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Chapter 5 Tears of Blood
18 minutes after Cylon Incursion
Commander Adama stared in shock at what he was reading, his blue eyes glazing with tears that would never fall. This is the worst defeat in history he thought to himself as he read the message he had just received from Virgon. The first solid piece of intelligence since this war had started.
Saul stood by his friend's shoulder, the alcohol tainting his breath, just adding to the inferno that his soul had turned into as he read the message from Nagala. At first he had thought the message from the Graystones was a joke, a retirement prank, but he trusted his friend more than he trusted himself...and then this.
Commander Adama had Dee patch him into the ship, picking up the phone when she nodded it was done. Wrapping the cord around the handle and holding it like a microphone, Adama saw all eyes in the CIC turn to him, the worry evident on their faces. Taking a breath, he spoke;
"This is the Commander.
"Moments ago this ship receieved word that we are under attack by the Cylons..." Crew all around the ship, already at Battle stations stopped what they were doing as what they already suspected was confirmed.
Adama's voice continued from the hundreds of speakers littering the battle hardened ship."We do not yet know the true size, strength or disposition of the Cylon forces but all indications and estimates point towards the Cylons vastly outnumbering us.
"Admiral Nagala has taken command of the fleet aboard the Battlestar Atlantia...following the destruction of Picon fleet headquarters and Scorpia fleet shipyards in the first wave of attacks..." Crew members stood in shock hearing this, the pain would come later.
Adama's voice strengthened "How this could have happened, why it happened are unimportant right now..." His voice reaching a roar "all that does matter is that as of right now we are at war. Youre ready for this, youve trained for this, stand to your duties, stand by your shipmates and we'll get through this".
His words, from every speaker on every deck and in every compartment echoed in the hearts of every crew member, emboldering them, empowering them until all that was left was the hope and knowledfe that they would survive the raging storm.
Strength dieing down Adama finished "You will receive further updates as we get them. May the Lords watch over us and our families".
Resting the phone back in it's receiver Adama turned to see the untested crew of the Galactica returning to work with a vigour they never knew they had. Looking at Colonel Saul Tigh, Adama said "We need our planes back Saul". Glancing at Dee, "Get on the horn to Boomer, get their position and inform them that we are coming for them. If they encounter the Cylons they are not to engage, tell them to scatter and run" Adama ordered, thoughts of the Cylon Virus in his mind.
"Yes sir" Dee replied getting to work raising Boomer.
Saul standing by the Commander at the Dradis console muttered, "It's going to take hours clearing them of their networks". Nodding Adama replied "I know. Saul, I want Kara out of hack" seeing the look cross Saul's face Adama continued "She's our best pilot, do it".
Nodding Saul left for the brig.
BSG83. Admiral Perry commanding
Battlestar Valiant. Flagship.
11 mins after Cylon incursion.
Admiral Perry watched as his squadrons of Vipers went largely unaffected by the Cylon Virus, which he soon found out was thanks to the Graystones interference.
Using this new help to his advantage Perry ordered his fleet of 27 Battlestars and 62 support ships to split up into wolfpacks of 1 Battlestar with 2 or 3 support ships (depending on the size of the Battlestar). Each of these wolfpacks would then attack one of the Basestars descending on Caprica. It was a tactically sound move in terms of taking down as many Basestars as possible before they could launch their nuclear missiles at Caprica.
As the Battlestar Valiant with her 2 escorts (the Chancellor class Gunstar Hermes and the Ghost class light Cruiser Frost) approached their basestar target, the Admiral knew they would not get every Basestar. Caprica would be hit. Just how hard she was to be hit was all that mattered.
"Weapons range in 1 minute sir", the tactical officer informed him.
Looking away from the dradis where he'd been watching his Vipers being decimated without any hope of support and the cylon raider reinforcements launched from a fleet of 20 Basestars holding position past then, the Admiral nodded saying, "Target the centre of the Basestar with bow batteries, constant ripple fire. Fire as soon as we're in range. And tell our escorts to keep any and all Raiders off us"
"Aye sir" she acknowledged.
Just as Admiral Perry thought would happen the Cylons started to launch all their Raiders towards his wolfpack, splitting up into smaller groups the Raiders came for the Valiant from as many angles as they could, every tenth raider with a 10 kilotonne nuclear missile hidden in its shielded bay. Coming from so many angles increased the difficulty of the now manual point defences of the Valiant, Hermes and Frost.
