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Post  BruceAdama on Sat Jan 02, 2016 1:45 pm

CONTINUED...

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The great ship led the fleet along in open space, as many of the fleet ships were drifting into a new formation pattern, in preparation to jump out of the Ruion System for good.

CIC

The sounds of the DRADIS filled the room, as Standish lifted the handset from the cradle, and put it to his mouth, as D'Anna and the CIC crew looked on, in anticipation of his speech.

"Attention, Urantia crew, and all those on the ships of the civilian fleet... this is Urantia Actual." Standish began, pausing, as he collected his thoughts. "It has been almost eight months, since the Cylons attacked our home worlds. Eight months, since we were thrown into unknown space, left to fend for ourselves, with no resupplies of food or water, and now, no new supplies of fuel. It has been tough... while searching for food and fuel, we have been pursued by the Cylon forces. However, along the way, we have found beacons of light, in an otherwise dark expanse... two pockets of humanity, alone in the middle of the void, having developed their own cultures independent of the Twelve Colonies. The people from Emilon, and then Ruion, have provided us some comfort, with their presence in our fleet... that we may know that we may be far from home now, but we shall never be alone." he continued. "But the time has come for us to make the first giant leap towards home... the first small step towards fulfilling our vow to exact our revenge upon the Cylon murderers... and give them one last battle they will never forget... one last valiant stand for humankind, where we will earn our victory, and retake our beloved Colonies. Yes, people of Urantia, and the fleet... the time has come to make our jump... to the Godhead Nebula!" he said, as all over CIC, people erupted in applause and cheers. "Therefore..." he went on. "I say, Mister Hindri... jump the ship... so what of it, Mister Hindri?" Standish asked, holding the handset in Hindri's direction.

"SO SAY WE ALL!" Hindri called out, towards the phone, as Standish nodded, smiling with approval, as he again spoke, as the crew on the deck began chanting "So say we all", numerous times.

"Urantia to fleet... initiate jump!" Standish ordered, setting the handset down.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

In space, the mighty ship sailed along, as the golden FTL flashring washed over the hull, vanishing the ship from sight, as now the various fleet ships were also jumping away, vanishing from view.

THE GODHEAD NEBULA

The massive stellar phenomenon loomed prominent in space, as suddenly, many dozens of golden flashes of light dotted the nebula. The flashes were deep inside the nebula, and were extremely tiny, against the backdrop of the nebula... and when the flashes revealed the fleet ships, Urantia included, they stood equally tiny... like dark specks of dirt, upon the vast canvas that was the nebula. It was not until one got much, much, closer, that the true size of the fleet was revealed, as the mighty Battlestar again led her fleet through space.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The massive ship sat at the head of the fleet, as a Viper CAP flew past it, as the rest of the fleet followed close behind.

OBSERVATION DECK

The room was buzzing with activity, as various people lined the windows, to get a glimpse of the Godhead Nebula. After a second, Commander Standish and D'Anna walked into the room, and also made their way to the windows, standing behind the crowd, to give the people time to enjoy the view. After a second, a man's voice broke the silence, causing Standish and D'Anna to turn to face him.

"Praise be to the Gods... we made it... our journey was safe, and free of unforeseen incident." the man said.

The look on both Standish and D'Anna's face was one of utter shock.

"Father cavil." Standish merely stated, looking at the man with an icy gaze.

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Post  BruceAdama on Sat Jan 02, 2016 1:50 pm

CONTINUED...

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The ship led the ragtag fleet along, against the backdrop of the massive Godhead Nebula.

OBSERVATION DECK

Cavil looked at the Commander and the XO, taking in the puzzled looks on their faces, as Standish drilled into Cavil with his eyes.

"You... seem surprised to see me... have we met?" he asked.

"You're supposed to be dead." Standish replied, not amused by whatever game this man was playing.

"Well, I don't know you, but I'd still say that's rather rude of you to say, Sir. I was just coming up here to enjoy the vista, but if I'm not welcome on the ship, I'll be happy to return to the Itania Express." Cavil stated.

"What's you're name?" Standish asked the man.

"You just said it, a moment ago... Cavil." the man replied.

"A man matching your exact appearance and name is dead... he was killed... shot, by Cylons, when they boarded Urantia, during the last battle at Ruion." Standish began. "Now you show up, claiming to be from the Itania Express."

D'Anna watched, as Cavil began to make a great show of faux emotion, as he seemingly fought to hold back tears.

"Are you saying my brother was on board Urantia... on this ship, the whole time, since we left the Colonies?" he asked.

"Your brother?" Standish repeated, softly.

"That's impossible." D'Anna began. "For all we know, you could be a Cylon." she added, as Cavil shot her a very annoyed look, right into her eyes, as Standish also looked to her, a questioning look on his face. "After all... you do look the same." she stated.

Cavil glared at her, as he delivered his reply.

"Ever hear of twins, my dear?" he shot back, now looking to Standish. "I am not a Cylon... that whole notion is utterly preposterous... the Cylons are walking chrome toasters... to think they would or could look human..." Cavil began, as Standish cut him off.

"I agree, it's unlikely." Standish began. "Nevertheless... even if I were inclined to believe that... we have no way to prove it, as we don't have access to the Colonial database anymore. So, until proven otherwise, I have no choice but to believe you." Standish added, looking Cavil straight in the eyes. "To answer your question... no, your brother was not on Urantia... he had been a passenger on Pan-Glacatic 22... but he occasionally came on board Urantia, to offer his services as Priest." he said.

"Which I see you've followed in his footsteps." D'Anna threw in.

"Let's just say, I was "inspired" by my brother's work... I decided to join the seminary as well." Cavil offered, now regarding the two people. "Well, I apologize for the confusion, but I will be on my way now... may the Gods be with you." he said, as he took his leave of Standish and D'Anna, as both people watched him leave the room.

"That was strange." D'Anna said, softly.

"I want him watched... keep him close." Standish told her, as she nodded, moving to trail the man.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The ship maintained course, as Viper CAPs flew by the fleet.

XO'S CABIN

D'Anna opened her door, and with a sudden movement, Cavil entered the room, and grabbed her by the throat, shoving her hard against the wall.

"What the frak is the matter with you?" he spat, leering at her. "How do we know you're not a Cylon? What the frak was that? Are you trying to expose us?" he drilled.

"You're not a very good actor, brother." D'Anna began. "I was just trying to keep it real... make the Commander think I'm investigating all of the options."

"Thanks to you, that IS now one of the frakking options!" Cavil shouted. "Your job is to use your acting skills to get into the Commander's trust, and learn about the plans of Urantia, NOT to expose your fellow Cylons to the fleet!" he spat. "You said you wanted my help. I came here to offer it. Test me any further, and it will be YOU, who the fleet will have to be wary of." he added, as he now released her, allowing her to regain her footing and breath, as he opened the door, storming out of her cabin.

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Re: The Original Version (Unedited)

Post  BruceAdama on Sat Jan 02, 2016 10:03 pm

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CONTINUED...

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The ship led the ragtag fleet along, against the backdrop of the massive Godhead Nebula.

COMMANDER STANDISH'S CABIN

Standish took a bite of his food, and downed it with a drink of ambrosia, as he looked to his CAG. He had invited Grae to dinner, hoping that somehow, he could get an understanding of what went wrong with her relationship with her parents. It had been exceedingly difficult to convince Grae to talk to him about this tonight, but he had been adamant that he felt it was a good idea, and she had agreed, out of respect for him.

He refilled his glass with fresh ambrosia, and brought the glass to his lips, preparing to take another drink.

"Easy with that, old man...keep that up, and there won't be a drop left in the fleet." Grae said, toying, as Standish defiantly took another sip.

"Don't worry... all those SAR missions to moons in the nearby system, looking for tylium? That's just a cover story... I really have them out there looking for more ambrosia." he said, looking to her with a serious expression.

"You're joking... right?" Grae answered, looking to him.

"You decide." he merely shot back, as suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"That's them, isn't it? My parents?" Grae lamented, as Standish wiped his lips with his napkin, getting up.

"I'm not expecting anyone. Let me see who it is." he said, as he walked to the door, and cracked it open. He was somewhat surprised to see both of Grae's parents there, looking at him with smiles.

"I hope we're not intruding." Helen began, as Standish looked to Grae just in time to see her quietly walk into his rack, to avoid her parents, and with them, any chance of confrontation. "We just were hoping... well... hoping that maybe we could join you for a moment... we'd like the chance to talk to you about our daughter." she said.

"I apologize, Mr. and Mrs. Azaire, but I'm having a private dinner... I'm not trying to be rude, but.." he began.

"Oh, please, Commander... it won't take but a moment." she pressed.

Standish thought about it, and realized that as long as her parents were here, Grae would probably stay in his rack, not wanting to see them, so he reluctantly opened the door, and motioned for them to come on in, and have a seat.

"Some ambrosia?" Standish offered.

"No, thank you." Grae's father said, as everyone sat down.

"Commander... I'm afraid you might have the wrong impression of us." her father began. "What we did to Grae was not to punish her... it was for her own good. She was a very troubled youth... we were at a loss as to what to do for her. Finally, our Priest from Gemenon advised us to see a very well-known Oracle, on Caprica. The Oracle showed us that Grae had to learn that her life at home was not as bad as what awaited her outside of our guidance." he said.

"It seems to me that her life at home was worse than what she endured on Caprica." Standish stated, as the parents' smile began to diminish, and her father's look now turned serious.

"Are you making some kind of accusation, Commander?" her father asked.

"I've seen the scars." Standish simply replied, as suddenly, the father looked to the floor, with a slight look of regret, as the mother held him, looking to him, as the father then looked back to Standish.

"That child needed discipline." he began. "She was not responsive to anything else... you don't know..." he spat out.

Standish could not take any more of these idiots... he stood up, facing the father in the eye.

"I know... that a child needs discipline, yes... but administered with love and nurturing guidance... not violence. What you did goes beyond mere abuse... it was torture. You have no idea of the lasting effects those actions had on her... how could you? You've had nothing to do with her her whole life!" Standish said, his voice raising up a level.

"That's not fair!" her father shouted out, now standing up to face the Commander.

"Isn't it? I saw you two in the flight lounge... you didn't even look at her while she was flying... you had no interest in her accomplishment at all. All you two did was make out and drink!" Standish said, angrily.

What! How dare you, you..." the father began, as he clenched his teeth, looking like he was about to strike at Standish. Suddenly, the father noticed that there were two dinner place-settings on the table. "What the-- is she-- is she here now?" he asked. "GRAE! Grae! You in here?" he shouted out.

"Oh frak... here it comes..." Standish thought to himself.

After a long moment, Grae emerged from the Commander's rack, caution in her eyes, as she quietly walked to stand right beside and behind the Commander, as if for shelter.

Standish was amazed that she had not gone ballistic yet.

At the sight of their daughter, the parents forced smiles, as they looked to her.

"Come on, Grae... it's time to come home." her father said, sternly.

Grae just stood her ground, not moving.

Her mother moved forward a few steps, holding out her arms.

"C'mon, baby... what are you waiting for? We're here now, and it's time to come back home." she stated.

Grae clutched onto Standish's right arm with both her hands, and gave her parents her reply, in a firm, yet soft voice...

"I AM home." she stated.

It took a few seconds for the impact of that comment to sink in for the parents, but as it did, the father finally relented, and began to lead his wife out the room. As the two left, closing the door behind themselves, Standish heard the father lament, "I knew this would be a waste of time." to the mother.

The Commander and Grae were now left alone in the room, both standing, looking towards the door.

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Re: The Original Version (Unedited)

Post  BruceAdama on Sat Jan 02, 2016 10:05 pm

CONTINUED...

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The ship led the fleet along, now nearing the end of the vast Godhead Nebula, as the fleet now entered into orbit of a small and vacant world, which was surrounded by three smaller rocky moons.

A small Viper CAP flew to the front of the fleet, passing Urantia, as a pair of recon Raptors flew towards Urantia's port flight pod.

CIC

The Commander and XO looked up to the DRADIS, as they listened to the voice of the lead Raptor pilot, through the comm.

"It's confirmed, Urantia... we have found tylium... and loads of it!" the man called out, as instantly, the CIC crew burst into cheers, some clapping, as others hugged each other.

Standish smiled, and looked to D'Anna, who also smiled, as he picked up the phone, and delivered his message.

"Attention, Urantia crew, and all those on the ships of the civilian fleet... this is Urantia Actual." Standish began, pausing, as he collected his thoughts. "After a long delay at Ruion, and a set of failed trial runs with petrium, we have done it... our Raptor teams have located a rich and abundant source of tylium, on two of the moons in this system!" he began. "However, as good as this news is, the fact remains that the fleet is without a tylium refining vessel. Tylium in its raw form is of no use to us. Therefore, for the time being, we will be in a reserve mode, until the crew of the Jaht Batahl can figure out a way to rig up a tylium refining section, in addition to its normal petrium refining operations. In the meantime, take comfort in the fact that we have found fuel, and it is abundant. Urantia Actual out." he said, setting the phone back down in its cradle, as he looked to D'Anna.

CYLON BASESTAR

The great black ship hung in space, as a group of Raiders flew recon nearby.

CONTROL ROOM

D'Anna looked to the other skinjobs in the room, as a group of modern Centurions stood guard. Suddenly, the gold Leader entered the room, and paused behind D'Anna, his red scanner light roving and whining, as she turned to face him.

"Report." she instructed.

"Our recon group has established contact with our veteran battle group, that originated at Ruion... seventy-six Raiders, inbound." it stated.

"Finally." D'Anna began. "When they jumped away after the last battle, I thought they had gotten lost again. Very well... take your Raider, and escort them in... once they're on board, debrief them, and integrate them into your regiment." she added.

"By your command." the gold Leader replied, as he now left to tend to his orders.

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Re: The Original Version (Unedited)

Post  BruceAdama on Sat Jan 02, 2016 10:08 pm

CONTINUED...

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The ship continued to lead the fleet along, as the ships of the fleet slowly sailed by the moons that contained the new sources of tylium.

