Battlestar Sword

Prologue

The Cylons were created by Man.

They were created to make life easier on the Twelve Colonies.

And then the day came when the Cylons decided to kill their masters.

After a long and bloody struggle, an armistice was declared.

The Cylons left for another world to call their own.

A remote space station was built...

...where Cylon and Human could meet and maintain diplomatic relations.

Every year, the Colonials send an officer.

The Cylons send no one.

No one has seen or heard from the Cylons in over forty years....

Until Now.

Picon Fleet Headquarters:

Planet Pisces:

10 days before the attack:

Admiral Nagala's office

Admiral Nagala looked up from his desk, as Colonel Jason Wallington walked into the office, came to attention, and saluted.

Giving a quick return salute, he ordered, "Sit down, Wallington."

"Yes, Sir," Jason said and sat down in the proffered chair.

Jason watched as his superior officer looked at the folder in front of him and shuffled the papers.

Finally, after a few minutes, he said, "You wanted to see me, Sir?"

Admiral Nagala looked up at the officer, cleared his throat and replied, "Yes, Wallington. You have been promoted to the rank of Commander, as of this date by order of the Admiralty. You are then to proceed onboard the Battlestar Sword, and assume command of the ship." Admiral Nagala picked up the folder and tossed the document portfolio onto the desk in front of Jason, and continued, "Your orders are to deliver the Sword to these coordinates. She is being sold to the scrap company Valcin Recoveries…" seeing the look on the young man's face, he quickly added, "Yes, your father's company. He won the bid to dispose of the Sword for us. As you know, the Sword is one of our Atlas class Battlestar…"

"Sir, she's brand new. Why is the fleet scrapping her?" Jason asked in shock.

The Admiral's face screwed up as though he had bitten into a rotten piece of fruit as he spat out, "Cost cutting. I'm not sure if you kept up with fleet news since you were way out on the red line on the Pegasus, but six months ago, a suspicious explosion ripped through the bow of the ship. They tried to make repairs, but it was reported by the repair docks over at the Scorpion Fleet Shipyards that to repair her, it would be cheaper to build a new one, especially with her central computer system destroyed. So the bean counters ordered her to be scrapped, and your father won the scrapping bid. Your orders direct you and a skeleton complement of crew to ferry her to the scrap yard for us. You will pick up a full load of munitions at the space dock, and missiles at Ragnar Anchorage Station. You will off-load those missiles and munitions to the missile storage ship Archon, when you arrive at the yards, and they will return them back to Picon Station.

"Once you deliver the Sword, you have three months leave to burn, but when you return to Picon, you will be assigned to the Battlestar Isis as her new commanding officer. Since there is enough room on the Sword, your crew's families will be allowed to go, if they wish. Your father has offered the use of the super liner Picon's Light to bring them home. You will also be taking ten other ships to their shipyard for decommissioning, and delivering supplies. The light cruiser Flak will escort you. She is to return with you along with a load of special weapons that has been developed by Valcin Weapons Systems. These missiles will be tested by the Battlestar Mercury on the old Columbia class Goliath Battlestar. The Goliath has been moored out by Pandora's Nebula and when you return with the missiles, they will be test fired on her. If all goes to plan, then the new missile system will be purchased from the subsidiary of Valcin Industries."

"I see, Sir. I will have the missiles here on time for you," Jason said as he stood up.

"Your mission orders, and command codes for the Sword are in the portfolio. Good luck, Commander, and may the Lords of Kobol watch over you," Nagala said as he shook Jason's hand.

Two hours later,

Scorpion Shipyards:

Repair Dock Nineteen.

Battlestar Sword

Jason walked onto the command deck of the Battlestar Sword. Looking around, he saw that very few of the stations were manned by the crew. With a frown, he looked at the undisciplined crew. Some of the crew were chatting away, while only a few were actually working. He was about to say something when another voice shattered the air.

"Attention on deck!" was shouted by the marine guard at the doorway.