At 30 seconds from weapons range the Raider squadrons started curving in and accelerating towards the Valiant. In return the three ships belched out thousands of shells which blossomed into gold coloured explosions in the faces of the Cylon Raiders. Dozens died from this deadly wall of shrapnel, many more being damaged in some way. But they kept coming.
"Radiological alarm!" the sensors operator called out "Coming from the raiders".A hundred nuclear missiles burst forth homing in on the Valiant just as she entered weapons range of the Basestar, firing her bow cannons as she went one at a time at half second intervals into the center of the Cylon basestar, so that just as the last battery fired the first would have been reloaded and would be ready to fire again.
The nuclear missiles started to slip through the defensive nets of flak striking the mighty Battlestar, shaking her as if in an iron grip. The first ones to her starboard flightpod, slamming into her specially designed armour plated hull. The Battlestar just took it as she ploughed on. Her crew however, were thrown to the ground, the balistic glass lining the entrance to the CIC flexing that much it shattered into a billion pieces.
Gun batteries flared trying to swat the rest of the missiles from the surrounding space, but the results were worse this time as the radiation from the first ones corrupted the dradis. The next wave of missiles struck inside the lower portside flightpod, the intense bright flashes forcing apart welds in the runway, twisting the very fabric of the pod, wiping the LSO's shack from existence and blowing into the hanger and surrounding sections of the ship.
But the mercury class battlestar was an incredibly tough class and even though the Valiant had lost her portside hanger functions she kept on pushing through.
Things would have been a lot worse if there had been Tylium in the hangers tanks, but knowing their Vipers weren't likely to return, the Admiral had ordered it transfered to the main tanks in the main body of the ship and the hangers evacuated of all non essential personnel.
Fires raged throughout the portside hanger, heating the metal of the amunition lockers, threatening to blow them up. In the CIC, the one of the two Deck Chiefs, being one of the few people left standin, vented both the burning portside and the safe starboard hangers to space.
Holding onto the Dradis console for dear life Admiral Perry, with a feral look on his face ordered "Launch all nukes", the keys had already been placed in the slots and the activation codes entered before battle. The XO manning the tactical console due to the normal tactical officer having broken their neck when she had been thrown head first into her console, launched the nukes.
Arching away from the battlestar the missiles were soon struck by the cylon raiders, all but three of them being destroyed straight away, those last three only surviving until missiles launched by the basestar hit them.
The ship shook again, structural beams spearing down from the ceiling and flames bursting from overloaded consoles killing two crew members and seriously injuring a third as more nuclear missiles struck the arms holding the starboard hanger onto the ship ripping the hanger off.
Electricity tore into the main generator in a major feedback pulse blowing the block apart and cutting all power to the ship.
Even as the cruiser and the gunstar continued to fire, the raiders seeing one threat halted turned their attention to the light cruiser Frost throwing all their missiles at it and going into suicide runs, smashing against her body.
Cylon Reserve Fleet
Basestar Kappa Juliet 949 (flagship)
14 minutes after Cylon Incursion
A very striking blonde woman stood with her hands immersed in a flashing red datastream gathering in the data that was this debacle of a battle. It should have been easy, she thought, send the virus, destroy the fleet once they'd been shut down and commence the cleansing of Caprica. Instead...
Instead they'd lost 7 Basestars already and were close to losing 12 more. And it was all thanks to that damn wave of electro-magnetic energy mixed with a code that put even the great Gaius Baltar's best work to shame. "It shouldn't be possible" the number 6 mumbled.
"Evidently it is Nicole" a number 4, James, said with a smirk.
"Frak you" Nicole answered him, her mind on how to defeat the fleet and yet still complete it's goal of tracking all vessels jumping out. She realised thst the Colonial fleet must take precedent. Sending a signal to the hybrid, she ordered it to tell the others to spool their engines and jump in towards the basestars under fire.
Just as they were about to jump, BSG16 jumped into their midst firing everything they had, catching the Cylon fleet off guard.
