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The Galactica, heading back home to Caprica to become a museum unit, gets an unexpected DRADIS Alert

--Excerpt--

Forgotten Ones- Part 2 (of 3)

“Action stations, action stations, set condition one throughout the ship.” The voice of Felix Gaeta blared through Galactica‘s service corridors, and Colonel Saul Tigh increased his speed. After a lifetime of military service he knew that the old military proverb “hurry up and wait” was completely true. He also knew, that when you actually had to hurry up, you better hurry the frak up like it’s a matter or life or death, because it usually was.

“What do we have? Shipping accident?” He grumbled as he stormed into the CiC, only noticing a moment later that Bill was already there. It was the only scenario he could think off to set condition one. He knew that this sector was mostly empty, apart from a Colonial Heavy that wasn’t supposed to arrive for another hour.

“Dradis contact, eight unknowns, capital-class. Condition one is set, all decks report ready for action.” Gaeta answered, not turning his attention away from the tactical consol he was manning. Good multitasking Tigh decided after a moment, not letting the presence of a superior officer affect his focus. Gaeta was getting better, at the start of his tour Tigh’s very presence would have launched his from his seat.

Tigh glanced at the dradis screen, seeing eight yellow unknown at extreme dradis range, matching velocity and direction with Galactica. The size was large, not as large as Galactica, but still enough to be considered a capital ship.

“We began to pick up some ghosts on the dradis a few minutes ago, and then they jumped in… Warbook has an identification, eight strikestars, all Perseus-class.” Gaeta barked, and a few moments later the dradis display changed to show the new information.

Tigh began to mentally go through what he knew of the Perseus-class. Older class, about a hundred still in service. No small-craft capability apart from some cargo shuttles. Heavily armoured, armed with a mixture of rail gun batteries and missile pods, all for anti-capital ship use. Good engine output, sturdy design, even by modern battlestar standards. A solid and balanced frontline warship, but lacking force projection due to lack of small craft. Up close and personal however they could deliver a punch that would turn anyone’s day into a nightmare.

The colour was still yellow, meaning that either all of their wireless and IFF broadcasters were broken, or they were running dark, minimal emissions. Possibly spooks in intel running some cloak and dagger mission, though he didn’t think they had such a large force at their disposal. Could possibly be a retirement prank…

Doubtful, while all of Galactica’s munitions stores stood empty, she was still armed with five functioning nuclear missiles that would be removed first after their arrival at Caprica. Dropping eight warships inside dradis range without active IFF would startle any battlestar commander, and while Tigh knew Adama wasn’t one of them, a jumpy commander could easily have mistaken them for Cylons and shared a couple of very concentrated doses of sunshine.

Blue on blue fire happened a couple of times every year.

“Alert vipers?” Adama asked, eyes fully focused on the dradis. Jolly and the rest of the CAP was far away on the other side of Galactica, and it would take a few minutes for them to get back, much less head towards the unknowns.

“In the tubes, ready to launch.” Gaeta confirmed.

“AWAC‘s?” Bill continued.

“Raptors are on the elevator now, ready in less then two minutes.” Gaeta barked without missing a beat.

“No communications attempt by unknown, though I’m picking up a steady digital transmission on one of the lower bands. Wireless can’t crack the encryption nor recognize the cipher-prefix they are transmitting. “ Dualla said, fully intent on her station.

Tigh turned to Dualla in surprise, while Galactica was about to be decommissioned she still had the full set of encryptions the fleet used. He moved over and glanced over her shoulder.

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Description
As seen from the last episode - lexikimble.deviantart.com/art/…

The Storythread Index = f
www.deviantart.com/users/outgo…

From the first Chapter -
forums.spacebattles.com/thread…

The Galactica, heading back home to Caprica to become a museum unit, gets an unexpected DRADIS Alert

--Excerpt--

Forgotten Ones- Part 2 (of 3)

“Action stations, action stations, set condition one throughout the ship.” The voice of Felix Gaeta blared through Galactica‘s service corridors, and Colonel Saul Tigh increased his speed. After a lifetime of military service he knew that the old military proverb “hurry up and wait” was completely true. He also knew, that when you actually had to hurry up, you better hurry the frak up like it’s a matter or life or death, because it usually was.

“What do we have? Shipping accident?” He grumbled as he stormed into the CiC, only noticing a moment later that Bill was already there. It was the only scenario he could think off to set condition one. He knew that this sector was mostly empty, apart from a Colonial Heavy that wasn’t supposed to arrive for another hour.

“Dradis contact, eight unknowns, capital-class. Condition one is set, all decks report ready for action.” Gaeta answered, not turning his attention away from the tactical consol he was manning. Good multitasking Tigh decided after a moment, not letting the presence of a superior officer affect his focus. Gaeta was getting better, at the start of his tour Tigh’s very presence would have launched his from his seat.

Tigh glanced at the dradis screen, seeing eight yellow unknown at extreme dradis range, matching velocity and direction with Galactica. The size was large, not as large as Galactica, but still enough to be considered a capital ship.

“We began to pick up some ghosts on the dradis a few minutes ago, and then they jumped in… Warbook has an identification, eight strikestars, all Perseus-class.” Gaeta barked, and a few moments later the dradis display changed to show the new information.

Tigh began to mentally go through what he knew of the Perseus-class. Older class, about a hundred still in service. No small-craft capability apart from some cargo shuttles. Heavily armoured, armed with a mixture of rail gun batteries and missile pods, all for anti-capital ship use. Good engine output, sturdy design, even by modern battlestar standards. A solid and balanced frontline warship, but lacking force projection due to lack of small craft. Up close and personal however they could deliver a punch that would turn anyone’s day into a nightmare.

The colour was still yellow, meaning that either all of their wireless and IFF broadcasters were broken, or they were running dark, minimal emissions. Possibly spooks in intel running some cloak and dagger mission, though he didn’t think they had such a large force at their disposal. Could possibly be a retirement prank…

Doubtful, while all of Galactica’s munitions stores stood empty, she was still armed with five functioning nuclear missiles that would be removed first after their arrival at Caprica. Dropping eight warships inside dradis range without active IFF would startle any battlestar commander, and while Tigh knew Adama wasn’t one of them, a jumpy commander could easily have mistaken them for Cylons and shared a couple of very concentrated doses of sunshine.

Blue on blue fire happened a couple of times every year.

“Alert vipers?” Adama asked, eyes fully focused on the dradis. Jolly and the rest of the CAP was far away on the other side of Galactica, and it would take a few minutes for them to get back, much less head towards the unknowns.

“In the tubes, ready to launch.” Gaeta confirmed.

“AWAC‘s?” Bill continued.

“Raptors are on the elevator now, ready in less then two minutes.” Gaeta barked without missing a beat.

“No communications attempt by unknown, though I’m picking up a steady digital transmission on one of the lower bands. Wireless can’t crack the encryption nor recognize the cipher-prefix they are transmitting. “ Dualla said, fully intent on her station.

Tigh turned to Dualla in surprise, while Galactica was about to be decommissioned she still had the full set of encryptions the fleet used. He moved over and glanced over her shoulder.

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Characters/nBSG © NBC Universal

Commission - kclcmdr