Battlestar Farscape

By Mackon

I do not own Farscape or Battlestar Galactica. Writing this to entertain not for profit.

All power to Wikipedia and the Battlestar Galactica: Technical Manual for a lot of the Technical detail.

Chapter 13

Command Nexus, Baseship 0217, Tern System.

Very few people would have thought this was the bridge of a warship entering possible hostile territory. The room itself was large and airy with a bright high ceiling; wide-open spaces designed to mimic an ancient amphitheater. A raised dais of shallow troughs dominated the stage at the center of the room; each filled with a clear liquid. Surrounded by wide step like benches climbing up to the walls, everything was clinical clean white, except for the crew. Four human form Cylon's stood around the dais, each one had both hands submerged in the troughs. The liquid allowed a direct link between the organic processors in the Cylon's human-form hands and Baseship 0217's central computer. The minute to minute operation of the Baseship was left to the Hybrid, the flood of information generated by the Baseship, being too much for even a hundred Cylons to process.

In their minds the Cylon's poured over the returns from the ships sensors as it moved into orbit around the Tern planetoid, they briefly scanned the field of debris surrounding the small lump of rock, before focusing their attention on the crater where the Tern Depot had once stood.

"They nuked it!" D'Anna stepped back, withdrawing her hands from the interface in disgust.

"There was a small quantity of nuclear munitions stored here, it would have been easy for them to leave one behind and detonate it." The Eight (Sharon) to her right said, also leaving the interface.

"We'll have to do this the hard way then, we need to scan every millimeter of wreckage we need to find those ships data recorders. Order patrols out I doubt they will be back, but I don't want to end up like the 0209." The Four (Leoben) still at the controls passed on the orders to the Hybrid. The short battle in the Nike system between the Battlestar Medusa and Baseship 0209 had impressed all of D'Anna's command staff. None of the Cylons of the Crusader Fleet had ever seen anything like it. The Liberation had been more of a clean up operation than a battle, with the computer virus doing most of the damage. Since then the few clashes with the Galactica had been nothing like what they'd seen. The logs they'd studied from the first war had not prepared them for the first hand experiences they'd seen straight from the minds of the 0209's crew.

"This is going to take days, the Gestalt ordered us to engage the new Colonial force immediately. What do you hope to find?" The Two (Father Cavil) the last of her team on this Baseship asked.

"I hope to find anything! We don't know where to look for them and the Sixes interrogation of the renegades leaves a lot to be desired. We know little or nothing about what ships they have." D'Anna said. Feeling more than a bit depressed by the constant stream of questions and opinions, she was confronted with any time she gave an order.

"As soon as she found out they had a Hades Command ship, she returned to her Baseship. A good decision I would think, our communication's had to be secured." The Leoben answered. Quick to jump to the defense of his series main allies, among the less religious minded Cylons.

"Leaving her prisoner's in the care of the Centurions, who neglected to provided them with oxygen was less of a good decision, I think." The Sharon copy commented. Smiling when the Leoben scowled.

"Order the 0216 and the 0218 to move out and start a high resolution scan of the debris field. Anything of use is to be taken onboard and examined immediately. Information has top priority, but anything of Colonial manufacture could provide us with answers." D'Anna ordered ignoring the by-play between her colleges.

"While we are working on finding out what we are up against, I want scouts of Scimitars checking every system in range. If they find anything they are to report back immediately." D'Anna continued.

"We agree." The other three Cylons chorused, each after a seconds thought and a quick glance between themselves. D'Anna gritted her teeth and said nothing; they all accessed the interface again, to begin their own scans.

From the terraces surrounding them, the off duty crewmembers of Baseship 0217 sat or lounged as the mood took them, talking amongst themselves or watching the command team at work.

Refugee Fleet, Matock, Redline System.

The sixteen civilian ships from the Pegasus's group maneuvered into formation with the twelve that had been with the Destroyers since the Holocaust. This small fleet was slightly different than the other refugee groups, more uniform. Eight of the ships were the same class with the same color scheme. The Caprica Convenient Conveyance or CCC had had an emergency Jump point set up for their fleet of Sumpter class freighter/passenger ships. Of CCC's fifty-six ships only twelve had made it to the rendezvous point and of those, only these eight had survived long enough to join up with Pegasus.

The 890-meter long Sumpter class ships were dwarfed by the Star Queen's 1510-meter long bulk, a pleasure liner the Star Queen was a small city in its own right. The Star Queen had been over Gemenon during the Holocaust and before the sailing resort was able to escape, Cylon Scimitars had strafed them. Causing horrific damage to the ship's hull and killing hundreds of passengers and crew. Four Passenger Cruisers' and three Flattops rounded out the rest of Pegasus's group.