Whilst BSG16 cut into the Cylon reserve flotilla like a hot knife through butter, Battlestars and escorts fought valiantly against the attacking Cylon fleet whilst dozens of civilian vessels and a handful of marinestars rose out of Caprica's gravity well preparing to jump anywhere but here. A variety of tactics were used by the wolfpacks. But these tactics were dependant on the size of the Battlestar.
The heavier, far stronger Battlestars like the Mercury Class tended to attack head on presenting a low profile and going as fast as they could give a full broadside to the Cylon ship before moving on. However due to the lack of speed of the larger classes and their bigger size, the Cylons found it hard to miss them, especially with the Battlestars not working at peak efficiency.
The faster, smaller, more agile and in many ways weaker classes like the Valkyrie Class tended to speed towards a Basestar firing from their bow batteries before turning and sweeping around the Basestar firing at it with missiles and giving it a full broadside. This of course meant that the weaker Battlestar would take more damage, but it also meant that not only could they give more damage, if needed they could slingshot out of danger and be far enough away before the Cylons could react.
Luck it seemed was on the defence fleet's side when BSG16 hit the Cylon reserve fleet, yet raiders and baseships were still tearing through the defense fleet. Nuclear missiles hammering home that fact. The point defenses of the battlestars, specially designed to be networked, weren't able to hold off enough of the raiders or missiles. Missiles which wore down the defenses eventually destroying dozens of ships.
Basestars seeing that their reinforcements were engaged started to fall back from the defense fleet, buying themselves time whilst Basestars not engaged jumped their raiders to their sister ships to aid them. Eventually, the battlestars started to fall.
The Battlestar Solaria died from a fifty kilotonne nuclear missile cracking her topside hull plating and blowing her tylium reserves. The Battlestar Triton from her destroyer escort Giacchino crashing into her engines locked on at full power. The Battlestar Hera in a suicide run on her second Basestar after she took too much damage to carry on fighting. All hands were lost on the Hera. The list goes on.
Eventually all that was left were two heavily damaged Century Class Battlestars, the Odyssey and the Apollo, both with dead jump drives. A dead on its feet Mercury Class called Perseus, a lightly damaged Venus Class battlestar, the Cicero. And finally a damaged Battlestar Valkyrie.
With them were 9 surviving escorts.
18 Mins after Cylon Incursion
Commander Louise Stone struggled to beleive what just happened as the Battlestar Valkyrie and her last surviving escort the Missilestar Isolde swept past one of the evacuating civilian ships, en route to her third Basestar. How Battlestar Group 16 had burst into the middle of the reserve fleet and sent raptors to destroy the cylon raiders hitting her faraway pilots still surprised her.
"Radiological alarm!...Oh Gods...Commander it's the Basestars they're firing" the reserve sensors operator called out.
Shaking her head Stone clenched the cracked Dradis console with a bloody death grip, glass being forced into her palms. Tens of thousands of fleet personnel lost and it still wasn't enough to quench the Cylon's thirst for blood.
"What do we do?" her XO Samantha Connors asked, an agonised look on her beautiful mature face.
Shaking her head Stone gasped, "There's nothing we can do, we've lost".
The CIC hung their heads in silence as thousands of neutron bombs and nuclear missiles fell into Caprica's atmosphere. Civilian ships struggled to take off due to the excess weight on board, more struggled to leave the atmosphere.
Civilians and citizens fought to be on the last ships to leave Caprica's surface not knowing they were already doomed.
Raptors launched from BSG 16 jumped from in the atmosphere.
An army of Ciphers, the survivors of a psychological war on the hybrids in the attacking fleet, many of whom would have lasting brain damage, were ordered to safe locations across the planet.
An unwilling traitor forced to the ground and protected by his Cylon lover.
A scientist and her three friends repositioning ships and double checking equations for maximum effect.
A star pyramid player in high altitude training in the mountains near Delphi.
A resurrected human ensuring that the ciphers are safe.
A transport ship owned by the organisation jumping from low atmosphere.
Some soldiers, hearing the end coming over the wireless and knowing they were going to die, prayed whilst others stepped back from the barriers they had been manning, controlling the influx of evacuating civilians to the still waiting ships. Thousands surged forward through the gaps seeking the refuge of the already packed ships, crushing, trampling and killing thousands in their mad surge, a stampede right out of nature.