STARBOARD FLIGHT POD

The doors to the massive hangar deck opened up, and the outer Marines allowed Standish to enter, as he was greeted by the sights and sounds of the tech crews working and scurrying about. Finally, the Action Chief noticed him, and stood straight, saluting as he made the announcement...

"Commander on deck!" he shouted out, as everyone paused, saluting.

Standish reached the man, and returned the salute.

"As you were." he ordered, as everyone returned to their business, as the Action Chief faced Standish. "Well, Chief... I'm here... you said you had a surprise for me." he added.

"That I do, Sir." the man began with a smile, as he led Standish over to the vintage Cylon Raider they had captured at Ruion. "Per your orders, Sir, we have been studying the old Raider's jump drive... as you know, Cylon engines can jump out much farther than Colonial variants. Well... we can't really get this old girl flying again, but I was able to take what we've learned of the Cylon drive, and implement it." he offered.

"Implement it... what do you mean... implement it to what?" Standish asked.

The Chief smiled, as he led the Commander to a corner of the hangar where a Viper was parked, the craft covered, a large light blue cloth draped over it.

"This." the Chief said, with obvious pride, as he pulled the cloth cover off of the craft.

Standish's mouth opened with surprise, and he began to smile, as he saw it...

"What the..." he began.

"Sir, I'd like to introduce you to the Scoutstar." the Chief said, beaming.

Standish allowed his smile to grow, as he walked around the craft, looking it over. Overall, it looked like a Viper, but it looked like an extremely fat and stubby Viper... it was a good few feet shorter than a Mk. II, but the styling was similar, albeit short and fat. Standish took in the fact that it had the same markings as Urantia's Mk. II's... white, with blue stripes.

"Scoutstar." he said aloud, as he completed his walk-around, and looked to the Chief. "How the frak did you find the time to build this... with all the repairs that were being done?" he asked.

"Wasn't that hard, Sir... most of it came from the wreckage of some of our Mk. II's, as well as the bits of Mk. II's from Solaria and Celestia. The real task was fitting the Cylon technology into such a small space." he said.

"Amazing." Standish began. "You've all outdone yourselves this time." he remarked, running his hands over the surface of the new plane.

"She's a recon bird, Sir... with this new jump drive, she can jump out way ahead of Urantia and the fleet, and scan for any Cylons that may be ahead of us, and jump back, with a report... hopefully, it'll keep us a step ahead of the toasters." the Chief stated.

"She'll fly?" Standish asked, looking again to the Chief.

"She's not been out in open space yet, but aye, I'm sure she will, Sir." the Chief answered.

Standish nodded.

"I'll inform the CAG she can begin the field-testing." he said.

"I'm sure she'll be thrilled, Sir." the Chief offered, as Standish now initiated the salute, as he saluted the Chief.

"Thank you, Chief... this is truly an honor... that you so selflessly gave your time and manpower to the good of the fleet... that you all did... you are to be commended." he said, as he offered his hand for the Chief to shake.

"The honor was mine, Sir, thank you, Sir." the Chief replied, shaking Standish's hand.

The two broke the handshake, as the Chief walked off, leaving Standish to look at Urantia's newest bird.

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Post  BruceAdama on Sat Jan 02, 2016 10:12 pm

CONTINUED...

OLYMPIA FLEET SHIPYARDS - CAPRICA - 10 YEARS AGO

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

Commander Standish walked down the long corridor leading to CIC, a folder thick with mission papers in his hand, as he looked them over. As he was focused on his reading, he failed to notice a young woman walking in the opposite direction, and bumped into her, causing him to pause, and turn to her.

"Forgive me... I didn't look where I was going... I'm sorry..." Standish began, as the woman straightened up, saluting him.

"No problem, Sir!" she stated, in proud military textbook fashion.

"At ease." Standish began, noticing that this woman was in a proper duty uniform, but was wearing the rank of Major. "Actually, maybe you can help me..." he continued. "I'm looking for Major Azaire... Grae Azaire... you wouldn't happen to know where she is, or where I can find her, would you?" he asked.

"Why, Sir? I mean... is she in any trouble, Sir?" the woman asked, now looking somewhat awkward.

Standish fought hard to keep from openly smiling... he knew this woman was Grae Azaire, but he wanted to play with her a bit.

"Oh, no..." he began. "It's just that I need to inform her of her new position... she's my new CAG." he added, as for a moment, Grae lost control, and just started to smile widely, her eyes wide, as she then regained her neutral composure, clearing her throat.

"Um... no, Sir... I uh... I'll go and see if I can find her, and tell her you're looking for her." she offered.

"That would be great." Standish said, softly, as he looked into her eyes. "Tell her also, that with the CAG position, comes the rank of Captain." he said, as the woman swallowed a lump in her throat, looking to him with wide eyes, as she nodded, now saluting him again, as she began to walk away.

Standish allowed her to get a few meters away, before he turned around, calling out to her.

"Oh..." he began, as she turned to face him. "Before we meet again, you might want to change... you're out of uniform, Captain." he added, now allowing his big smile to break through, as he turned to leave her standing in the middle of the corridor, stunned, her mouth open with disbelief, her eyes wide.

"How the frak did he know it was me?" she asked herself, mentally, as now she looked down to her uniform, only to see her Major's bars. "Stupid, stupid, stupid..." she said, somewhat aloud, as she hit her forehead with her palm a few times.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53 - PRESENT DAY

The great Battlestar held position in orbit of a powder-blue rocky planet, with twin moons, as after a second, the new Scoutstar emerged into view, dropping into place in front of the Battlestar and her fleet, as two Mk. II Vipers kept watch, following behind the Scoutstar.

SCOUTSTAR COCKPIT

Captain Azaire looked over her cockpit controls, and the mini DRADIS monitor, as she prepared to take the new craft on its first flight. She switched on the intercom, and began to report to Urantia.

"Actual, this is Scoutstar... all pre-jump checks are go... I'm ready to spool up the FTL, and take this baby for her first ride." Grae began.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

CIC

Commander Standish looked down to the table, as he gave his reply, shuffling navigational charts around on the lit table.

"Very well, Medusa... proceed... but be careful... if you see any toasters ahead of us, you jump right back... the Scoutstar is not a stealth ship... so I want the toasters to get as few looks at it as possible." he stated, now looking up to the DRADIS, as the light of the monitor reflected in his glasses like fire.

"Copy that, Actual." her comm voice relayed.

SCOUTSTAR

In space, the Scoutstar's thrusters fired in succession, as the craft moved to an optimal jump position, while the two Mk. II's kept watch close behind.

Finally, the Scoutstar began to make its run for the eventual jump coordinates, and flew ahead of the fleet, the stars appearing to zip by below and around it.

Finally, after a second, the craft had built up speed, and the familiar telltale flashpoint of light appeared, and the FTL ring of light enveloped and washed over the small craft, vanishing it from sight.

SCOUTSTAR COCKPIT

In the cockpit, Medusa momentarily shielded her eyes from the brilliance of the FTL wash, as her craft emerged out of hyperlight, and was once again in normal space.

She began to bank to her left, and watched the stars outside pan around, until the craft came into view of a planet... a planet very similar to Caprica... vast blue oceans, green and brown continents, and wispy white clouds.

Instantly, her eyes lit up, and she smiled.

"Frak! What do you know... I've found a planet that might be able to support li--" she began, but quickly paused, as now her smile began to fade, as she looked harder at the planet...

She could see that where the planet was dark, there were many organized patterns of light... cities... large and vast cities. This planet was already home to someone.

"Frak that." she began, dismayed, but then realized the significance of her discovery. "Oh, my Gods... HOLY FRAK!!!" she shouted out, laughing.

For a long moment, she continued sitting there, looking at her discovery, and laughing with joy, until she noticed something in the corner of her eye... something utterly massive in size...

She turned to face the object, which was emerging from the light of the nearby sun, to her upper left... instantly, her smile vanished, and she wore a look of fear and apprehension.

"Oh, frak... time to go..." she said, looking at it.

What she saw was a ship... a massive ship... but it was not Cylon. Of course, there was no way to know if it was human, either. It was a massive vessel... the same color as a Battlestar, and even the same most basic and rough proportions, but it was utterly massive... at least half time larger than a Mercury-Class Battlestar... and this beast looked super-beefy... like a Battlestar on steroids... and it was heading in her direction.

As she began to turn her craft about, she caught a glimpse of dozens of very small fighter-like craft, emerging from the giant vessel, and beginning to race towards her position.

"Okay... I'm going... going... gone!" she said, as now the cockpit was filled with the brilliance of the FTL light, as her ship jumped out of the region.

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CONTINUED...

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The great ship kept orbit of the rocky planet, the fleet tagging along behind.

CIC

Commander Standish, D'Anna, and Grae all stood around the CIC table, as they regarded the photos Grae took with the Scoutstar's camera, of the Caprica-like planet, and the massive ship she had found.

Standish reached for the photo of the massive ship, and looked at it, as the others watched his face for the reaction. Finally, he spoke, handing the picture over to the XO.

"Hard to tell... it could be human... but then, it could not, also." he offered, in a soft voice.

"Either way, it's worth a look." D'Anna replied, handing the photo back to him.

"I agree." Standish began, now looking to Grae. "What about it, Medusa... you up for your first diplomatic mission?" he asked, with a serious expression.

"ME, Sir?" she asked, with wide eyes.

"HER?" D'Anna seconded.

"Yes." Standish began. "The ship in these photos is massive... I've never seen anything so big... and from the looks of it, that means it's probably very well armed. I don't want the first thing that ship sees, to be a Battlestar and a Viper CAP heading its way... that might be misunderstood by whoever these people are as a sign of hostility." he offered, looking from D'Anna to Grae. "Besides... this ship has apparently already seen the Scoutstar... seeing it again will mean they see something somewhat familiar... which reduces the chance they'll fire first." he added.

"I guess that makes me your girl, Sir." Grae offered, as Standish looked to her with understanding eyes. "I won't let you down, Sir." she added.

"I know you won't" he replied softly, as he handed her the photos. "Don't worry... you'll be well-prepped for the mission." he added, as she took the photos, and turned to leave the room, leaving Standish and D'Anna to look after her.

"So now what?" D'Anna began, as Standish turned to face her. "We don't know if these people are even human, and the Scoutstar doesn't have any kind of language filtration software on board... how is she gonna be able to tell if they're human, without getting close to that monster-sized ship?" she asked.

"She won't have to... in fact, she won't even have to use any translation software at all, for her mission... we'll do that part." Standish offered.

"What do you mean... how?" she asked.

"As soon as she jumps back to that spot, she'll find that ship, or any other orbiting ship. When she does, she'll immediately begin sending a signal, using patterns of flashing light, from the Scoutstar's camera spotlight. If there are any fighter patrols, and if they are human, they should recognize those patterns as a message. If they do, they should respond with flashes of their own." he replied.

"Okay..." D'Anna began, nodding. "So what message is Medusa gonna send?" she added, looking to the Commander.

"We are human, and we mean no harm. We are coming soon... in peace." Standish stated back.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The Battlestar kept orbit over the planet, as the Scoutstar lowered into view beside the great ship, and fired its thrusters intermittently, as it moved into position for the jump run.

SCOUTSTAR COCKPIT

Inside the new craft, Grae looked over the nav readings on DRADIS, as she activated the intercom.

"I gotta say, Actual... I'e never been great at math... if I have to plot an emergency jump back on my own..." she began.

"Don't worry... I wouldn't let you do that..." Standish's com voice came through. "But from now on, if you don't do your homework, I won't choose you for any more special ops." he added.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

CIC

Standish looked at the nav charts and recon photos, as he listened to Medusa's voice, over the com.

"Fine... just leave the jumps to Hindri, and I'll just bother you with all my inane chatter." she stated.

"You're doing that right now." Standish shot back softly, wanting to toy with her a bit.

"Hey!" she began, as Standish broke a small smile. "Keep that up, and I'll find out where you hide all those bottles of ambrosia, and hide them from you." she baited.

"You wouldn't dare..." Standish began. "Besides, they'd all be empty by the time you get to them."

"Ain't that the truth." she said, as someone in CIC allowed a laugh to escape, but quickly silenced himself, clearing his throat, as Standish looked his way.

"All right... let's focus on the mission, you two." D'Anna cut in.

"So say we all." Standish whispered, under his breath, as he looked to the DRADIS. "Okay, Medusa... let's go make ourselves known... good hunting." he added.

SCOUTSTAR COCKPIT

"Copy that, Actual." Grae stated, as the stars outside began to speed up.

In space, the Scoutstar broke away from Urantia, and angled off, picking up more speed, until once again, the familiar FTL flashring appeared, and washed over the craft, again vanishing it from view.

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CONTINUED...

The FTL flashring appeared, and instantly, the small Scoutstar appeared, drifting fast, as now Medusa fired the retro-thrusters, to slow down.

SCOUTSTAR COCKPIT

Medusa watched the starfield pan about, as finally, the large planet entered into view... but she now wore a look of trepidation, as she now saw not one, but two of the massive behemoth ships, holding orbit over the planet, in the far distance.

"Frak." she whispered. "Well, here goes nothing." she added, as she began to work her controls.

COMMAND BRIDGE

The yellowish/red crosshairs moved about the grid on the screen, as the lone blip representing the Scoutstar slowly grew closer to two much larger blips, as a human hand pointed to the small blip.

"It's back again, High Admiral." a young man's voice stated.

"Very well... launch alert Starcats... tell them to make visual ident, and query... weapons cold." another man's voice ordered.

SCOUTSTAR COCKPIT

Medusa looked up from her on-board DRADIS, just in time to see a large group of... fighter-like craft, heading towards her.

"Oh, frak... don't fire... please, please, don't fire." she said softly. "Look..." she began. "I'm friendly... see?" she asked, as she initiated the flashing light signals.

STARCAT SQUADRON CAG

The lead Starcat began to slow, as the rest of the group followed, as the bright flashes of light in code from the Scoutstar were seen by the group.

In the cockpit, the CAG looked at the flashes, and began to smile.

"Oh, my Gods... whoever it is... they're humans!" he shouted out, into the comm. "That's Golan Code! All Starcats... do not fire... repeat... do not fire!" he added.