Rear Admiral Helena Cain watched as the civilian ships formed up from the co-pilots position of one of Medusa's Raptors. All ready she could see spacesuited figures out on the hulls and spotted the flare of wielding torches. Hundreds of repairs had been put off for lack of spare parts or material. Now with the cargo ships and the two Battlestar's own holds full of loot from the Tern system the scramble was on. Much of what they had captured needed to be rebuilt and adapted before it could be used on the Colonial ships, but a surprising amount was colonial designed Cylon copy's of parts in regular use. Their had even been what appeared to be captured Colonial equipment from theColonies. Helena watched as shuttles converged on the two flattops. The Raptor ferrying her across to the Heavy Cruiser Trident weaved in amongst the civilian traffic, taking the Rear Admiral to where she would meet with Commander Sun. It had been an easy decision, to meet on the neutral ship.

Helena thoughts were inordinately murky; the last day had been one shock after another. Her despair at the beginning of the action at Tern, the confrontation with Hans Masters and then the man's execution by her own hand. Then Medusa's and the Destroyers arrival. They had all come one on top the other, each leaving her less and less time to deal with the next shock. Then things started to get strange. Pegasus's sensors could make little sense of what they were seeing on the other Battlestar. Its EMC had been incredible, without the IFF beacon its doubtful that Pegasus's degraded systems would have even seen it, the Medusa and its destroyer escorts point defense had been at least twice as affective as the best the state of the art Mercury class could manage. When they had gone hunting the FTL event in the outer system the two Battlestar's Dradis had been tied in together, the range and detail the other ship possessed had the Pegasus's operations staff drooling in envy. Then came the information about Gina Knight. The Pegasus's CAG was confined to quarters and under Marine guard, Cain couldn't believe she was a Cylon agent. It was time to get some answers.

Hades Fleet, Gold Mine System

The old red star of the Gold Mine System lay five jumps almost directly away from the Nike system, towards Tormented Space and within a single Jump of Cauldron. Here Crichton's Fleet had deployed their two mining ships and it was here that the retreat from the Nike System finished. The Battlecruiser Helios had caught up with them 12 hours ago.

The 11km wide 5km high double disk of The Hades floated above the rocky planetoid where the mining ships had set up. Around the Command ship the rest of the Fleet orbited. The Hyperion took station above the Hades where its quicker deployed Vipers could act in case of trouble. The Helios was patrolling the outer edges of the star system. 25 ships of the civilian squadron clustered around the Hades like chicks around a hen. Each now fully crewed ready to Jump at the first sign of the Cylon's, the relaxed air of the last two months destroyed by the attack on Nike system.

Well away from the Hades formation a flash of brilliant white light heralded the completed FTL of the Xiphos, forerunner of the Galactica fleet. Quickly followed by another and another soon dozens of white bursts consumed the area, then the Galactica itself exploded into space.

C.I.C. Battlestar Galactica. Gold Mine System

"Report!" Fleet Admiral William Adama called watching the Dradis screen clear and start to update after the FTL. The normal bustle of the Battlestar's CIC buzzed around him, as the civilian ships called in to report their safe arrival.

"All ships are accounted for sir." Lieutenant Felix Gaeta answered from operations.

"Viper CAP is launching." Colonel Saul Tigh's gravelly voice informed Adama.

The Dradis cleared.

"Gods!" Petty Officer Second Anastasia Dualla swore softly as she took in the size of the contact sitting ahead of the Galactica Fleet

Crichton's Yacht, Cauldron System.

"What is that?" Sharon asked her friendly guild/guard, looking out the canopy of the luxury Yachts Bridge. They were approaching a mass of girders and ships, the Raptor pilot could easily recognize a Battlestar's flight pod and drive section, but there were dozens of other large pieces of ship strewn about them. A smaller civilian drive section, the hulls of two passenger liners like the Olympic Carrier, the striped down framework of at least one flattop cargo ship and something larger that 'Boomer' didn't recognize. A skeletal framework of metal and cables forming a huge rectangle connected them all.

"That used to be the Mercury class Battlestar Nauru a big foundry ship, four passenger liners and a lot of old Cylon Hunter-Killer corvettes and anything else that looked useful. We found the Nauru and the civy ships two weeks after the Holocaust, it looks like they survived the first battle but the Cylons caught up with them, no survivors. The Commander hoped to fix up the Nauru, like the Hyperion but there was just too much damage. A nuke penetrated the head sections armor and vaporized the CIC and most of the living quarters one of the flight pods was completely gutted. We were going to strip it for salvage, when the Commander thought of this." Private Seran gestured out the bridge window.