Captains fearful for their own lives, cut the umbilicals connecting them to the shipyards and feeding them water, liguid oxygen, nitrogen and tylium. Military officers by their side, ordered here by command to watch over and protect the civilian ships. Those same Captains and officers feeding power to the engines, spooling their jumpdrives, fighting to get their ships in the air as the end drew near. A bright flash surging through the windows.
Mushrooms clouds, roiling in turbulence and nuclear fire surging across the shipyards, destroying buildings and ships. Melting flesh from bone. Millions died instantly.
Neutron bombs detonating over the towns and cities killing all organic life with their high intensity radiation. Hundreds of them, thousands.
When the nuclear fires had died down...
And the bombs had stopped falling...
The great cities, still stood.
All but a few of their inhabitants lay dead.
One more missile came flashing down. Stronger and far deadlier than all others.
This one was specially designed.
Hitting the ground at freedom park in the centre of Caprica City, an explosion buried the nuclear missile hundreds of feet below the surface.
In a bunker far below, a President cried out his voice breaking "WE SURRENDER!"
This time he was answered.
The bomb, hundreds of feet below the ground, exploded. The shockwaves forcing apart the soil, cracking the bedrock and collapsing the roof of the Lair of the Phoenix.
More than 4 billion people lay dead.
The Odyssey and the Apollo turned to leave.
Seeing she couldn't do anything else here Commander Stone ordered those ships whose jump drives were damaged beyond repair to evacuate to the surviving fleet. Then before the Cylons had time to react, her fleet had jumped to collect the few surving vipers left and then to Virgon.
Soon after them the Cylon fleet moved onto Gemenon.
25 mins. After Cylon Incursion.
A face covered in a gas mask, body garbed in an orange jumpsuit, flashlight on the breast pocket and trailing an uncoiling heavy cable, stepped through the shattered glass into the CIC. His flashlight illuminating the smoke filled interior catching on the slumped and dieing body of the Admiral. The CMO doing everything he can to stem the bleeding coming from the Admiral's right thigh.
Handing the cable to a crew member with a burnt face covered in blackened bandages, the Deck Chief went over to the dieing Admiral. "Sir..." his cracked voice catching in his throat as a small handful of terminals in the shattered CIC lit up.
"Chief..." the Admiral croaked "...how bad is it?"
Shaking his head the Chief replied "As bad as it gets sir...We've lost the primary generator, a third of our jump coils, the majority of our engineers and crew...The list goes on sir. As it is we can get 1 maybe 2 short range jumps out of her before she dies".
Gritting his teeth through the pain in his leg the Admiral joked "Sounds better maintained than usual..." The chief and the doctor smiled. "...Very well, if we only have 1 jump left then get us to Virgon. Hopefully Nagala hasn't been hit yet".
Worried the, Chief replied "Sir, we barely have any surviving weapons left..."
"We have one" Perry replied, both of them knowing what he meant.
Twenty minutes later the battered warship jumped to Virgon.
Viper sqaudron out of Battlestar Galactica
25 minutes after Cylon Incursion
"Dradis contacts" Helo shouted over the wireless to the CAG.
Boomer seeing them, transmitted "I show ten...no make that five new raiders on approach, course 324 karom 110, speed 7 decimal 3. Time to intercept 1 minute 20".
"Why the frak didn't we see them sooner". Major Jackson 'Dipper' Spencer, Vigilantes CAG asked over the wireless.
"I'm sorry sir they just jumped in and are throwing up a lot of interference" Boomer replied.
"All Vipers, break off into 4 man sections. Do not engage the Cylons, just put space between you. These raiders are able to infiltrate our systems" Major Jackson Spencer, the Vigilantes CAG called out. Upon receipt of his orders the two squadrons (12 vipers each) that made up his group broke up into 6 four man teams, each heading away from each other.
30 seconds passed before Boomer spoke, "Dipper, we're looking at two, I repeat, two Raiders. One is on a course for our section and the other towards section 3. ETA 15 seconds".
"Frak...Boomer get clear, you've done all you can".
Pulling up and away Boomer acknowledged the command.
The two Raiders opened their visors, a red light scrolling back and forth, pulsing as a Virus went out hitting their respective Vipers. Immediately systems shut down on the Vipers sending them into an out of control tumbling motion. Other safe sections could only watch in horror as the Raiders started firing missiles out at the stricken Vipers.
