to get pretty interesting."
"Define interesting"
"Oh God oh God we're all going to die?"
Miraculously they made it to the ground where Chief Switz examined the damage. "I think we can restore the starboard engine by scrounging from the port. It'll take time, but it's the best we've got. And the jump drive is completely shot."
"Very well, get started" ordered Glitch.
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Later that night, Glitch sat writing his log when someone entered the Cabin. "What'cha doing Major?" They asked.
"I'm recording my log... and trying to track down the source of the computer error and how the Cylons found us so quickly."
"Any luck?" They asked, glancing around the cabin.
"Well, it seems that when we programmed our jump, and reappeared the computer broadcasted a very quick, but very broad-frequency beacon... it almost seemed like-" The rest of his phrase was cut, along with his throat.
"You're right, it was deliberate." The figure exited the cabin as Glitch slid onto the console, the blood from his neck pooling and almost covering his report, except for the paragraph,
Due to the ease of their victory and their sudden ability to track us, I'm forced to conclude this was the result of a double agents. There are traitors, or Cylons among us...
Begin!