'Boomer' looked around at the gold appointed fittings of the Yachts Bridge. The pilot/commanding officer of the small ship, Lieutenant 'Prowler' Kreen ignored the two women concentrating on his flying. Sharon had expected at least a sharp word when Private Seran had lead her up here from the stateroom where they bunked, waved 'Boomer' towards the window and flopped down in the command chair. But neither Lieutenant Kreen nor his co-pilot Lieutenant Pournelle had even raised an eyebrow at the Marine Private's actions.

It was just one more strange thing about the Marine, after taking Sharon to Commander Crichton. Who had told her he was sending the ex-Galactica pilot to an out of the way posting until she could work out what she needed to do next, then he'd told Seran to get her settled in on the Nauru and left 'Boomer' in the Marines charge. The Private had dragged her all over the Helios getting spare uniforms, a toilet kit and new boots. The Quarter Master Sargent she could almost see, Seran was obviously some kind of special aid to Commander Crichton. Although Sharon had never before seen a supply Sargent hand over anything without forms filled out in triplicate. But the Helios Flight Operations officer a senior grade Lieutenant had arranged for the Yachts preflight at her word and 'Prowler' Kreen and his co-pilot had put down their cards and suited up without even checking the Private's orders.

"Soon, less than a month if what I heard is right. This mess is going to be the Mobile Shipyard Nauru three dry-docks, a big one capable of building a Mercury Class Battlestar from scratch, with two smaller ones to work on anything up to the size of a Columbia class." Seran said casually watching Sharon 'Boomer' Valerii, the Xarai women's hand laying lightly on the pulse pistol strapped to her thigh.

"That's going to be your new berth. The Commander wants you to organize the Raptor squadrons. But that's not where we're heading just now. Look just below it and to the right. That's our destination."

'Boomer' looked where Seran was telling her. At first she couldn't see what the Marine was talking about, but then she realized that one of the stars was too solid looking, too perfectly round, and way too fluorescent blue.

Heavy Cruiser Trident, Matock, Redline System.

Aeryn replaced the handset in its cradle on the wall and looked through the office window, out into the old ships CIC. The Rear Admiral had just left her Raptor with two of Pegasus's Marine's as escorts, and would be here in five minutes. Aeryn wondered if she would have to kill the women.

It would probably save them some trouble, and it would make Aeryn's life a lot easier. She did not enjoy or have the patience to invent strategies to deal with these provincial humans the way John did. On the other hand it would be useful to have a Colonial Admiral on their side, if it looked at all possible to work with Cain then that would be the best outcome. Aeryn turned to face back into the office, it was the Tridents commanding officers, and since no one had been assigned to run the Heavy Cruiser yet, Aeryn had decided to use it for this meeting.

One of her aids stood unobtrusively behind the desk, waiting to offer drinks and take notes or what ever it was that real aids did. The Xarai wore the uniform of a CDF 'Junior' Lieutenant with the Moyan badges where a Colonial would have had unit flashes.

Before the Holocaust, while John had been working his way though the Colonial planets. Looking for what they would need to repair the Hades and outfit it for the voyage back to the Uncharted Territories. Aeryn had been left in charge of the Xarai first on Cauldron then at the Nike anchorage. The Xarai had been dazed and confused but at least sane, still controlling 1242 people would have been impossible if they hadn't been who and what they were.

Command Carrier bred Sebacean Peacekeepers, with discipline literally bred into them. They'd remembered enough to understand the Sebacean language and speak it slightly. And they'd recognized her and to a lesser extant John as superior officers. By the time all the Xarai had been ferried to Nike system they'd settled down enough for Aeryn to start noticing differences between them. Some had obviously been Techs or Sailors others just screamed Pilot or Trooper. But some had been harder to pick, that is until she saw one of the unknown's get into a fight with a big Trooper and put the women down in one move, Commandos. Not Pleisar Regiment, the attack had been a slashing strike to the chest not a Pantak jab, maybe Ustar Regiment. The differences in training were subtle, but definitely Commandos, they must have been onboard Rovhu to guard Kaarvok.

