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CIC Battlestar Mercury The CAG stood near the center of CIC. She was on the phone barking orders at her air wing. She still near the center, the normal place of the Battlestar commander. She was oblivious to anything other than orders she was giving. She had a mental picture in her mind. This was […]

The Cylon hybrid stood up a little straighter and it’s tub. Water splashed. It looked a little more alert, a little more lucid than usual. Most of the time and spoke gibberish and none of the humanoid Cylons paid it much attention. “The final test is within range. Is the moon at the right height?

Weaponized: Life of a network router Chaoter 8 seems to be MIA! Read on I will find it if its important. The computer program ran very few cycles per hour. However it managed to remotely wake up every network device on the battlestar. The process hit only taken a few milliseconds. Install the tiny program,

9 hours before the attack. Eva “Yevka” Lawson, call sign Joker was used to picking fights with LSO’s and winning. Pilots look down I’m these important officers. If they were real officers they will be flying not directing traffic. This was the attitude throughout the fleet.  LSO stood for landing signals officer. These officers with

12 hours before the attacks Peter Finch was an enlisted man from Aerilon. Not highly educated, he had joined the fleet to escape poverty and a possible criminal conviction. He was a mechanic. He followed instructions. Sometimes they were complex script sometimes not. He walked into the maintenance shop in the morning and picked up

On patrol 100 km from the Cylon frontier. Lieutenant Maria Ramirez was an IT specialist assigned to the Mercury. She was about 80 kilos, medium height with straight black hair, streaked with splashes of white. She stood up straight outside the Admiral’s office. She was bringing the ships commander bad news and that would never

“Attention on deck,” said the pilot at the podium.” Over three hundred viper and raptor pilots dressed in flight suits stood up in theater seating. “Commander Air Group on deck.” Eva Lawson was dressed in a perfectly pressed blue uniform. Her black hair was tied into a tiny knot behind her head. She moved with

Eva “Yevka” Lawson was piloting a raptor, something she deemed a necessary evil. A 41 year old viper pilot she had done this one job all of her career. She had been removed as Commander Air Group of the Atlantia the flagship of the colonial fleet for getting drunk and sleeping with Admiral Nagama’s son,

In a Mk.7 Viper “Viper niner one niner you are cleared to land on the port pod. Manual landing, call the ball.” Of course the Admiral remembered that they were no auto landings on the Battlestar Solaria museum. In spite of a shaky right hand, Samuel Mueller expertly piloted his Mark VII viper. Having his

Admiral Mueller A database crash and corrupt backup caused the first nine chapters of the story to be lost. Although I can send it to be well-written I think I could do better and I’m endeavoring to do so a new version of the story. Please enjoy this story is not written for profit it