SCOUTSTAR COCKPIT

Grae watched with cautious wonder, as the Starcat squadron began to draw close, and pass by her Scoutstar.

The Starcats were strange-looking to her... they looked... old. If this had been Earth, one might say that they looked like F6F Hellcats, sans propeller, and with the canopy pushed back to the front of the tail, and the wing pushed all the way forward. They were a dark navy blue in color, with white signage.

As the lead Starcat passed by her, she could see now that the inhabitants were indeed human as well, and she broke a sigh of relief, as she began to laugh, realizing she had just located another pocket of humanity. She noted that the apparent CAG looked to her, smiling and waving, as he flew by.

She turned her head to look after him, smiling.

"You're cute." she said aloud.

COMMAND BRIDGE

The reddish/yellow grid remained on the screen, as the CAG's voice came through the intercom.

"I still can't believe it, Sir... they're human... she's human... we have a single human female, in a small, FTL-capable craft... she's transmitting visually, using Golan Code! She's saying that there are others, that they are humans, and they'll be back soon... in peace!" the man's voice stated.

Instantly, the sounds of cheering could be heard throughout the Bridge, as now, the rest of the room and crew became visible, and a middle-aged man in a military uniform picked up the handset to the intercom.

"Copy that, CAG... send a reply signal... tell her we'll be waiting." he stated, smiling, as the crew behind him continued to cheer, and hug each other.

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CONTINUED...

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The great ship sat at the head of the rest of the fleet, as far in the distance ahead of the fleet, the FTL flash appeared, and the Scoutstar appeared, and began to speed towards the waiting Battlestar.

CIC

A packet of documents was slapped down onto the command table in CIC, as Commander Standish's hand picked the papers up, looking through them, as Grae, still in her flight suit, smiled, as D'Anna looked on.

The women watched the Commander intently, as he looked over the papers, finally setting them back on the table, letting out a sigh as he did, then turning to Grae.

"They're human, alright." he stated, softly. "This is all they gave you?" he asked.

"Yes, Sir." Medusa began. "They call their colony... or world... Omiron. And according to them, they were the first of the original 13th Tribe separatists... they were the first to leave the 13th Tribe fleet, that was bound for Earth." she added.

"That means that they're the last of the lost human colonies we'll find out here?" D'Anna cautiously speculated.

"Could be." Standish added. "That would explain their higher level of technology, compared to the people from Emilon and Ruion. They've simply had more time to get established." he added.

"They have welcomed us, Sir... but we WILL need to make preparations if we are to communicate well... unlike Emilon and Ruion, which had traces of Gemenese and Saggitaron in their dialects, this world, Omiron, is based on ancient Aerilonian dialect." Grae added.

D'Anna and Grae watched, as Standish broke from the table, and began to slowly walk about CIC, as if pondering the next move, as the rest of the deck crew also watched, the only sound in the room being the mournful whine of the DRADIS screens.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Standish turned to D'Anna.

"How long until we're finished harvesting the tylium deposits we found?" he asked her.

"Three days." she replied, looking to him.

Standish silently nodded, and then looked to Mister Hindri.

"Mister Hindri... maintain this orbit, until the harvester teams have completed the recovery op. Once the operation is completed, the fleet will be jumping... to Omiron." he stated, as the crew began to applaud, as Hindri smiled.

"Yes, Sir!" Hindri replied.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The ship kept orbit over the light blue planet, as a Viper CAP flew by the ship.

OBSERVATION DECK

In the dimly lit lounge, D'Anna sat at the bar, nursing a drink, as a man sat down next to her, and removed his hat, to reveal that it was Cavil that had joined her.

"Well?" he asked her.

"We're jumping into their system in three days... a planet they call Omiron." she replied.

"Excellent." Cavil began. "I'll have a Basestar standing by." he added, as now D'Anna looked to him.

"What do you mean... for whom... Urantia, or these new ships?" she asked.

"Let's just consider it a test, shall we?" he offered, smiling.

CYLON BASESTAR

CONTROL ROOM

D'Anna stood on one side of the data table, facing Cavil on the other side, as both wore confrontational looks.

"You aren't seriously thinking about launching an attack on those new ships Urantia's pilot found, are you?" D'Anna asked, looking to Cavil with her eyes, not lifting her head. "We have no idea of their power... but from what the Three on Urantia saw, they're massive." she added.

Cavil smiled slyly, as he gave his reply.

"Like I said, Three... this will be a test, no? We will be able to see just how powerful those ships are... without engaging them." he added.

"Really... and just how would you plan on doing that?" D'Anna shot back.

"That is on a need-to-know basis, and for now, you don't need to know. All YOU need to do, is trust me... you asked for my help... let me offer it." Cavil relayed, staring D'Anna in the eyes.

For a long moment, the two were locked in an intense stare-off, until D'Anna broke it, nodding.

"Fine... just be careful... I don't want anymore frak-ups." she said, as she turned to leave the room, walking away.

Cavil watched her leave, until she was completely out of the room. He the turned around, to face his waiting Centurion. The Ceturion's roving red scanner moved from right to left in a "V" pattern, as Cavil spoke to it.

"This IS going to be a test." he began. "A test of just how competent that old regiment of relics is, that Three has taken under her command. I want you to go to the gold Leader... inform him that it will be his unit that leads the Basestar in." Cavil ordered.

The Centurion merely nodded silently, the only sound coming from its scanner, as it then left to carry out Cavil's commands.

Cavil now began to walk away, and was met by another of the skinjobs, a Four.

"Do you really think this is a wise course, One?" Simon asked him, as the two walked.

"Yes." Cavil began. "What I fear, if we let Three continue down the path she has chosen, is another power struggle. The integration once again of that old force of Centurions makes me uneasy... she's protective of them too much... I fear they could possibly be used against us... against me." he added.

"So you want to risk another conflict, by trying to stop one from happening in the first place?" Simon countered. "Why not just wait and see what Three has in mind? She's comfortable to let Urantia continue on its way back to the Colonies. And to a degree... so am I." he offered, as the two now paused, Cavil looking to him.

"Be that as it may... you heard Three... those new humans are the last of the 13th Tribe that Urantia will find out here. We should use that... move with it... use this opportunity to rid ourselves of the last pockets of humanity and Urantia, so that our resources can be devoted elsewhere." Cavil said, as Simon looked to him, finally nodding, with silent and reluctant agreement.

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CONTINUED...

The Scoutstar sailed through space, as far in the distance, the ships of Urantia's ragtag fleet angled off, preparing to jump away, just as the mighty Urantia herself crept into view, the ship surrounded by weapons and flak fire.

Suddenly, a vintage Cylon Raider emerged into view behind the Scoutstar, and opened fire.

The first volley of tracers missed the small craft, but the second burst did its job, and the Scoutstar exploded apart, sending debris flying out in all directions, as the Raider sailed through the fire and debris, victorious.



THREE DAYS EARLIER



BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

CIC

Commander Standish looked up to the ceiling, as the strut containing and holding the array of DRADIS monitors lowered from its housing, gradually coming to a soft stop, above and in front of the Commander, over the center of the table.

The reflection of the DRADIS and their rotating sweeps of light filled the lenses of the Commander's glasses, as he looked at the monitors, before looking down to the papers he held in his hand.

He looked to his side, as D'Anna's had placed itself on his shoulder, and he looked to her, smiling.

"Problem, Sir?" she asked, softly, but playfully.

"I just can't believe it's finally over with." Standish began, speaking softly to her, not wanting to share the conversation with the whole deck. "Five whole weeks, of mining and harvesting tylium deposits, and now we have our fill... all we need to do now, is refine the stuff." he added.

"That's easier said than done." she shot back, as he looked to her, a knowing expression on his face. "So, when do we make the jump to Omiron?" she added.

"After I take care of one last thing." Standish replied, serious now, as he handed D'Anna the papers he had in his hand, before walking out of CIC, leaving the XO in charge, as she looked after him.

STARBOARD FLIGHT POD

The sounds of welding and tools clanking could be heard, as the Specialists and techs carried on about their duties on the large hangar deck.

Commander Standish walked up to the Crew Chief, who saluted upon seeing him.

"Commander on deck!" the man shouted out, as everyone stopped, and saluted Standish.

"As you were." Standish replied, returning the salute, as he took the Chief aside. "Chief..." he began. "How much debris do we have left from our Vipers that have been lost?" he asked.

"Debris, Sir?" the Chief asked, confused. "Well, the best bits went into the building of the Scoutstar... but aye, I have some more... how much are we talking about?" he asked.

"Not a lot." Standish began. "Just enough to weld onto a Mk. II, to make it look like the Scoutstar, from a few hundred meters away." he stated.

"Ahh... you want a decoy, eh?" the Chief asked.

"Exactly... we're about to jump to the Omiron System... I want the Scoutstar... the real Scoutstar, to lead the fleet ships in first... Urantia will hang behind, and engage the Cylons here, when they show up... if they do, and I'm confident they will... things have been going too easy of late... they're due." he added.

"So you want them to engage this decoy, so that they'll think they've destroyed our new advantage?" the Chief said, nodding his understanding.

"At least... that's the plan." Standish offered.

"Well, you may be in luck, Sir... I may just be able to whip something together. We're almost done repairing the FTL's on Raptor Seven over there... as soon as my team is done with that, we'll start on our new project." the Chief offered, smiling.

"Thank you, Chief." Standish said, as he saluted the man, dismissing him.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The ship led the fleet through open space, as a Viper CAP flew past the Battlestar.

COMMANDER STANDISH'S CABIN

The Commander stood on one side of his bed, as D'Anna stood on the other, as both people drew the covers, preparing to get into bed. As they both got in, they settled themselves, D'Anna turned the light off on her side, as she looked to the Commander.

"Well... it's been quite a day, hasn't it?" she asked, sighing.

"Hmmm." was Standish's only response, as he looked to the ceiling, a tired look on his face.

"Anything you want to tell me?" she added. "You thinking about the jump to Omiron?"

"No... I'm just... thinking about things." he replied, somewhat lost in thought. "It's been too quiet... the Cylons are due." he added.

CYLON BASESTAR

In the Control Room, D'Anna stood across from Cavil, at the data table, facing him.

"He's hiding something from me... I can feel it... there's something he's not telling me." she said.

"I still think you're being paranoid, Three." Cavil shot back. "For Godsakes, you're sleeping with the man, and you've been present in CIC, whenever he's received information on Omiron... I don't see what he could be hiding."

"I know, frak it." D'Anna began. "That's what's got me worried." she added.

"Well, don't worry... it won't be much longer, and you won't have to worry... if Standish IS planning something, he's likely to do it before he takes Urantia to Omiron." Cavil offered, as D'Anna wore an uncertain look.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

COMMANDER STANDISH'S CABIN

D'Anna leaned over to kiss Standish on the lips, as the Commander then turned over, and shut the light off on his side of the bed, leaving the room in darkness.

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CONTINUED...

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The great ship began to angle to starboard, along with the ragtag fleet, as the various ships began to orient themselves for an FTL jump.

CIC

The DRADIS monitors whined, as Standish looked at the clear screen before him.

"Mister Hindri, are the fleet's FTL's up and ready?" Standish asked.

"Aye, Sir, they are." Hindri replied, as now Standish lifted the phone from its cradle, and brought it to his lips.

"Medusa, this is Actual... the board is clear, and the ships are go... lead the fleet to Omiron... we'll follow." he began, setting the phone back down, and looking up to the DRADIS again. "Launch decoy Scoutstar, and bring us around... position one-two-one, carom four-three. Ready all weapons, and launch alert Vipers." he stated.

In space, the Vipers began to swoop out of Urantia's side, and fire their engines, as they raced out into open space.

CIC

The sensor sweep of the DRADIS swept over the screen again, as finally, Standish got the surprise he had been expecting... a single new blip appeared on the screen.

"DRADIS contact! Reading one Cylon Basestar... launching Raiders!" Hindri called out.

CYLON BASESTAR

The giant ship hung in space, as dozens upon dozens of the vintage Raiders came swarming out of the black ship.

The Raiders broke formation, and began to go after the Vipers from Urantia, as one Raider gave chase after the decoy Scoutstar.

The Scoutstar sailed through space, as far in the distance, the ships of Urantia's ragtag fleet angled off, preparing to jump away, just as the mighty Urantia herself crept into view, the ship surrounded by weapons and flak fire.

Suddenly, the vintage Cylon Raider emerged into view behind the Scoutstar, and opened fire.

The first volley of tracers missed the small craft, but the second burst did its job, and the Scoutstar exploded apart, sending debris flying out in all directions, as the Raider sailed through the fire and debris, victorious.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

CIC

The ship shook with a weapons hit, as D'Anna entered the room, buttoning the top of her uniform top, as she walked over to Standish, and regarded the DRADIS data beside him.

"What's up?" she asked.

"Took you long enough to get here." Standish began. "We've got Cylon Raiders... those old models... they just jumped in, with a single Basestar. The fleet's away to Omiron, with Medusa leading them." he added.

"Sir!" Hindri cut in. "The Cylons have destroyed the Scoutstar decoy!" he called out.

D'Anna wore a puzzled look.

"What... wait... decoy?" she asked, somewhat shocked, as Standish looked to her, mock confusion on his face.

"That's right." he stated calmly.

CYLON BASESTAR

In the Control Room, D'Anna stood across from Cavil at the data table, as she slammed her palms down hard onto the surface, in frustration, as Cavil looked up at her.

"FRAK!" she began. "It was a frakking decoy!" she lamented, looking up to Cavil. "I knew it... I knew he was hiding something from me... we need to leave. Now." she added, as Cavil simply nodded his agreement.

In space, the Cylon Raiders suddenly halted pursuit, and came about, racing back to the Basestar, as the Urantia Vipers gave chase, firing.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

CIC

Standish and D'Anna watched the DRADIS, as Mister Hindri called out new information.

"The Cylons are pulling back, Sir!" he said, as Standish nodded, a small smile breaking to the surface.

"Mister Hindri... recall our birds... bring 'em home. As soon as they're all aboard, get us the frak outta here, and take us to Omiron!" Standish called out.

In space, Urantia's Vipers came about for one last pass at the Basestar, as they raced back towards Urantia, the massive black Cylon ship looming closer below them, as they raced closer to it, firing all the way.