Aeryn had found 53 of them among the Xarai, although how many there had been before Kaarvok started twinning people was hard to guess. She'd at once started refreshing their training, there were very few times and places where Aeryn wouldn't have welcomed a few other Commandos to back her up. A squad had joined John on Caprica when he'd found the right ship and they'd helped with recruiting the people they needed on Picon, when they didn't want any questions asked. Not as skilled at infiltration as Disrupters but Commandos were trained to support the agents of the Grand Chancellor and knew how to move undetected in foreign societies.

A knock sounded from the hatch and Rear Admiral Helena Cain entered followed by her two Marines.

"Rear Admiral, welcome aboard the Trident not as agreeable as my Medusa would have been. But this old Heavy Cruiser isn't over run with civilians, searching for bits to fix their own ships with." Aeryn greeted the other women first offering a salute then the Colonial forehand grasp.

"Commander Sun thank you. Yes I just made it off the Pegasus before the herd descended. On behalf of the men and women of my ship I want to thank you again for your timely arrival at Tern." Helena let herself be led to a chair next to the desk and watched as Aeryn sat down behind it.

The two women stared at each other for a second, each trying to get the measure of the other. Helena's eyes where drawn to the unfamiliar badge on Aeryn's uniform. She knew every unit flash in the CDF and a stylized M with a smooth red shape infront of it was one she'd never seen before.

"That's the Symbol representing the Moyan group." Aeryn commented following the Admiral's gaze.

"The Moyan group?" Helena asked.

"The … I suppose you would call it a mercenary company that I work for and partially own." Aeryn smiled slightly as she answered, she could feel the Moyan Lieutenant beside her tense slightly.

Helena Cain hissed and slumped back in her chair. Mercenary's! That wasn't what she was expecting.

"You're not CDF?" Cain demanded.

"No I was never a member of the Colonial Defense Forces." For a second Aeryn wanted to spring the Sebacean issue on her, get it all out into the open. But decided to let the women deal with this first.

"Where did you get the Medusa?" Cain asked her voice rising

"She was drifting dead in space one Jump out from Picon the virus opened every hatch on her, no survivors. We rebooted the main computer and arranged a lot of burials." Aeryn answered watching the Rear Admiral closely. Cain was still shocked but from the red raising on her checks, she was going to settle down on rage when she got her bearings.

"The Moyan group didn't salvage the Medusa until weeks after the Holocaust. We were too busy evacuating the cadets from Artemis Valley Academy to stop for souvenirs." Aeryn drawled trying for 'Crichton level' sarcasm to divert the Admiral, before the women got herself shot.

It worked; Cain calmed and looked suddenly very interested.

"Artemis Valley? Did you get any of the staff out?" Helena Cain blurted before she could stop herself, desperately nearly pleadingly.

Aeryn thought for a moment, studying Cain's change of manner. Then it made sense.

"That little tralk! She could have said something." Aeryn muttered to herself in quitely Sebacean.

"Doctor Sheba Cain is a relative then?" Aeryn commented

"My Daughter." Helena said softly "She survived?"

"She's the Chief Medical Officer on the Battlecruiser Helios." Aeryn told her.

Helena Cain nearly fainted, she'd know that Sheba was dead since Holocaust day. She'd grieved with all the others on the Pegasus who had lost some one. For a second she struggled to collect herself, then with ruthless force of will Rear Admiral Cain pulled herself back together, she wasn't here as a mother.

Aeryn watched the play of emotions across the other women's face and was mildly impressed. Still there was no reason to let the advantage slip.

"When the Holocaust hit the Moyan Group was getting a crew together to salvage a Cylon ship, a Hades class Command Baseship we'd found." Aeryn Sun told the Admiral.

Cain's eyes widened in shock.

"What!" The Admirals shout jerked the two Marines from their positions flanking the room's door. The Xarai Commando standing at Aeryn's side took a step away from his Commander, hand resting on the grip of his pistol.

"Yes it's our flagship now we call her the Hades. We managed to gather together a number of survivors, nearly 50,000 including a CMC Colonel, a Major in the Colonial Marshal's and Daphne Zurich of Zurich Interplanetary Manufacturing. They all signed off on our salvage right, ownership of our ships. And we entered into a contract with them acting as the de-facto government, to share resources with the CDF and the CMC." With Crichton busy doing Tech stuff and Paula running the military, or more precisely rebuilding the military. It had fallen to Aeryn Sun more often than not, to keep the civvies quiet and although they had learned to fear the ex-Peacekeeper, almost against her will Aeryn had learned a few things about diplomacy.