In a bright flash the Battlestar Galactica burst onto the scene, almost immediately firing out museum piece MK-II Vipers towards the enemy, splitting them into two six man sections, each going for its own Raider.
"All Mark sevens are ordered to land, combat landings authorised. I repeat all Mark sevens are ordered to land..." rang out from the wireless in Boomers Raptor.
The missiles struck. But not before the affected Viper pilots ejected, explosive bolts blowing the cockpit canopies free and the seats rocketing out on collumns of compressed gas. Vipers exploded and disintegrated under the assault, shrapnel blowing into the faces of those Pilots who were unlucky enough to be too close to the Vipers.
One Raider seeing the assault from the old Mk twos coming launched its 3 nuclear missiles at the defenceless Galactica. Vipers further splitting up into 2 three man sections, one going after the nukes and the other the Raider.
The Raider going for a head on attack on the Vipers approaching it, littered space with bullets. The central Viper blowing her ventral thrusters, throwing her out of the bullets plane, at the same time she opened up with her own cannons ripping ripping the port wing off and puncturing deep into the heart of the Raider, effectively killing it from her vantage point.
With time to spare the 3 missiles were taken care of far from Galactica's armored hull.
The other Raider, calculating that attacking the Vipers heading its way would only result in resurrection instead turned its focus on a much closer and easier object.
"The Raider's firing at us...six missiles inbound" Helo shouted at Boomer. Pulling into a series of evasive maneuvers, Boomer dropped one if it's decoys, tricking one missile into following it.
"Frak! I'm dropping the rest" Boomer said. Four more missiles were fooled into attacking the two decoys. But all that was needed was one.
As the four missiles exploded when they hit the decoys, a great cavalcade of shrapnel was blown out, some striking the Raptor, puncturing a hole into its cabin and blowing through Helo's leg. Air was sucked out of the cabin until Helo slapped a clamp over the hole. But they were done they new it. The vipers were just too far away taking care of the last Raider.
With just metres seperating them Boomer called out "Jump" as she performed a blind jump. The last missile, caught in the vortex of the jump, exploded adding its shrapnel and shockwave to the disappearing Raptor's hull.
28 mins after Cylon Incursion
"Sir, Boomer just jumped" leiutenant Felix Gaeta called out.
"What?" Colonel Tigh replied, "Why?" his attention had been on the first raider being taken out by Starbuck.
"She was being pursued by a missile sir, I beleive she used up all her dummies. I...I think it was a blind jump sir. She wouldn't have had time to calculate one", Felix answered downheartedly.
Adama looking down from the dradis where the last raider had been destroyed muttered "And so it begins". Looking at Tigh "Colonel dispatch the rescue raptors. Once they're in, recall all vipers and jump us to Ragnar. I'll be in my office".
The Colonel carried out the orders.
Soon after they found out that Captain Baker, Leiutenant Welch, Leiutenant Tate and Major Spencer had been killed in action.
Well the end of another chapter. It was originally going to be longer but in the end, the main focus of this chapter was the Battle of Caprica.
At the end I've put up a timeline of the known war so far. This is mainly because even I was confused by the current times.
Be back soon with the next chapter. Reviews appreciated.
5 minutes. Scorpia fleet shipyards destroyed.
8 minutes. President arrives
8.5 mins. picon hq destroyed
9 mins. nuclear bombardment of Scorpia commences.
10 mins. Caprica antivirus works
11 mins. CDF vipers engage raiders
11 mins. Admiral Perry CDF Valiant launches attack on Cylon Fleet
12 mins. Picon's fleet destroyed
15 mins. Nagala takes command.
15 mins. Graystones confirm antivirus works
15 mins. BSG16 arrives caprica
15.5 mins. raptors-1 destroy second wave raiders
16.5 mins. raptors-1 destroy first wave raiders.
16.5 mins. raptors-2 destroy basestars.
17.5 mins. BSG16 jumps out
18 mins. Galactica receives news Nagala in command.
18.5 mins. Basestars nuke Caprica.
19 mins. nuclear bombardment of Picon commences.
25 mins. Caprica Defence fleet jumps to Virgon.