Suddenly, the entire Basestar was engulfed by the FTL flashring, which vanished it from view, just as Urantia's Vipers flew through the space that the Basestar had just occupied.

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CONTINUED...

OMIRON

A massive flash of bright light signaled the arrival of the Battlestar Urantia, as the mighty ship began to creep into view, as the rest of the ragtag fleet dotted the sky in front of her.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The ship began to head straight for its target, as a handful of the Omironian Starcat fighters did a flyby of the ship, flying past the great Battlestar as it passed by.

CIC

Commander Standish and D'Anna watched the DRADIS, as Hindri called out information from his station.

"Confirmed contact with their fighter group, Sir... they seem to be assuming an escort formation." he stated.

"Very good." Standish began, as he lifted the phone from its cradle, looking to Hindri. "Give me a ship-to-ship channel." he stated, turning back to face the DRADIS, as he began to speak. "To Omiron ship, this is Commander Tyler Standish, of the Colonial Battlestar Urantia, representing the Twelve Colonies of Kobol. We come in peace and request the opportunity to meet. Please respond with ident and greeting." he said, looking to D'Anna.

OMIRONIAN SHIP

COMMAND BRIDGE

A human hand lifted the phone up from the cradle, and brought it up, to speak into it.

The hand belonged to a middle-aged and tall man, who was wearing an unusual military uniform. Unusual by Colonial standards, to be sure. The uniform itself was very similar to that of the Emilonian military... if it were an Earth uniform, it would be described as "Napoleonic-era". But unlike the Emilon uniforms, which were black, this one was for the most part, a medium to dark green, with an under-tunic of red. Again, if this were Earth, one might compare it to the uniform of a Canadian Mountie, with the colors reversed.

The man put the phone to the side of his face, as his crew looked on behind him, with silent apprehension.

"Acknowledged, Battlestar Urantia... this is High Admiral Jordan Ardala, of the Omironian Warship Thunderstar. On behalf of the people of Omiron, I welcome you to our world. Petition for a meeting is hereby granted. We invite you to come on board." he stated, looking to his crew behind him.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The proud ship drifted in space, the ragtag fleet close behind, as a large group of Raptors emerged from Urantia's airspace, and continued on course, towards the massive Omironian Warship Thunderstar.

RAPTOR COCKPIT

Commander Standish looked with awe at the view of the Thunderstar, from the large cockpit windows. He had never seen any ship so massive. As the Raptor drew closer, the front of the Thunderstar loomed closer, and blotted out the light of the sun behind it, as the ship now eclipsed the view of Omiron itself.

The miniature DRADIS screen's whining sound filled the cockpit, as the massive entrance to the Omironian ship's starboard hangar bay filled the view, as a lone Starcat fighter moved into position in front of the Raptor, leading it inside.

Standish could now see many Starcats on the flight deck, arranged in a neat row... inspection formation, while in front of the fighters, a long line of fighter pilots stood at attention, in full parade dress uniform, all of the men frozen in a salute to the Urantia arrivals, as the Raptor passed by.

The pilot's dress uniforms were design-wise identical to the regular uniforms, which resembled that of an Earth Canadian Mountie, but the coloration was different. The pilots uniforms were all medium blue, with an under-tunic of light gray, and straps of white.

URANTIA RAPTOR

The hatch to the Raptor began to open, as an Omiron officer stepped forward and sounded a boatswain whistle, as all the Omiron people stood at attention

The hatch fully opened, and one of the Urantia Marines took the first steps out, as Commander Standish now emerged from the craft, walking down the steps to the foot of the wing.

The man at the foot of the formation stepped forward, along with another man. The first man spoke to Standish, saluting him.

"Welcome on board. I am Thomas Pinter, Captain of the Thunderstar. I present to you, the esteemed Jordan Ardala, High Admiral of the Omironian Stellar Guard!" Pinter stated, now stepping aside, allowing Ardala to step forward, and salute Standish.

Standish stepped down onto the deck, and returned the man's salute, as he now shook Ardala's hand.

"Commander Tyler Standish, of the Colonial Battlestar Urantia." he stated. "I come in peace, and bring with me people from the colonies of Ruion and Emilon... colonies that were founded by others from your original settlement fleet, when they continued on ahead of you." Standish stated.

That remark surprised Ardala, and he grew a large smile.

"You mean... you mean there are other humans out here? That others survived the long dark, and were able to thrive?" he asked.

"Oh, yes." Standish replied.

"Hot damn..." Ardala chuckled, looking to the Captain with a smile, before turning back to Standish. "I can't wait to meet them... it's been so very long. And YOU, Commander... how's Kobol?" he asked.

"I'm afraid I couldn't tell you that." Standish began. "Our colonies were started around the same time that your original fleet left Kobol... during the exodus. In fact, we don't even know where Kobol is." he offered, apologetically.

"I see." Ardala said, saddened a bit. "Well, I look forward to hearing all about all of this, Commander. Please... come with me... I will show you first our ship, and then our world." he offered, gesturing for Standish to precede him.

OMIRON

The massive Thunderstar sailed right alongside the Urantia, dwarfing the Battlestar, as the civilian fleet drifted in formation behind the pair, as a combined CAP of Vipers and Starcats flew by.

OMIRONIAN WARSHIP THUNDERSTAR

FLAG OFFICER'S MESS

A long banquet table had been set up in the room, as the people from Omiron sat on one side, while the people from the Colonies as well as Emilon and Ruion sat on the other side.

The people were chatting between each other, while enjoying food and drink, as Standish struggled to explain the nature of his fleet to High Admiral Ardala.

"Urantia is not a charter ship... we are pure miliary. But when we were able to establish a star fix, I ordered the ship back to the Colonies. It was along the way, that we came across Emilon and Ruion. People from those worlds chose, on their own free will, to accompany Urantia back to the Colonies, to see what became of their fellow man. My mission, is to take Urantia back to Caprica, and locate the remaining Battlestars, and mount a final offensive against the Cylons." he said. "However... the Sal Caltanis IS a military ship that is serving charter duty. Captain Kline told me that the Emilonian government assigned him to protect the pilgrim fleet, during its voyage." he added.

"I see." Ardala replied, as he was about to say something else, but got cut off by the sound of the ship's intercom activating.

"Bridge to High Admiral Ardala... there is a comm message for Commander Standish, from his ship." the man's voice called out, over the speakers, as Ardala got up from his chair, and walked to a wall panel, to reply, as he pressed the button.

"Ardala here... route the call through the intercom." he ordered.

Just then, the message from Urantia came through, over the speakers, as the noise in the room dwindled to a hush.

"Repeat... Commander Standish, we have multiple confirmed contacts... three Cylon Basestars... launching Raiders. We are going to Action Stations." Hindri's voice relayed.

Standish's look grew deathly serious, as he bolted up from his seat, and rushed to the wall panel, to deliver his reply.

"Urantia, this is Actual... affirmative on Action Stations. Go to Condition One throughout the fleet... have the fleet ready to initiate FTL jump to emergency jump coordinates. Launch Vipers, and order weapons free. I'm on my way back." he stated, releasing the intercom button, as he looked to Ardala, his face wearing a sober look. "If you value your lives... you should get to your Bridge." he offered, as he now moved away, as Ardala looked after him.

TO BE CONTINUED...
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CONTINUED...

OMIRON

The three Cylon Basestars hung silent in space, as the weapons tracers from Urantia began to lance out in space, heading for the three black ships.

OMIRONIAN WARSHIP THUNDERSTAR

COMMAND BRIDGE

The doors to the Bridge opened up, allowing High Admiral Ardala to enter, as his Charge Officer handed him some situation reports. Ardala took the reports, and was distracted, by the sight that he could now behold, from the forward windows on the Bridge...

He walked closer to the forward windows, as the sounds of distant and muffled explosions could now be heard.

As he arrived at the foot of the windows, he gazed out into space, and saw for the first time, the image of the Cylon ships, and the scope of Urantia's weaponry, as the Battlestar and the Cylon ships exchanged fire, and flak explosions dotted the sky.

The image of the combatant ships and the exploding flak reflected in the window, over the face of Ardala, as he reacted to the sight, with awe and morbid amazement...

"Whoa, jillikers..." he stated, softly, but audibly.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

CIC

The crew reacted, as Commander Standish entered the room, and walked to the command table, beside D'Anna, looking up at the DRADIS.

"SITREP." he stated, looking to her.

"Situation unusual, Sir... we've got three Basestars, but only one of them has launched Raiders, or opened fire... the other two are just standing there." she replied.

"Strike that!" Hindri called out, as both Standish and D'Anna turned to face him. "A second Basestar has just launched missiles... nukes inbound... brace for impact!" he shouted out, as everybody grabbed ahold of the nearest anchored object.

OMIRONIAN WARSHIP THUNDERSTAR

COMMAND BRIDGE

High Admiral Ardala watched with horror, as the first nuke struck Urantia, the dreadful weapon detonating with a blindingly brilliant burst of hot white light, that expanded, and swept over the Battlestar, sending it drifting to the side a bit, as massive amounts of hull damage could now be seen, on the side of impact.

"Gods." Ardala whispered, as he moved to the Command area, and began to call out orders to his Charge Officer.

"Officer of the Charge... how many TNO's do we have on board?" he asked.

"Five thermonuclear ordinances on board at present, High Admiral!" the man called back.

"Very well... Officer of the Charge... load TNO number one into launch tube one, and place your launch authorization key at the ready!" Ardala called back, his eyes not moving from the view of the battle outside.

"Aye, High Admiral! TNO number one is loaded and ready... key on standby!" the Charge Officer replied.

"Officer of the Charge... you may fire!" Ardala called out, as behind him, the Charge Officer turned the launch key in the launch panel.

OMIRON

In space, the massive Thunderstar sat in orbit of Omiron, facing the three Cylon attackers, and Urantia, as the two Cylon ships spat out another volley of missiles towards Urantia.

Just then, the Thunderstar launched a missile... ONE missile, that flew screaming, towards the first Cylon Basestar.

The ONE missile suddenly struck the Basestar, slamming into the ship with furious force, as an utterly massive flash of hot white light erupted from the center of the Basestar, and the entire ship blew apart violently, sending debris zooming out from a gargantuan explosion of fire, that seemed to expand without end.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

CIC

Standish and D'Anna looked to the DRADIS with absolute shock and awe, as behind them, the crew gasped in disbelief, at what the Thunderstar had just done.

D'Anna let a gasp of shocked surprise escape, and stepped back a few paces, as if in disbelief.

The gasps and shock of the crew turned for a few short moments, to cheers and laughter, at the power that had just been unleashed onto the Cylons.

Suddenly, Mister Hindri broke it up, by announcing some new data.

"Sirs! The second Basestar is now coming around... she's coming to bear on the Thunderstar... launching Raiders! Thunderstar coming about to starboard... she's launching fighters." he stated.

OMIRONIAN WARSHIP THUNDERSTAR

The dozens upon dozens of Starcat fighters came zooming towards the waiting swarm of vintage Cylon Raiders, as finally, both groups intermingled, mixing it up.

While the fighters and Raiders were fighting among each other, the massive and mighty Thunderstar moved forward, closer to the second Cylon Basestar.

COMMAND BRIDGE

High Admiral Ardala looked ahead towards the battle raging outside the windows, as he gave his next order...

"Officer of the Charge... fire TNO number two, if you please." he stated.

OMIRONIAN WARSHIP THUNDERSTAR

In space, the goliathan ship spat out another thermonuclear missile, which again, sailed straight for the second Basestar.

The missile smashed into the Basestar, and just as with the first Cylon ship, this one also exploded apart, in an utterly mammoth explosion, that totally decimated it.

THIRD CYLON BASESTAR

CONTROL ROOM

The large force of modern Centurions moved to stand right behind Cavil, as he looked up to D'Anna, as the gold Leader walked up to stand behind her, and deliver his report.

"Omironian warship has destroyed second Basestar. My Raider group is weathering heavy fire... we are incurring many losses... suggest withdrawal and regrouping." he stated, in his loud robotic voice, as D'Anna turned to face him.

"What! Withdrawal and regrouping? Are you telling me that you cannot fight this enemy? You, who led our forces to victory at Libran, and throughout the entire First War?" she said, angry.

The gold Leader's only reply, was his red scanner light, roving from left to right, with its whining sound.

With that, D'Anna turned back around, and gasped with shock at what she saw...

Cavil was now pointing a gun directly at her face.

"What the frak are you doing?" she asked.

"I'm sorry, Three..." he began, "But this was inevitable... I knew that your regiment of vintage Centurions and Raiders was a lost cause... now they have proven it... first, they destroy a DECOY, of what they thought was the scout ship from Urantia... their REAL target... and now, they cannot even combat the fighter craft from these Omiron people... we've already lost TWO entire Basestars to their warship!" he stated. "I'm sorry, Three... but it's time we cut our losses... beginning with you." he added, as he now turned to the modern Centurions behind him. "Exterminate!" he ordered.

Instantly, all the Centurions switched from hands to guns, and opened full fire, on D'Anna, and the gold Leader, as Cavil walked over to the lead Centurion, addressing it as it still fired.

"Given what we've seen here... I don't want to risk ANY more losses, until we have a good idea what we're dealing with... have ALL resurrection ships jump as far away from here as possible. Also, order your Raiders to open fire on the vintage forces... I want them wiped out." he added, as he now moved to leave the room.

As the modern Centurions ceased firing, the Basestar was rocked by a violent weapons hit, as lights began to flicker, and some consoles erupt into smoke and flame.

On the floor of the Control Room, D'Anna lay dying, as she turned to face the gold Leader, who was now laying on the floor, nothing more than smoldering wreckage.

"No." she cried out, as she reached out to touch his golden metal body with a blood-streaked arm.

D'Anna then looked up from the floor, to the open doorway, and grew a look of determination on her blood-spattered face.

OMIRON

In space, the vintage Raiders were under heavy fire from both Starcats and Vipers alike, as they finally began to fall back, and retreat.

However, as they raced towards the lone remaining Basestar, a swarm of modern Raiders came screaming towards them, and opened full fire on them, destroying almost all of the vintage models with the first pass.