The tension in the room slowly relaxed again and the Marines moved back to their guard positions. Helena tried to refocus; this interview was going nothing like she planned, but very much like she feared. It was just she'd expected the Battlestar Commander to be Special Operations and use her upgraded Medusa and Pegasus's sad state to throw her off guard and press for more control of the reforming CDF, not bombshells like mercenary groups and salvaged Cylon Command ships.

"Where is the Hades now?" The Admiral asked.

"Quite a few jumps from here Admiral they should be meeting up with the Galactica by now." Aeryn answered.

"Galactica? William Adama's ship?" Some one else had survived.

"Yes they actually got more people out than we did. That's one of the things I wanted to talk to you privately about. He's got the President with him." Aeryn voice went a bit angry at this last, she didn't think more politicians could possibly be a good thing. Even if it did get her out of riding herd on the Hades civilian Council

"He has Richard Adar with him? Some of my civilians where over Caprica during the Holocaust. They heard him surrendering from the capital when it was nuked." Helena let a little scorn enter her voice, at the other women trying such a transparent lie and wondered what she hoped to gain from it.

"Not Adar. Her name is Laura Roslin apparently she was a long way down the list of succession, but she's been sworn in. They've even had another election to confirm her in office, and Fleet Admiral Adama supports her." Aeryn smiled slightly when she told Cain, Adama's new rank.

"Laura Roslin? The Secretary of Education? You're kidding!" Helena couldn't remember ever meeting Laura Roslin but she'd heard about her. Her supposed affair with President Adar had done the rounds in the upper brass of the Colonial Fleet. Helena put little faith in it herself; they would have said the same about any mildly attractive women in the cabinet. Then the rest of what Commander Sun said registered.

"Fleet Admiral?" Helena voice was steady now she wasn't going to let the other women rattle her anymore.

"President Roslin promoted him." Aeryn answered the Admiral.

There was too much information, to many things to think about. Right now there were more important topics that needed to be discussed. Rear Admiral Cain would deal with Mercenaries and Presidents when she had time to contemplate them.

"What where those devices you had my men and I tested with when we came onboard?" That had been a nasty shock, exiting her Raptor, she'd been greeted by a Captain Usen (the girl looked barely eighteen and wore the shoulder decorations of Medusa's CAG?) then once they all left the Raptor they'd been surrounded by Marines with rifles covering them. Helena had thought that for a second, it was an assassination attempt, one that would quickly succeed. Then Captain Usen had showed them the R.E. devices explained that they used them as Cylon detectors and demonstrated on herself. Cain had ordered her people to co-operate.

"Your aware of the affects the radiation of the gas giant Ragnar had on Cylons, Admiral?" Aeryn asked. It was a safe bet; it was covered at the Academy.

Helena nodded.

"Well it seems that toward the end of the first war Fleet science were experimenting with it, trying to find a use for it in battle. Those R.E. devices were the best they could do. It was supposed to be a grenade but it's useless, unless you press it right into your target. Thankfully the Human forms are even more vulnerable to them than the mechanical." Aeryn told her.

"These Human Forms, is your intelligence on them one hundred present?" Helena asked thinking about Gina.

"On several, yes we've examined corpses and have been able to find physical evidence. The information about the three females is new; we just received it from Galactica. The one calling herself Sharon Valerii we are very sure of, but don't have the evidence to back it up. Shelly Godfrey is harder, she apparently appeared on the Galactica accused their science whiz Gaius Baltar of being a Cylon, their own slower chemical test that they use to check for Cylons indicated that she was one, but was inconclusive. Before she could be checked again she disappeared. D'Anna Biers is even more wooly she acted suspiciously and then died, in a odd way that made it impossible to test her body." Aeryn rattled off the list from memory she'd studied the reports for hours.

"Why are you sure about Sharon Valerii and not the others, did your people do an autopsy?" Helena asked.

"No, it seems that the cover personality is an intact human personality, while they are infiltrating us the Cylon is … well asleep inside bio-computers in the human-form body. When it's activated it wakes up, destroys or consumes the cover personality gaining all their memories. And ready to do its duty to for the greater Cylon glory." Aeryn was giving herself a headache; she hated Tech talk that's why she left all this dren up to Crichton

"Well, that's what Crichton guesses anyway. After talking to Sharon Valerii, the R.E. device fried the Cylon before it could take her over and she survived." Aeryn finished doubtfully it sounded more than a bit off to her, still they would know for sure soon.

Suddenly Cain was on her feet.