"As you were," Jason ordered as he walked over to the nearest command station and picked up the handset.

"This is Commander Jason Wallington. I'm assuming command of the Sword by orders of Admiral Nagala at this time. Colonel Hays will be my Second in Command. As you know, due to the extensive damages to this ship, she has been ordered scrapped. We have three days until we leave for the breakers. Even though this ship is being scrapped, she is still a Colonial warship. Discipline will be enforced throughout the ship. We will be taking supplies onboard to be delivered to Valcin Station for their use. The portside fighter storage will be used for those supplies. Starboard hangar will double up on some of the ship's fighters, while the rest will be kept on the landing bay. Once we deliver the ship, her fighters will be stationed at the Valcin Recoveries repair facilities to ward off some pirates that have been bothering the Tylium mining ships in the area.

"Escort cruiser Flax will be escorting us to the station. I want this ship ready to go in three days. Also, Valcin Recoveries has agreed to allow our families to come with us, so if anyone wants them to come, you have two days to get them onboard and into quarters. Even though this ship is going to the breakers, we will be going armed. So reloading of the ships ammunition will commence in one hour. Carry on!" Jason said.

He hung up the handset and looked at his Executive Officer Sara Hays. Her black hair was tied back in a bun, but he noticed some of it was loose.

"Colonel Hays, it's nice to meet you. First fix your hair and then get the ship up to speed. I'm going down to the Dock master's Office and check on some items my father ordered for Valcin Recoveries," Jason ordered.

"Yes, Sir." Sara said, tucking the loose strands of hair back in place as she picked up the handset and started issuing orders to the crew.

Jason walked out the door, and down the passageway. He was heading for the nearest hatch when he was forced to step around a man dressed as a maintenance worker kneeling in front of one of the door access panel. The black man was pulling components from one of the hatch doors when he neared him. Scattered around him on the deck were at least twenty circuit boards.

"What's wrong with the hatch controls?" Jason asked.

"Sir, I'm changing out the control board. It was sending a bad signal back to DC. We traced it to this panel, and now I'm just replacing the boards," the man replied as he worked.

"Very well, make sure you clean up this mess. Someone could trip on these boards," Jason ordered as he turned and left the ship.

Two days later.

8 Days before attack:

Scorpion Shipyards:

Battlestar Sword:

Colonel Sara Hays walked over to the handset after she handed the pad back to Sergeant Billy Wane. Picking up the handset, she dialed the Commander's Office.

"Wallington!" Jason said into the handset.

"Sir, all supplies are loaded. The families, who wished to come, have been given quarters along the central passageway. We have seventy people rotating out to the Valcin Recoveries station onboard as well. The convoy is forming up now. As soon as we're released from the docks, we can get underway," Colonel Hays reported.

"Very well, contact the station, request permission to leave. I'll be right up," Jason said as he hung up the handset.

Standing up, he picked up the files, put them in his wall safe and closed it. Turning, he picked up his cup, and drained his morning juice. He walked out of the office. Nodding to his aide, he left the room and walked across the hall to the CIC. Stepping in, he smiled as he saw that all the stations were manned for the first time.

"Sir, the ship is on internal power and the station has retracted all umbilical cables. All external hatches have been sealed. Water purification capabilities are at full power. All stations are manned for getting underway. Viper squadrons Silver Darts and Golden Darts are on standby for emergency launch if needed. Golden Darts in the starboard bay, Silver in port. All Mark VII's are loaded and ready to go. Raptors are on standby for emergency launch if needed. We have ten extra Raptors and ten Mark VII Vipers loaded for delivery at Valcin Recoveries. Magazines are at one hundred percent with normal loads. Nuclear weapons were sent to Ragnar Anchorage for storage," Colonel Hays reported.

"Very well. Fire starboard thrusters at thirty percent power for one minute, to clear the station. Once that's finished, fire stern thrusters for a full three minutes and bring sublight engines online after that," Jason said as he walked over to the CIC table.