THIRD CYLON BASESTAR

DOWNLOAD CHAMBER

A thin line of white light on the dark floor signaled that a doorway had been opened, and moments later, a bloody hand groped among the floor.

With a series of labored breaths and grunts of pain D'Anna pulled herself along, until she reached the edge of a download pool, which was dark.

She activated it, and the lights illuminated the pool of white slimy solution, where so many Cylons had been reborn.

The entire ship was again rocked violently, and this time, wall panels blew out, erupting with fire, as D'Anna pressed the sequence of buttons, to begin to reanimate a Cylon, from within the pool.

However, she did not have the strength to stay alive, and just as she completed the activation sequence, she fell to the floor, dead.

But she had done her job... a Cylon WAS inside the pool.

OMIRON

The dozens of vintage Raiders were now nothing more than wrecked hulks, as the groups of Starcats and Vipers raced towards the Basestar, just as the FTL flashring swept over the massive ship, vanishing it from view, as the Vipers and Starcats raced through the space the Basestar had just occupied.

THIRD CYLON BASESTAR

DOWNLOAD POOL

As D'Anna's lifeless and bloody hand hung over the edge of the pool, something could be seen, very faintly, inside the pool, under the thick and murky white solution...

A very faint red light... moving from side to side, and around that red light, the faintest hints of gold...

-END OF SEASON ONE-

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PREVIOUSLY, ON BATTLESTAR URANTIA...

Suddenly, the archer brought his bow and arrow up, and aimed it towards the heavens. This action caused the fog and clouds to suddenly disperse, drawing away from the potential line of fire with speed, revealing a stellar landscape... the vast expanse of space, dotted with brilliant white stars.

Finally, the archer released his arrow, and it shot up into the cosmic void, rising high into the darkness. The Commander kept track of the projectile, as it raced towards it's target, until finally, something happened...

Just as the Commander lost sight of the arrow, one star in particular became brilliantly illuminated, expanding outwards with brilliance, almost as if it had gone supernova.

- - -

"SIR!" the Senior Officer of the Watch called out. "Reading multiple contacts, Sir... Cylon! Two Base Ships, and about a hundred Raiders, inbound!"

The Commander and the XO looked to the DRADIS screen for confirmation, and indeed, there was a multitude of new Cylon contacts.

"What the frak... they've broken the armistice!" the XO called out, looking to Standish.

"Get us the hell out of the dock, and bring our weapons to bear on the nearest Base Ship... target the meeting point, between the two saucers!" Standish ordered.

"What saucers, Sir?" the Officer of the Watch relayed, as Standish looked to him, his face a mix of confusion, and shock.

- - -

In space, the mighty Celestia limped towards the massive Basestar, still under constant fire on all sides. Finally, the proud old Battlestar met its target, and the fore of the ship slammed into the hull of the Basestar, both ships beginning to break apart, just as the FTL wave washed over the Celestia.

However, since the Celestia and the Basestar were now one, the FTL wave engulfed the Cylon ship as well, and both ships vanished from the area.

- - -

Commander Standish now looked to his Officer of the Watch, and pointed to him.

"Okay... I want an open-ended FTL jump... I don't care where... just get us the frak outta here! And once you have a set of coordinates, send those to any of the ships neaby that have FTL!" he called out.

The man looked to the Commander with shock.

"Sir! An open-ended FTL jump is a very ris--" he began.

"I know what it is! But I prefer that to dying here, at the hands of the Cylons!" Standish spat back, as the man now went to work.

- - -

In space, the weapons tracers and flak continued to totally encase the Urantia, as hundreds of Raiders descended upon the ship, like flies upon a carcass, as at the same time, the contrails belonging to the twin nukes raced toward Urantia's hull.

JUST as the twin nukes were about to strike the hull of Urantia, the entire ship was consumed by the ring of light that was the FTL jump, and the missiles smashed into each other, producing a massive thermonuclear blast, that sent a shockwave outward, which wiped out almost all of the Raiders in the immediate area.

- - -

"That is what I need... I need a cool head, in a pressure situation... someone who can cut through all the yak-yak, and get the job done." Standish said, as he now produced a black box, and slid it over to her on the desk. "So... what I want to know now, is... D'Anna Biers... will you be my new XO?" he asked, as the woman reached for the box, and opened it up, regarding the sight of the XO's pips.

D'Anna looked to Standish, a look of shock and surprise on her face, as she smiled, taking the box, and holding it close to her.

"Yes... yes, Sir... I will. I'm honored. Thank you." she said.

- - -

Standish looked uncomfortable, as if he were trying to think about if this was a good idea or not. Finally, he decided to just spit it out.

"I've been having dreams... recurring dreams... and I'd like to know what they mean." he said.

"What kind of dreams?" Cavil asked.

- - -

"I have decided to make a course back to the Colonies, and once there, mount a new offensive against the Cylons, and send those frakking toaster bastards back to the hell from where they came!" he continued. "In the meantime, we will be on the lookout for worlds with new food, and water, and new renewable sources of energies and power, so that we may maintain our voyage in a timely fashion, without any prolonged diversions. Come what may, we will make it through this. We will persist. We will survive. And we will go on, and never back down to the Cylons!"

- - -

"This is Captain Tyvek Harrington, of the petrium processor Jaht Batahl, five months out of Emilon, to the ship identifying itself as the Battlestar Urantia... we are a private merchant ship, and mean no harm... repeat... we mean no harm... request permission to come alongside?"

- - -

Standish got up from his chair, and walked over to behind Grae, and placed one hand on her shoulder, and used the other hand to wipe the tears from her cheek, as she turned around to look up at him.

"You don't have to do this anymore." he began. "I am here for you, and this ship is your home now... you are with people who care about you." he said, as she stood up, and embraced him, burying her face in his arms, as she cried.

"I don't want to do this anymore." she said.

"I know." Standish replied.

Finally, after a long moment, Grae had let all her tears out, and slowly, Standish allowed her to withdraw, as she reached into her pocket for her knife, and once she found it, she produced it, and held it out for Standish to take.

"Here." she began. "I don't want this anymore." she said, as she wiped the last tears from her face with her free hand.

The Commander reached for the knife, and accepted it, looking at it, as he then folded the blade back into the casing, and placed it in his own pocket.

- - -

"Wait!" she said, as he turned to face her, as she walked up to him, extending her hand. "Eliza Winnow... that's my name." she said, smiling in an equally baiting way.

"Eliza Winnow..." Standish repeated.

- - -

The weapons of Urantia were sailing into the fray, slamming into one escaping Raider after the other, as now, many of the older Raiders were also fleeing, and jumping out, with FTL.

Medusa's Viper locked on to one old Raider, and she let loose on it, with both guns, scoring a direct hit on the starboard engine fan, which caused the Raider to veer off course, as it raced toward the flight deck of Urantia's port flight pod, allegedly on a collision course.

- - -

"So... this regiment of Centurions... somehow, not only jumped all this way from Libran... but also survived the loss of their IL... and their gold Leader?" he asked.

"Looks that way." she replied.

"No wonder they attacked our Raiders... they didn't know who we were... they missed the last 40-plus years." Cavil stated. "What's to become of the prisoner?" he added, looking up to D'Anna.

"I'm sure Standish will destroy it, when he's done with it." she lamented.

"We can't allow that to happen... that Centurion has knowledge of these Ruion people, and possibly of other stuff out here. I'm going to bring our Basestar back... I want the gold Leader put in charge of a recovery operation." he said. "Any problem with that?" he asked.

"Not at all..." D'Anna began, as she laid back into her couch, spreading her arm out, on the tops of the cushions. "By your command."

- - -

"They're human, alright." he stated, softly. "This is all they gave you?" he asked.

"Yes, Sir." Medusa began. "They call their colony... or world... Omiron. And according to them, they were the first of the original 13th Tribe separatists... they were the first to leave the 13th Tribe fleet, that was bound for Earth." she added.

"That means that they're the last of the lost human colonies we'll find out here?" D'Anna cautiously speculated.

"Could be." Standish added. "That would explain their higher level of technology, compared to the people from Emilon and Ruion. They've simply had more time to get established." he added.

- - -

In space, the massive Thunderstar sat in orbit of Omiron, facing the three Cylon attackers, and Urantia, as the two Cylon ships spat out another volley of missiles towards Urantia.

Just then, the Thunderstar launched a missile... ONE missile, that flew screaming, towards the first Cylon Basestar.

The ONE missile suddenly struck the Basestar, slamming into the ship with furious force, as an utterly massive flash of hot white light erupted from the center of the Basestar, and the entire ship blew apart violently, sending debris zooming out from a gargantuan explosion of fire, that seemed to expand without end.

- - -

As D'Anna's lifeless and bloody hand hung over the edge of the pool, something could be seen, very faintly, inside the pool, under the thick and murky white solution...

A very faint red light... moving from side to side, and around that red light, the faintest hints of gold...

- - -



AND NOW... SEASON 2...



TWO YEARS LATER




THE GODHEAD NEBULA

The bright stellar cluster of brilliant white and blue stars illuminated the upper right corner of the vast bluish-green nebula, as very slowly, a gargantuan form sailed into view, blocking the view of the stellar cluster.

Seconds later, a massive flight pod entered into view, and in front of it, a CAP of Colonial Vipers, along with Omironian Starcats.

After a few moments of the Thunderstar sailing by, the Battlestar Urantia followed, until she herself, also cleared the view, and a second massive form crept into view... another mighty warship from Omiron... the Starfreeze. The goliathan vessel sailed slowly by, until the rest of Urantia's ragtag fleet followed, trailing the three lead military ships.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The mighty ship sailed between the two warships from Omiron, as a second Viper CAP formation flew by the ship.

Inside the proud old Battlestar, Commander Standish walked down one of the many corridors of the ship, his footsteps echoing throughout the hallway.

The ship was much more vacant now... or at least, it seemed that way to Standish. For two years, there had been no new contact with the Cylons. Perhaps the encounter with the Thunderstar had scared them to the point of no return? No. It could not be that simple... he could not make himself believe that. They had to be out there... waiting. Waiting for the right moment to strike again.

Standish paused, and looked ahead down the corridor, sighing. He took off his glasses, and brought them to his mouth, and exhaled, the space between his upper lip and nose sporting a full mustache that he had grown over the last two years.

He brought his glasses down to his waist, and produced a cloth, proceeding to clean his glasses, before again bringing them to his face, and returning them to their position.

He began to again walk through the hallway, until he heard another set of footsteps, running to catch up with him. He paused, turning to face the source of the footsteps, and saw D'Anna, running to him, as she met up with him, handing him some papers, which he took.

He looked at her for a moment, taking in the sight of her face, and her hair, which was now a sexy amber red-orange color. She had had that hair color for over six months now, having found it met with Standish's approval, after she decided to try the new color.

"Anything new?" he asked, looking over the papers in his hand.

"Not as interesting as Cylons, I'm afraid." she began. "Just some routine housekeeping." she added.

"Indeed." Standish replied. "To the CIC, then?" he asked.

"After you, Commander." she said, gesturing for him to precede her, as the two people again resumed walking through the corridor.

TO BE CONTINUED...
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CONTINUED...

OLYMPIA FLEET SHIPYARDS - CAPRICA - 5 YEARS AGO

A lone Raptor made its way from the berth where the Battlestar Urantia was docked, to a small complex of offices, at the heart of the shipyard structure.

FLAG OFFICER'S READY-ROOM

Commander Tyler Standish stood at attention, a solemn and serious look on his face, as he faced his superior officer.

"I'm sorry, Commander... but at this time, I'm afraid I can't grant your request for a personal leave of absence." the woman's voice stated.

"May I ask why, Admiral?" Standish began. "I put in my request over a year ago."

Admiral Cain looked up from the papers she was shuffling on her desk, looking Standish right in the eyes.

"Indeed you did, Commander. And I'm sorry... but right now, Fleet Command needs Urantia where she is about to be sent... the Picon System. The recent increase in pirate raids has the natives restless." she offered.

"Admiral Cain..." Standish began. "I'm more than aware of the recent pirate activity... it hardly requires the attention of an entire Battlestar group... if it was the Cylons..." he offered.

"Commander Standish." Cain interrupted, firmly. "I'm sorry... but you have your orders. That will be all. Dismissed." she said, looking right at him, her look serious, and no-nonsense.

There was no more Tyler Standish could do, except stand straight, and offer a firm salute to his Admiral, as after a moment, he began to bring his hand down, to end the salute.

*SLAP!*

STANDISH RESIDENCE, AERILON - 5 YEARS AGO

Tyler Standish felt the sting of the flesh of his wife's hand, as it struck his face. He turned, looking to her with angry eyes.

"What the frak do you mean, she said no?" Tina Standish shouted at him. "Did you even bother to tell her that you requested this over a year ago?" she added.

"Of course I did!" he shot back. "It makes no difference... she's an Admiral. I'm a Commander. I have my orders to follow." he said.

Tina nodded her head, angry with what he was saying.

"Oh... well, maybe that's the problem, isn't it? Maybe, if you asserted yourself more aggressively, from time to time, YOU'D be the Admiral... the dominant one... the one making all the calls... you know... like a MAN?" she threw in, for emphasis, as she walked over to the corner table, and poured herself a glass of ambrosia.

That was all Tyler could take... he was sick of arguing with this frakking woman. Fine... she wanted it rough... she'd get it rough.

As she began to lift the glass to her mouth, Standish's hand locked onto her wrist, with mighty strength, and she looked to him.

"You frakking want me to assert myself aggressively?" he said to her, his voice laced with anger, as he shoved her against the wall, which she hit hard, and with a quick movement, shoved both of her arms over hear head, spread out, causing her to drop the glass of ambrosia, which fell to the floor, shattering, as she looked to him, her breathing deep and hard, her passions now excited.

Standish brought his face to hers, looking her in her wild eyes.

"That's more like it... that's how a man takes control." she spat.

"Shut the frak up." Tyler shot back, as he grabbed her forcefully by the waist, and spun her around, so that she was facing the wall, as he shoved her body against the wall, pressing his weight onto her, as he kicked her legs apart, as she turned her head to the side, her face wearing a look of lust, as she began to lose herself to the forceful advances of her husband, as he began to buck into her.