"Commander Sun theirs a lot we will need to discuss again, once I've had time to consider what you have said. But right now I believe it in all our best interest if I return to the Pegasus and begin sweeps using the R.E. devices, if you could provide enough to outfit, say a dozen Marines." Helena spoke quickly already moving towards the hatch.

"They were loaded onto your Raptor before you reached this office Admiral, the Medusa has a hold full of the things." Aeryn answered also standing.

Helena was almost out of the room when Commander Sun spoke again.

"So you have got one on Pegasus? And you hope you can save the person you know before the Cylon wakes up?" Aeryn's voice came from right behind the Admiral, as the startled women spun to face the office again she realized Sun had followed her and was right up in her face.

Helena took a hasty step back, then cursed herself silently. Retreating again! This interview had gone Aeryn's way from start to finish. Helena had hoped to bring a Battlestar Commander, who had been on her own since the Holocaust back into the fold. Instead the younger women had run rings around her.

"My CAG closely resembles the photo of Shelly Godfrey." Helena admitted.

"Right, let's go then." Aeryn gestured toward the Hatch indicating that Helena should proceed her, and that Aeryn would be accompany the Rear Admiral back to the Pegasus.

The two women walked together through the hallways of the old Heavy Cruiser here and there a crewmember would snap to attention and salute the officers as the headed for the lifts. Helena noted with relief that she saw no other Moyan group badges among the people they passed.

"This idea about saving the cover personality is just a theory right no Admiral, Crichton thinks its right but we won't know definitely until we can test it." Aeryn commented as they entered the lifts followed by their guards.

"Crichton?" Aeryn had mentioned the name before. Helena didn't care much about proof, at the moment a chance was better than nothing.

"John Crichton the Commander of the Hades he's the Moyan Groups technical whiz and my fiancée. He's the closest thing we have to an expert on Cylons. And he designed most of the improvements you would have noticed on the Medusa." Aeryn answered, allowing herself a small grin at having rattled the other women again.

The lift shot across to the Tridents launch bay Helena remained silent she had a lot to think about.

Viper Escort, Colonial One, Gold Mine System

"Holy Frak!" Kara didn't call Louanne 'Kat' Katraine for breaking radio discipline. She'd been just about to say the same thing herself.

The eight Vipers from Blue Squadron had flown escort for the President in Colonial One for five minutes, heading from Galactica through the Hades fleet towards the Hades itself. And in all that time the bulk of the ex-Cylon Command ship had loomed larger and larger, the thing was making 'Starbuck' herself pretty nervous she expected the other pilot's to be pissing them selves. But when they passed into the massive shadow cast by the top saucer section even Kara 'Starbuck' Thrace had felt her heart stop for a second.

"All right people keep it slow and steady, follow the beacon straight to hangar one and for frak sake, keep your mind on your flying!" Kara had of course never landed on a Hades class command ship before. She didn't much enjoy doing it the first time with 100,000 people including the President of the Twelve Colonies of Kobol, two Commanders and all her pilots watching.

Colonial One, on approach to Hades Command Ship, Gold Mine System.

Laura Roslin stood on the gallery deck just below Colonial One's bridge watching as her ship was swallowed by the chasm that was the Hades hanger one. Inside the huge area she could see dozens of other ships moving around. The deck was covered in yellow squares pin pointing lift heads, hundreds sized for Vipers or old style Raiders, but many larger capable of handling ships the size of Colonial One or even bigger.

"Never thought I'd see the inside of one of these things again, certainly not like this." Bill Adama commented from where he was watching, standing beside her.

"War story's Bill?" Laura asked.

"Not a terribly heroic one Madam President, when I was stationed on the Columbia serving under Commander Cain, the Admirals father, we were sent in as back up for the Seventh Fleet when they took one of these monsters on, they'd caught one damaged and without its Basestar escorts. The Seventh was broken, out of twelve Battlestar's only the flagship came out in anything like fighting form and only two others survived at all. But they'd killed the Hades they were after." The Fleet Admiral said looking around the expanse of the hangar.

Captain Lee 'Apollo' Adama listened to the two talk as Colonial one set down on a high lighted lift head. In a few minutes they would have arrived. The Hades fleet and the Galactica fleet would become the Colonial Remnant Fleet. With twice the number of survivors as there'd been two weeks ago, the beginnings of a real Battlestar Group with the extra warships and maybe some real hope for the future if their species.

A/N

(1) Everyone noticed the special guest stars in Chapter 12 right? Only I was expecting a few comments.

(2) Few terms, Disrupters are Peacekeeper secret agents. And the Grand Chancellor is the guy in charge of Peacekeeper high command.