"Starboard thrusters at thirty percent," the helmswoman responded.

Jason felt the huge ship shudder as she gracefully moved away from the dock. Sixty seconds later, they started moving directly ahead at full thruster power. As the counter counted down to zero the ship shuddered and started moving faster.

"Bringing sublight engines online now."

"Very well, Ensign Holloway. Communications, send a message to the convoy to form up on us. We are heading for Ragnar Anchorage to pick up our special weapons and then we'll head for Valcin Recoveries station. Colonel Hays, contact the heavy lifters at Ragnar to start launching their ships. We'll pick them up in ten minutes," Jason ordered.

"Aye, Aye, Sir," Colonel Hays said as she turned and picked up the handset.

"Sir, we've cleared the dock. The convoy has joined up with us," the helmswoman reported.

"Dradis?" Jason asked.

"Dradis is normal. We're ready to jump," Ensign Rick Holloway reported from the FTL station.

"Send coordinates for the jump to all ships. We jump in five minutes."

"Yes, Sir. Contacting all ships now," Rick said as he picked up his handset and started talking into it.

Scorpion shipyards:

Diamond Lounge:

End of Ship Dock #1:

Five minutes after launch of the Sword.

"Alfred, did you find out where they're going?" the blond girl asked the number four… called Alfred Black… as she cleaned his table.

"Yes, I have, Lorina. They are going to Valcin Recoveries station to be scrapped. The ship is badly damaged in the bow. Her weapons have been sealed shut, and her special weapons unloaded. She will be easy prey for the attack," the man replied to the beautiful number three. As he wiped his mouth and set the napkin down.

"Good, now if we could only find out where they're located. We need to get a worker…"

"We have a number five that was hired by the company and he shipped out three months ago. He hasn't reported in yet, and we have no idea why." the number three called Lorina Smith replied as she picked up the empty plate and asked in a louder voice, "Can I get you anything else?"

"One of my brothers is on the convoy. He is one of the doctors heading out to the station. I'm sure he will find out what is going on, and will report back. I had better get back to work," Alfred whispered and then in a louder voice he said, "No, thank you. The food was more than enough," as he picked up his repair kit and nodded to the woman.

"Come again," Lorina said as she walked into the kitchen.

Twenty minutes later.

Ragnar Anchorage

Battlestar Sword

Commander Jason Wallington looked at the display as they came out of FTL. On the screens, a dozen heavy lift transports were coming out from the gas giant.

"Contact the transports and have them deliver the weapons to Alpha deck for storage and rearming," Jason ordered.

"Sending your orders, Sir," Communications specialist Oliver Thaddeus replied as he contacted the transports.

Jason watched as the young ensign talked with the incoming ships and then went back to his ship reports that were clipped to a clipboard.

"Sir, the transports report you will have to dock with the station for the specials. They are only carrying standard Anti-air missiles.

"Very well, please notify the convoy we will leave the ships here, and dock with the station," Jason ordered.

"Colonel Hays, have you ever docked with Ragnar Anchorage?" Jason asked.

"No, Sir," Lisa replied as she looked up from the Dradis scans.

"Then it's a good time. Please dock with the station, I need to step next door and check on something," Jason replied as he left the room.

As the doors closed, he heard Lisa giving her orders to the crew. Going into his office, he sat down and brought the CIC up on the screen and watched as Lisa brought the ship into the station's orbit and slowly docked against the side of the station.

Missile reloading tubes slid out and connected to the side of the massive ship. Over the next forty minutes, special weapons were loaded into the ship. Then the tubes slid away, leaving a full load of fifty heavy missiles, and five hundred of the smaller nuclear warheads for the Vipers and Raptors missile magazines.

Fifteen minutes later, the Sword met up with the convoy, FTL coordinates were delivered to the ships and they vanished as the keys were turned.

First Edited By Sneakysis

Final Edit By TeNderLoin

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