*BUZZ!*

The sound of the alarm sounding awoke Tyler Standish, as in the pitch dark, he groped on the nightstand for the clock, and finally managed to press the snooze button, and also activate the light, which turned on, illuminating the room.

He was in bed. But he was not on Aerilon. He was in his cabin... on Urantia.

He looked to his side, to find D'Anna sleeping next to him, her body half exposed, by the movement of the sheets, during the night's activity.

Groggily, he wiped the sleep from his eyes, and got up in bed, looking to the nightstand, and reaching for his glasses, placing them back upon his face, as he looked around, sighing, before getting up to get dressed.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The proud Battlestar led the ragtag fleet through the vast expanse of the Godhead Nebula, along with the two massive Omironian warships.

CIC

The deck crew all looked to the door, as Standish entered the room.

"Commander on deck!" Hindri called out, as everyone stopped, and stood at attention.

"As you were." he said, as he walked to Hindri's station. "Well... what have we this morning?" he asked, as Hindri slapped a big handful of papers in Standish's waiting hand.

"A lot of housekeeping duty." Hindri began. "Also, a request from the Captain of the Itania Express, to re-position his ship between the two Pan-Galactic flights." he added.

Standish grimaced slightly, looking back to Hindri, from the papers.

"What else?" he asked.

"Medusa is about to lead another joint training exercise... she's taking the Thunderstar's CAG out in one of our Vipers... getting him used to our systems." Hindri offered.

"What's his name again?" Standish asked.

"Benassi, Sir... Jareth Benassi." Hindri replied.

"Ah, yes... Benassi..." Standish said. "I don't like him. He's a hotshot... he's too impulsive... too cocky... and he's a bad influence on Medusa... I've seen the two of them together." he added. "When are they starting?"

"Actually... right now." Hindri stated, as Standish walked over to the command table, and began to look up to the DRADIS monitors.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

Two Mk. II Vipers shot out of the launch tubes, and raced out into open space, their thrusters firing, to speed them along.

BSG URANTIA VIPER #5 (Mk. II)

Grae looked out the cockpit windows, as the Viper Jareth was in lowered into position in front of hers, moving to the left, and slowing, as she pulled alongside.

"Okay, Medusa... what now? This old bucket feels ancient, compared to my Starcat." Jareth said, over the radio.

"I don't care." Grae shot back. "Like it or not... you have to get used to her... the Cylons can and will shut down anything with automated avionics... we had no choice, but to use our old Mk. II's." she offered.

"Fine, fine..." Jareth lamented. "At least let me try and get a feel for her, before we try anything textbook, okay?" he added, as before Grae could reply, she saw him break away, and veer up and to the left, with the Viper.

"Benassi... come back! I haven't given you permission to break formation!" she called out, into the radio.

"Whooo! This bird is maneuverable!" Jareth called out, over the comm.

BSG URANTIA VIPER #11 (Mk. II)

Jareth's Viper did a series of hard rolls, as it came about, and shot towards Grae's Viper.

As it flew towards Grae's plane, Jareth executed a hard roll, that made his Viper appear to be upside down, in relation to Grae's plane.

"Stay where you are, Medusa... I'm gonna blow you a kiss, as I pass." he said, over radio, as his Viper shot towards Grae's Viper.

Just then, he pulled down slightly, causing his Viper to get so close to Grae's, that it should have ALMOST touched hers... but it didn't...

Instead, it DID touch the underside of her Viper, and did some damage to the underside, causing her plane to reel off course, along with Jareth's Viper.

BSG URANTIA VIPER #5 (Mk. II)

In the cockpit, alarms were blaring, as Grae struggled to regain attitude control of her plane.

As she fought with the controls, she managed to sneak a fast glance out the windows, to see Jareth's Viper also reeling out of control.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

OBSERVATION DECK

It was "night" now, and many hours had passed, since the Viper exercise that had gone awry. Commander Standish had heard about what happened, but had been at meetings with fleet ship Captains all day, and had not yet had time to see Grae, or confront Jareth about what happened.

But the Commander was free now.

He had heard that both people were in the Observation area, and he went there as well.

People glanced to the doors to the room, as Standish walked in, looking around for Jareth. Finally, he found him... sitting right next to Grae, at the bar. The two of them were laughing and drinking.

Jareth set his now-empty glass down on the bar, as Standish walked up right behind him.

"Mister Benassi... we need to talk." Standish said, calmly.

"In a bit, Sir... I'm off-duty now." he replied, not even looking to Standish.

This pushed Tyler over the edge, and with a snarled grimace, he quickly pulled Jareth off his bar stool, and shoved him onto the ground, as Grae jumped off her seat, and stood back.

As Jareth began to get up, Standish picked him up from his uniform chest, and punched him... HARD, sending him back to the ground.

"Commander!" Grae called out, reaching for him, to hold him back, as Standish landed yet another punch on Jareth's face.

"Hotshot motherfrakker! I don't know how the FRAK you ever earned wings... but I'll be damned, if you're gonna frak with MY planes, and MY pilots!" Standish shouted out at Jareth. "Get the frak up!" he shouted, Jareth got up, wiping his hand across his bloodied face.

Standish pushed Jareth hard against the bar, and leaned into him, placing his left arm over Jareth's neck, in a chokehold.

"Commander!" Grae cried out, pleading for Tyler to stop.

"Stay out of this, Medusa!" Standish shouted out, returning his focus to Jareth. "I don't like you, Mister Benassi... and I don't like you hanging around my CAG. If you EVER do ANYTHING that hurts her, one of my pilots, or damages one of my planes... I swear to the Gods, I will kill you. Do you understand me? DO YOU?" Standish shouted, right in his face.

All Jareth could do was nod, forcing a gulp down his throat.

"You better." Standish began, as he added more pressure to Jareth's throat. "And, by the way... the next time a superior officer demands your attention... you give it to them! You better shape the frak up, Mister Benassi. Now get the frak off of my ship!" he spat, finally releasing Jareth, who wasted no time in running out of the room.

Standish then looked to Grae, who looked back at him. Standish looked away from her, shaking his head, as he began to leave the room.

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CONTINUED...

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The Battlestar led the fleet along, as it sailed between the two massive Omironian warships, which almost seemed to tower over the Battlestar.

COMMANDER STANDISH'S CABIN

The Commander sat at his desk, in the wee hours of the night, having been unable to sleep, as he wrote an entry into his logbook. An almost empty glass of ambrosia sat beside the book.

He heard the door to his cabin open, and looked up with his eyes only, as Medusa walked in, ending up standing in front of his desk, while he continued writing.

"Hello, Medusa." he said, softly.

"Permission to speak freely, Sir?" she asked, as he still did not take his eyes off the book.

"That's never been one of your problems." Standish began. "But granted." he said.

"You motherfrakker!" Grae spat out, as now Standish lifted his head to her, taking his glasses off. "How could you do that to Jareth? What happened was an accident!" she protested.

Standish threw his pen down, as he rose from his seat, walking over to meet Grae.

"An accident that could have gotten you... both of you, killed!" he began. "And I could do it, because I'm the Commander of this ship, and of this fleet... the lives and safety of everyone here, are MY responsibility... I'm not gonna let some hotshot frakker endanger anything, or anyone!" he spat, softly, but forcefully. "And let me tell you... you better start using better judgement with that man... if you cannot, I'll have to consider reviewing new candidates for the position of CAG." he added, looking right into her eyes, serious.

"You wouldn't..." Grae said.

"Try me." Standish replied, as she looked into his eyes, and saw he meant it.

With that, she could do nothing, but say what she was about to say...

"I'll do my job, Sir." she offered.

"See that you do." Standish returned, as Grae now turned around to leave.

As she turned, Standish caught a glimpse of a tattoo on Grae's arm, and he grabbed her arm, pulling her back to him.

"What the frak is this?" he asked.

"What?" she asked.

"You're tattooing yourself now? You know this can never come off." Standish said. "Doesn't Benassi have one just like it... the other half of the design?" he added.

"What of it? You're not my father." she shot back, pulling her arm out of the Commander's grasp.

"No, but that's what you need right now... someone to give you a good hard kick in the ass, for your own good." Standish began. "Choose the right, Grae... choose the right, before you make a bad decision... a costly one." he added.

She looked at him for a long moment, his eyes drilling into her own like lasers, and his serious face staring her down. Finally, she just half-nodded, and left, leaving him to look after her.

OMIRONIAN WARSHIP THUNDERSTAR

The massive warship loomed over Urantia, which sailed alongside her.

READY-ROOM OF HIGH ADMIRAL ARDALA

Jareth Benassi sat in a chair in the High Admiral's office, as High Admiral Ardala walked around the man, hands behind his back, as Commander Standish stood in the corner, facing both of them.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Ardala shouted at Benassi, who sat straight, a serious look on his face. "Not only did you willingly disobey an order from Urantia's CAG... not only did you almost get said CAG killed, and almost destroyed one of Urantia's Vipers... but you refused to acknowledge the authority of Urantia's commanding officer!" Ardala said, now thrusting his face mere microns from Jareth's. "You tell me, right now... why I shouldn't strip you of your wings, and have you scrubbing the hangar decks with a toothbrush, for the rest of the voyage!" he shouted, as Standish still stood straight, in the corner, watching Ardala work.

"Sir, I... I'm sorry, Sir... there is no excuse, Sir. I was stupid... made a mistake... a bad judgement call..." Jareth stuttered.

"You're Godsdamned right, you did!" Ardala snapped back, right in Jareth's face, as he then lifted his head, looking to Standish, who looked back at him, not saying a word, as Ardala returned his focus to Jareth, pointing at him, in warning. "Lucky for you, Mister Benassi, Commander Standish is a very reasonable man... we talked it over, and for now, at least... you're going to keep your wings and your position as CAP... Commander Standish says he needs all the senior pilots he can get, in this fleet. But let me tell you... if you make ONE more bad call... ANY bad call... you're through... and if you EVER hurt one of Urantia's people, or damage or destroy any of her planes... I will kill you... not Standish." he said, as Jareth just half-nodded to him, sweat beading on his face. "DISMISSED!" Ardala finished, watching, as Jareth rose from his seat, saluting Ardala, and then turning to salute Standish, before leaving the room.

The two men waited until the door had been shut, and Ardala walked over to Standish.

"Again, I apologize, Commander... the fact that one of MY men caused this... I'm so sorry." he offered.

"It's okay." Standish offered, now stepping out from the corner. "It's not just his fault... times are lax... people have gotten used to life without the Cylons for two years... they've grown to complacent... to comfortable." he said.

"Nevertheless..." Ardala began, now opening a cabinet door over his head, adjoined to a unit on the wall. He reached in, and pulled out a bottle of a amber-colored liquid. "I feel responsible... and I'd like to offer you a token of my sincerity." he said, now handing the bottle to Standish, who accepted it, regarding the look of the liquid inside.

Standish opened the bottle, and cautiously smelled the contents.

"Smells like ambrosia." he said.

"But it's not, of course..." Ardala began. "We call it brandy." he added. "And it's yours. Enjoy." he offered, as Standish cradled the drink in his arm, shaking Ardala's hand with the other.

"Thank you." he began. "Now, if you'll excuse me... I have to get back to my ship... one of our Raptors is due to return... they were scouting the sector ahead of us... I'm looking forward to their report." he said.

"Of course, Commander... good day." Ardala added, as the two men saluted, and Standish walked away, out of the room, as Ardala watched him leave.

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CONTINUED...

URANTIA RAPTOR

The small recon craft sped towards Urantia's port flight pod, slowing, as it disappeared behind the outer hull, into the interior of the massive bay.

PORT FLIGHT POD

Commander Standish hurried down the steps to the flight deck, as the Raptor's hatch opened, allowing the crew to step out, as Standish made his way to meet them.

"Well? What've we got?" he called out, as the first Specialist jumped down on the deck, in front of the Commander, and saluted him.

"Commander Standish... it's true, Sir... we found a planet... or at least, what looks like a planet... on the far side of the nebula." the man said.

"What do you mean "looks like a planet"?" Standish asked, as now the second Specialist, a female, also jumped down onto the deck, also saluting, after dropping her gear back on the deck.

"It's true, Sir." she offered. "That region of the nebula is riddled with interference that made our DRADIS almost totally useless... but we DID see a large celestial body... it had to be a planet." she added.

"Sir," the man chimed in. "We need to go back there, for further recon... I suggest maybe the Scoutstar?" he added.

Standish appeared lost in thought for a long moment, as he pondered the situation. Finally, he looked back to the two Specialists.

"I'll have the Scoustar lead another Raptor team... three Raptors. The Thunderstar will go with you, to make sure there are no surprises." he began. "I'll inform the CAG, and contact the Thunderstar." he added, as the two people again saluted him, as Standish returned the gesture, dismissing both people, who picked up their gear and walked away.

OMIRONIAN WARSHIP THUNDERSTAR

The massive warship loomed over Urantia, which sailed alongside her.

READY-ROOM OF HIGH ADMIRAL ARDALA

High Admiral Ardala's hands spread a large spatial map out over the desk. The map was a collage of images... some DRADIS readings, some recon photos from the Raptor, and other parts just a star map for that region.

"Where did you say it was, again?" Ardala asked, turning to Standish, who moved closer, and pointed to a point on the map.

"Here." Standish began. "My Raptor crew said it looked like it could well be a planet. If that's the possibility... we have to investigate... it could be a source of water, food, or even more tylium." he added. "Unfortunately, our DRADIS is near inoperative in that area, from interference from the nebula. I've assigned my CAG to take the Scoutstar, along with three of our Raptors, and do further recon. But I want your ship to go with them... make sure no problems or surprises arise. With DRADIS not reliable... they won't have time to target quickly enough, if they come under heavy fire." he added.

Ardala looked at the map, regarding the spot Standish had indicated.

"It... could well be a planet..." he began, softly, as he then gestured for one of the Marines to come to him.

The Marine walked to Ardala, as the High Admiral looked to Standish.

"May I, Commander?" he asked, rolling up the map, and handing it to the Marine.

"By all means." Standish replied. "I have copies."

"Here." Ardala began, addressing the Marine. "Take these to Control... tell them to launch a recon bird, and to make a jump to these coordinates... have them inform us, if they experience any problems with their RADEX." he stated, as the Marine nodded, leaving to carry out his orders, leaving Ardala and Standish alone in the room.

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CONTINUED...

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The Battlestar led the fleet along, as it sailed between the two massive Omironian warships, which almost seemed to tower over the Battlestar.

XO'S CABIN

D'Anna handed a glass of water to Cavil, who took it, as she sat back down across from him in her sofa, facing him.

"It's confirmed." she began. "Standish is going to send another team out, do do further recon." she said.

"Hmmm." Cavil began. "How much do you think they'll find?" he asked.

"Hard to say." she offered. "Maybe nothing... maybe almost everything. But that's not what you should be worried about... he's sending the Thunderstar out there with them." she added.

This got Cavil's attention, and he looked to her, a sobered look in his face, as he swirled the glass of water around in his hand.

"We have to do something." D'Anna offered.

"With that giant of a warship out there... it'll cost us... dearly." Cavil returned, shaking his head once, as he realized the grim reality.

"No." D'Anna cut in. "No Basestar. Send a couple of the Seekers out... have them do some fast flybys of the Thunderstar... let's get a good look at her... hit-and-runs... quick FTL jumps in and out, taking as many pictures and scans as they can, before they're noticed. Just like we did before, with Urantia." she offered.

Cavil downed the last of his water, and placed the glass back on the table, as he answered.

"That'll be fine... for now. But IF we have to call in a Basestar... what then?" he said, leaning towards her, for emphasis. "Three, we have NO resurrection ships nearby. Any Cylons that die out here... that's it. We lost an entire three Basestars at Omiron last year... I'm not gonna lose another three of them here... not again!" he stated.

D'Anna got up, as Cavil looked up to her, watching as she began to walk around her sofa, before again facing him.

"Fine." she offered. "We do nothing now... wait until the new recon team makes its jump. When the Thunderstar has been separated from the Starfreeze and Urantia... then we send in the Seekers... have them take their scans, and come back home. From there, we can begin to formulate a more cohesive plan." she said.

Cavil looked to her, finally nodding his silent approval at her plan, as the two pondered the situation in silence.

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CONTINUED...

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The proud Battlestar sailed along through the nebula, continuing to lead its fleet along.

COMMANDER STANDISH'S CABIN

The Commander again sat at his desk, late at "night", as he finished writing his reports and log entries, a glass beside him, which sat beside the bottle of brandy that High Admiral Ardala had given him.

As Standish began to write the last sentence in one of his logbooks, his eyes began to finally feel the stress of the day's work, and he began to slowly close his eyes, leaning back in his chair, as he drifted off to sleep.

THE FLEET

Continued on course through the nebula, as Vipers and Starcats flew CAP alongside the various ships.

EMILONIAN TRANSPORT SHIP - SEPIA MOON

The small yellow-ochre colored ship sailed along in place, in the middle of the Emilon fleet.

Inside the ship, a young woman, a brunette, walked through a narrow corridor, which was lined with other pilgrim women from Emilon, most of which were folding clothes, or packing them up, to take them back to their cabins.

The woman worked her way through the crowd, until she spotted her target... a particular redhead.

"Eliza!" she called out, finally able to walk to her friend unobstructed, as the two met.

"Sariah." Eliza began, folding her clothes, and placing them in a large basket. "What are you so happy about?" she asked, looking to Sariah, who was wearing a big smile.

"We did it!" she said, jumping up and down. "I'm with child again! Our second!" she added.

"Nice. Congratulations." Eliza offered, smiling politely at her friend. "Which husband is the father?" she asked.

"Jebra... I'm almost certain it's Jebra." Sariah replied.

"He's the tall one... with the long beard... strong build." Eliza offered, seeing if she remembered correctly.

"He is." Sariah answered, smiling, as she looked Eliza in the face. "I don't know why you're waiting, Eliza... the number of available men on this ship is going down each month... you should get married, as soon as possible... start a family!" she offered.

"I don't want anyone on this ship... I know who I want... who my heart likes." Eliza replied, looking into her friend's eyes.

Sariah placed her hands on Eliza's shoulders, as she looked into her eyes, her face close to Eliza's.

"I know, baby... but that man is taken... Commander Standish belongs to another." she offered.

"That's just the thing." Eliza began, looking to her friend. "I don't think he really does. The whole way Urantia's XO spoke to me... she wasn't threatening me, in the same way a woman who is truly in love would... there was anger behind her voice... real and deep anger... like she just wanted me out of the way." she said.

"Eliza... come on, now... it's been over two years. why hasn't Tyler contacted you? Why has he not come on board?" Sariah shot back.

"I think he wants to." Eliza said, as Sariah shot her a very skeptical look, which Eliza picked up on. "Really, I do." she added. "Trust me... you never met that woman... Urantia's XO... there's something dark in her, I can feel it. I'm sure she's very controlling... controlling, or possessive. She probably keeps him on a short leash, romantically. From what I saw of her, she's very aggressive." she stated.

Sariah offered Eliza a sympathetic look.

"Well... I admire your conviction, to hold out hope... but remember, Eliza... your clock is ticking... if you want a family... better start soon." she added, as she turned to leave, walking away, leaving Eliza to look after her, pondering the conversation she had just had.

Finally, Eliza bent down to pick up her basket, and lifted it up to her chest, as she turned around, walking through the hall in the opposite direction, headed back to her cabin.

THE GODHEAD NEBULA

The sea of thick gray "clouds" of gas in the nebula did a very good job of almost totally obscuring the planet that Urantia's initial Raptor survey team had found. The very top of the planet's upper hemisphere could be seen, behind the cloud layer, peeking out.

Suddenly, the tranquility of the scene was broken, by a series of five bright flashes of light, from out of view.

Seconds later, the Scoutstar entered into view, followed by three Raptors. Those ships were then followed by a gargantuan ship that began to enter into view, eclipsing everything as it passed... the Thunderstar.

OMIRONIAN WARSHIP THUNDERSTAR

COMMAND BRIDGE

High Admiral Ardala watched the Scoutstar and the three Raptors through the large windows of the Command Bridge, as the small crafts began to fire their thrusters, to attain their positions.

Suddenly, Ardala looked up above the window, to the RADEX box, to see the RADEX telemetry beginning to fritz about... the interference from the nebula was beginning to affect it.

He turned to face his Operations Officer, walking back to the command table.

"Sir... nebula interference is affecting RADEX scans... we cannot effectively scan anything beyond two hundred meters from the hull." the man stated. "Medusa and the Raptor crews are now reporting similar difficulties with their DRADIS." he added, as Ardala turned to again face the windows.

"Well... let's hope that they can manage... I don't like the looks of this place." he began, very softly, almost whispering to himself.

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CONTINUED...

URANTIA SCOUTING PARTY

The Scoutstar flew through the thick layers of nebula "clouds" that filled the region, as behind it, the three Raptors followed.

SCOUTSTAR COCKPIT

Through the cockpit windows, Grae looked on, as the layers of nebula gasses swept over and past her plane, until the visibility began to improve.

Suddenly, it was over, and she flew through the last of the surrounding gas layer, and the clarity of open space was revealed, along with the planet that the Raptor crew had found on DRADIS.

Grae turned to her left, to fully take in the sight of the world ahead of her.

It was a Caprica-sized world, maybe a bit smaller, with blue and white being the dominant colors. But this was not like Caprica... there were no large areas of green, denoting lush vegetation. Only dull and gray barren rock seemed to fill the continental landscape.

It looked like a sparse and very cold planet... one that would prove very difficult for any humans to live upon.

OMIRONIAN WARSHIP THUNDERSTAR

COMMAND BRIDGE

High Admiral Ardala looked up to the RADEX box, and towards the forward windows, as he listened in to Medusa's transmissions, along with the rest of his command crew.

"It's a big enough planet for life..." Grae began, in the intercom. "It's got oceans, rivers, canyons... but I'm not seeing any large areas of vegetation... no forests. Looks like mostly rock and water... most of the latter being ice." she stated. "I don't think anybody would want to make a home here." she added. "I'm going to go in a bit closer, and take some -- FRAK!" Grae shouted, as all of a sudden, a loud *THUD!* could be heard over the radio.

"Medusa... report!" Ardala called out.

SCOUSTAR COCKPIT

Medusa looked over her left shoulder, towards the rear of the plane, as she delivered her report.

"Thunderstar Control, this is Medusa... my plane was just hit by something." she began, as she now looked upwards, to her right, her eyes following a large chunk of dark metal, that was now flying off into space. "Looks like a chunk of metal debris." she added.

OMIRONIAN WARSHIP THUNDERSTAR

COMMAND BRIDGE

"What?" Ardala called out. "That shouldn't be... nobody else is out here... and certainly nobody from the Kobol fleet settled down here." he added.

SCOUSTAR COCKPIT

Grae worked her instruments, while she replied to Ardala.

"Thunderstar, I'm going to adjust course, and investigate. Raptors One and Two, you're with me... Raptor Three... assume high planetary orbit, and begin surface mapping." she called out.

OMIRONIAN WARSHIP THUNDERSTAR

COMMAND BRIDGE

"Copy that, Medusa... proceed with caution. If you have any problems, just let us know." Ardala stated.

SCOUTSTAR

The small craft flew along, leading the other two Raptors behind it, until the space around them began to become increasingly littered with a feild of debris... some chunks very small, others, massive.

URANTIA RAPTOR ONE

The small craft drifted close to a very small metal box... a mechanic's toolbox, that was adrift, among the other debris. Upon sighting the box, the Raptor's powerful searchlight burst into full illumination, highlighting the box. The Raptor fired sequential thruster bursts, to match speed with the small object, as it began to drift past the front canopy window.

RAPTOR COCKPIT

The pilots and SAR crew looked on, as the small metal box slowly sailed by the window, as the high-intensity light revealed a set of markings on the box...

"CPO Orwin Talmon, Avionics Maintenance - BSG Pegasus - BSG-62"

The entire Raptor crew wore a look of shocked surprise, as they watched the box sail by, their mouths open in disbelief. Finally, the Pilot spoke to one of the men standing behind her.

"I think Commander Standish will want to see this." she said, as the other man subtly nodded, still looking out at the box.

URANTIA RAPTOR ONE

The small toolbox now continued sailing onward into space, as it rose higher above and further past the Raptor, until the small box eclipsed the vew of the Raptor, turning about slowly, as it drifted about in zero-g, until the text on the side of the box again filled the entire view.

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CONTINUED...

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The Battlestar now sat in orbit of the newly discovered planet, along with the rest of her fleet, and the two warships from Omiron.

CIC

A pile of recon photos was set down onto the command table, as Commander Standish regarded the sight of them.

The first photo was a closeup shot... a section of a Battlestar's port flight pod... and the letters "ASUS" could be made out on it.

Standish picked up the photo, holding it to the light, examining it.

"It has to be Pegasus, Sir." Grae said, from behind Standish. "Given that we also found some personal artifacts from that ship... we have to assume it's her... that Pegasus was destroyed here." she added.

"Hmmm." Standish whispered, handing the photo to D'Anna, turning to Grae. "How much did you find out there?" he asked.

"A lot, Sir... from what we can tell as it is... it must have been one helluva bang... whatever destroyed Pegasus did a good job of it... that was the biggest chunk we could find. What's more... so far, we have been able to positively identify debris from at least two Cylon Basestars... possibly a third." she added.

Standish pondered her words, as his brow furrowed in frustration, trying to fit the pieces together...

"I can't fathom... what Pegasus was doing, so far out here... so far from the Colonies." he said.

"What if..." Grae began, then paused, having second thoughts, as Standish looked to her, with interest.

"What is it, Medusa?" he asked.

"Well, I was just thinking... it's a jump, but, what if... what if when the Cylons attacked the Colonies, Admiral Cain did what you did, Sir... what if she also ordered a blind FTL jump, to escape?" she asked.

This really made Standish think, as he slowly walked around the command table, thinking it over, in his mind. Finally, he stopped, and turned to face Grae and D'Anna.

"It's possible..." he began. "But Pegasus was one of our most powerful warships... if she was forced to jump away... it must have taken something really bad. And I know Admiral Cain... she is many things, but a coward... that she is not. She would not have left, unless all hope was lost." he lamented.

"So... what... Pegasus jumps away from the Colonies, to what... end up here, where she meets her doom?" D'Anna chimed in.

"Ironic, isn't it?" Grae began. "I mean, she jumps out to avoid destruction from the Cylons, only to end up here, where she meets that very fate." she said.

Standish now stood straight, facing Grae.

"This is all fine and well, but it's also nothing but rumor and conjecture... we need facts... cold, hard, facts." he began. "For all we know, Pegasus's FTL core went critical... an explosion like that would also totally destroy a Battlestar. I want you to lead another set of SAR teams... take all our Raptors... do whatever you can possibly do, to find me Pegasus's data recorder... everything else is secondary... I want that data recorder!" he stated, firmly.

Grae nodded, as she saluted him, before turning to leave CIC, leaving him and D'Anna alone, facing each other.

"Nothing from the planet yet?" Standish asked her.

"Not yet, Sir... the planetary survey teams won't be back for another four hours." she replied.

Standish looked to the table, nodding in silent resignation, as he then looked back up to D'Anna, the two of them looking each other in the eyes, for a long series of silent moments.


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CONTINUED...

URANTIA RAPTOR

The lone Raptor's engines spat a cone of blue and yellow flame out, as the ship made a fast run from the upper atmosphere of the planet, to Urantia, as it drew closer to the port flight pod.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

CIC

A magnifying glass worked its way over a large recon photograph of a patch of land on the planet's northern equatorial region, revealing rows of short light-colored squares.

The magnifying glass was lifted back up, revealing Commander Standish, as he handed the glass to D'Anna, as he took a deep breath, before exhaling just as deeply, looking to Grae.

"Well?" she asked him.

"It could be... it's hard to tell from those." he offered.

"Sir..." she began. "Those ARE tents... it's a tent city... a HUMAN settlement! There might be survivors of the Pegasus here!" she added.

Standish looked to her, his eyes serious, his face understanding, but cautious.

"Whatever destroyed Pegasus could also still be here." he shot back, as he turned to face D'Anna.

He was about to say something to his XO, when Mister Hindri interrupted him, causing Standish to turn to face him.

"Sir! Raptor Five is reporting in... they just got back on board... and they say they have Pegasus's data recorder!" he called out, enthused.

"Finally..." Standish said, as he quickly turned, and began walking out the room. "Maybe now, we'll get some answers." he added, mostly to himself.

OMIRONIAN WARSHIP STARFREEZE

The massive twin of the Thuderstar sat in orbit of the planet, looming over the last of the ragtag fleet ships.

COMMAND BRIDGE

In the control room of the behemoth warship, the Captain stood at the command table, arms folded behind his back, as he looked out the windows, to the fleet ahead of him.

The tranquility of the moment was broken, by a set of bleeps from the RADEX box, above the forward windows.

"Sir! RADEX adhesion! Two... no... three... no... two, contacts!" the Officer of the Charge called out.

OMIRONIAN WARSHIP STARFREEZE

In space, the massive ship continued to slowly drift along, as nearby, a set of three small FTL flashes was seen, spitting out three Cylon Seeker craft.

The three Seekers did a fast flyby, before again jumping away.

COMMAND BRIDGE

"Captain Danes... they're gone! They jumped away! Reading... no... strike that... they're back! Bearing two one..." the Charge Officer called out, as Danes looked to the RADEX box with confusion.

"Dispersion fire... let them know they're not welcome." Danes ordered.

OMIRONIAN WARSHIP STARFREEZE

The Cylon Seekers again zipped past the ship, just as the mighty guns of the Starfreeze opened up, lighting the sky with bullet tracers, which dotted the sky in numbers that rivaled the amount of stars.

The Seekers again jumped away, only to jump back again, this time, near the front of the ship.

This time, the three Seekers held position, as Starfreeze's guns fired, as finally, the middle Seeker jumped out, just as the weapons from Starfreeze blew right through the space the Seeker had just been.

Finally, the other two Seekers began to angle off, and as they moved away, the FTL flashring swept over them, vanishing them from sight.

OMIRONIAN WARSHIP STARFREEZE

COMMAND BRIDGE

The crew and Captain Danes looked on, as the three blips vanished for good from the RADEX display, which stayed vacant for a good few long seconds.

Finally, Danes looked down, then up again, and gave his order.

"Cease fire... go to condition green." he said. "Put me through to Urantia Actual." he added.

TO BE CONTINUED...
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CONTINUED...

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The Battlestar now sat in orbit of the newly discovered planet, along with the massive Omironian warship Starfreeze, and the rest of the fleet.

CIC

Captain Danes stood at attention behind Commander Standish and D'Anna, as Standish held a recon photo up to the light, as he studied it, before bringing it down to chest-level again, turning to Danes.

"It's one of their new recon birds, alright." Standish began, handing the photo back to Danes. "We first encountered that type of ship over two years ago... the Cylons have been using it for recon only... they jump in, take detailed scans of their target, and jump out again... fast and effective." he added. "How good a look did they get?" he asked.

"They seemed to be focusing on our nuke tubes, and heavy rail guns... I don't think they made it out with too much, before we opened up on them... but they did get something." Danes stated.

Standish turned to face the command table, leaning forward upon it, as he thought out loud.

"They'll be back." he began, as he again stood straight, looking to Captain Danes again, a sober look on his face. "But this time, they'll be here in force... they remember what you did to them at Omiron... the sudden loss of three Basestars made them think twice." he added.

"What do you recommend, Sir?" Danes asked.

"We need increased CAP patrols, from all military ships in the fleet... double the shifts... run bi-hourly combat drills. We've been lax way too long... for two years, we've grown comfortable, without the Cylons constantly on our heels. Well, now they're back... and they won't go away without a hell of a fight." Standish offered, grimly, looking Danes in the eyes.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The Battlestar continued to lead the fleet in orbit of the planet, as multiple CAP patrols of both Vipers and Starcats flew by the Battlestar and her fleet.

COMMANDER STANDISH'S CABIN

The Commander sat at his desk, writing in his nightly logbook, a half-empty glass of brandy beside the book, as he paused, hearing a knock on the door to his cabin. He looked up, taking off his glasses, and setting them atop the logbook, as he replied.

"Come in." he called out.

A second later, the door creaked open, and one of the Marines escorted a young Specialist into the room, before leaving, closing the door after himself.

The Specialist had his hands behind his back, and appeared nervous, almost afraid to be in the presence of Standish.

"Specialist." Standish said, softly. "What can I do for you?" he asked.

"Sir!" the young man said, saluting Standish, as he walked right up to the Commander's desk, and drew out his hands. His right hand held a large photograph, which he held out, for Standish to take. "We've... we've been working all night on this little jewel, Sir." he stated, as Standish looked the photo over, putting his glasses back on. "That's from Pegasus's data recorder, Sir... from the forward camera, starboard side." he added.

"What is it... what am I supposed to be looking for?" Standish asked, still scanning the image.

"If I may, Sir?" the Specialist asked, as he reached over, and placed his finger where he wanted Standish to look. "That... that right there, Sir." he added.

Standish looked at it... but all he could see was a dark blotch.

"I... I don't see... it looks like a very large fuzzy dark blotch." he said, looking to the Specialist.

"Sir... if I may be so bold... take a careful look at the rough shape of that blotch." the man requested.

Standish did as the man asked, and looked carefully at the shape. Finally, it began to dawn on him...

"No way... no frakking way it could be..." Standish began, looking up to the Specialist. "It almost looks like another Battlestar." he said, stunned.

The Specialist just smiled, happy that Standish was seeing it.

"There's no frakking way two Battlestars could have ended up here... no frakking way... it's too great a coincidence." Standish offered. "Besides... the SAR teams have only found debris from one Battlestar." he added. "I need more." he began. "Do whatever you can to sharpen that up... clean it up... I need more than just a fuzzy blotch." he said, as the Specialist saluted, and turned around to leave.

After the Specialist left, and the door closed, Standish was left to himself again, as he now found himself staring intently at the new object of interest... the fuzzy, somewhat Battlestar-shaped blotch, in the upper right-hand corner of the photograph.

TO BE CONTINUED...
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CONTINUED...

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The Battlestar now sat in orbit of the newly discovered planet, along with the massive Omironian warships, and the rest of the fleet, as multiple CAP patrols of combined forces sailed past the ships of the fleet.

CIC

Commander Standish and D'Anna stood at the command table, looking at the recon photos and artifacts that the SAR Raptors brought back from the surface of the planet...

There were some extremely weathered and frail papers, that appeared to be flyers of some sort... for something called the "New Caprica Police", as well as various other documents, and a few personal effects. There was also the centerpiece of the lot... setting smack in the middle of the command table, like some ghastly decoration...

The head of a modern Cylon Centurion.

Standish and D'Anna just stood, looking at the Centurion's head, in morbid fascination. Even in this state, it still evoked feelings of some fear, and gave the room a very creepy vibe. Finally, D'Anna broke the awkward silence.

"Does it have to be at the center of the table like that?" she asked.

"We're fresh out of floral bouquets." Standish answered softly, looking to her, as she returned his look, while he now walked around the table, to the other side, to face her directly. "We now know that there was some form of semi-permanent human settlement here. My guess is that Pegasus evaced from the Colonies during the initial Cylon attack, and made her way here." he began. "It took them a long time to get this far out... the crew might have elected to settle here for some time... at least... until the Cylons caught up with them." he added.

For a long moment, the two just regarded both each other, and the severed Centurion head, the ghostly whine of the DRADIS being the only sound in the room. Finally, the moment ended, as Standish looked up, to see Grae enter the room.

Upon arriving next to D'Anna, Grae noticed the detached Cylon head, on the CIC table, and grimaced.

"Eeesh... that's creepy." she stated, looking to Standish.

"Indeed." the Commander began, as he slowly walked over to Grae. "I have a special mission for you, Medusa." he stated. "I want you to bag me one of those Cylon recon birds." he added.

"Sure." Grae replied, looking at him skeptically. "The impossible is my specialty." she said, in mock-sarcasm.

Standish's look remained serious.

"We know the Cylons were here. And we know they will be back. When they come, they'll come in force. We need any edge we can get... and if we can get one of those recon birds... it'd be like having two Scoutstars... only this one could get even closer to them." he offered.

"Fine, Sir... when do I leave?" she asked.

"You just did." Standish replied, as Grae nodded, understanding, as she saluted him, before turning and leaving the room, Standish looking after her, before again turning to stare at the Centurion's head.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The Battlestar kept orbit over the planet that was now known to be called New Caprica, as the Scoutstar lowered into position, in the foreground, followed a second later, by two Mk. II Vipers.

CIC

Standish stood over the command table, plotting out a tactical strategy on the star map that was on the table, while he listened to Grae's voice, over the intercom.

"So... I don't hear the XO barking anything to me... did you get rid of the CIC driver?" Medusa asked, wanting to initiate some playful banter with the Commander. "'Cause it's hard to fly, with her on my ass all the time."

"The XO is in her cabin right now... and you should give her the respect she deserves." Standish shot back, not particularly amused. "Besides... what are you gonna do when you have to fly CAP, and I'm off the ship?" he asked.

"Turn my comm off." she retorted.

"Like hell you will." Standish stated. "Maybe I'll just transfer you to the Starfreeze... let Captain Danes deal with you."

"Oh... ouch." Medusa shot back, in sarcasm.

"Why are you such a wise-ass, all of a sudden?" the Commander inquired.

"Eh... it's my nature." Grae began.

"Ain't that the truth." Standish said, under his breath, thinking Grae didn't hear him.

"Besides... that's why you keep me around... my wise ass balances out the XO's tight ass." Grae added.

"And you would know about the XO's ass... how?" Standish shot back.

"You talk about it when you're drunk... sometimes." Grae answered, as Standish looked around to the officers behind him, to make sure nobody let a chuckle slip out.

"Good to know you listen to something I say." he stated.

"C'mon, Sir... you of all people know how tight the XO's ass is." Grae pressed, as finally, someone in the background allowed a laugh to escape, but quickly shut up, as Standish shot him a look.

"Grae, I think that will be all." Standish began.

"Aww... take away my fun, why don't you." she protested.

"That's my job... I'm the Commander. No fun allowed on the ship." he added. "Now, if I'm not mistaken... you have a recon bird to catch."

"I know, I know... FTL spooling up... preparing to jump." Grae called out, as Standish looked up to the DRADIS.

TO BE CONTINUED...
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CONTINUED...

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The Battlestar kept orbit over New Caprica, along with the rest of the fleet.

Suddenly, a bright flash of golden light was seen, and a second later, the Scoutstar flew into sight, sailing toward Urantia's starboard flight pod.

COMMANDER STANDISH'S CABIN

Commander Standish sat at his desk, looking over duty logs and reports, as the severed head of the Cylon Centurion now sat upon his desk, facing the door, as if still keeping guard.

The Commander didn't even bother to look up, as he heard his door open, and D'Anna walk in. She paused in front of his desk, a group of new recon photos clutched in her right hand.

D'Anna regarded the sight of the Cylon head, and wore a look of some dismay, which she quickly forced into a smile, as Standish finally looked up at her.

"Yes... what can I do for you?" he asked.

"Here." she began, handing him the new photos, which he took, looking them over. "The latest recon from the SAR brids. Doctor Casten is going down with the next group, to bring up a couple bodies they say they found on the surface." she added. "And Medusa just jumped back... she didn't report any Cylon activity in the region." she closed, awaiting his response, as she again glanced at the Centurion's head on the table.

Standish looked over the last of the photos, as he set them down on the table, looking up to face D'Anna.

"Well, it certainly seems like the human settlement here was quite substantial. I wish we could recover more documents from the surface, but unfortunately, paper deteriorates quite rapidly... we're lucky to have found what we did." he began, now getting up, and walking around to the front of the table, standing beside the Cylon head. "I still wish I could figure out what happened with Pegasus... how she ended up here... and what that fuzzy blotch in the data recorder image is." he offered, as D'Anna just offered a polite smile, again looking to the Cylon head.

"I don't know how the frak you can keep that thing in your quarters." she said, looking to him.

Standish looked down at it, taking in the sight of it.

"I suppose it is rather creepy." he replied, as he picked it up, looking it over one last time, before turning to face D'Anna. "Here." he said, throwing the head to her, which she caught. "Take it... maybe you can find a better place for it." he added, moving back to his side of the desk, to sit back down.

"Thank you... Sir." she offered, uncertainly.

"Mmm-hmm... dismissed." Standish said softly, as he continued his reading.

D'Anna turned around, and quietly walked out of his cabin, the Cylon head cradled in her arms.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

A combined CAP patrol of Vipers and Starcats flew past the ship, as the fleet kept orbit.

XO'S CABIN

The Cylon Centurion's head was the focal point on the XO's coffee table, as D'Anna and Cavil sat on either side of the table, just staring at the head, seemingly lost in the study of it. Finally, after a long silent moment, Cavil broke the silence.

"So... what... this is now Urantia's new prize? Some kind of morose trophy?" he asked, still gazing upon the head.

"Aye... seems like it." D'Anna shot back. "One of the SAR teams brought it up from the surface of New Caprica." she added. "And the Doc's going down tomorrow... in the morning. He's gonna bring up some bodies they found." she stated, as Cavil now looked up to face her directly.

"We better hope to God, that it's a human body." he began. "We can't delay this any longer... we HAVE to take action." he added.

"I agree... but we have two of those frakking warships from Omiron, right outside... how do we combat that?" D'Anna asked.

"We know that the recon Raiders can use hit-and-jump tactics against a ship that size, with some effectiveness." Cavil began. "The trick is, to be able to do that with our Basestars." he offered.

"We can't... the Hybrids would never be able to cope with that many close jumps... it'd kill them." D'Anna shot back.

"Which is why we'll need a lot of Basestars." Cavil returned, looking D'Anna right in the eyes, as she met his look, nodding in silent agreement.

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