“I hate these new digital logs,”
Lawson said. “I have to have my hair done just to record the
musings of my fraked up mind for the sake of history. Anyway, we are
at Picon, assembling a refugee fleet with the best firepower we can
bring to bear. No cylon activity yet, but count on them to make it
hard on us.”
Day 2 Day 342 after the fall.
Admiral Lawson vlog.
“The fist jump was easy. Cylons just
sniffed around to get a DRADIS picture of our fleet. They will throw
fast small ships at us because we can’t be nible escorting these
Day 3 Day 343 after the fall.
Admiral Lawson vlog.
“Light contact during jump 2. Ammunition use is high. Our forces were on station with quick repair workshops. Fleet is operating comfortable. Every jump there are more toasters.
Day 4 Day 344 after the fall.
Admiral Lawson vlog.
“Lost two pilots today. Jump 3 cost
us thumper an cueball, two very experienced pilots.”
Sick bay: Doctor Farragut writes in her
diary. “Casualties came in after this jump. There are not enough
doctors to staff every ship in this fleet. They come in after the
jump. Burns and shrapnel wounds from armor and hull breaches. The
pilots are getting shot up as well. It’s meatball surgery as we have
so many wounded, all we can do is triage and keep as many people
alive as possible. We are adding wards for the long term wounded. We
will not be able to get some people treatment by civilian doctors.
The plastic surgeons are going to be busy.
Day 5 Day 345 after the fall.
Admiral Lawson vlog.
“Jump 5 coming up. Jump 4 cost us
three nuggets and two from the deck gang. A viper in the repair bay
was not secured properly and fell, badly wounding our deck chief.
Needless lost. I don’t blame them, those crews are overworked. I went
down and did a two hour shift, striping a landing skid damaged in
a combat landing.”
Sick bay: Doctor Farragut writes in her
“Doctor Jameson is a petty dictator
that remembers everything and he has no problem using his rank to
abuse his authority. That is balanced against his skill as a trauma
surgeon. He can look at a wounded crew member, take a quick look at
vital signs and immediately determine whether the wounded person can
survive or not. I’m a psychiatrist, trained in PTSD, but am also a
medical doctor and when I check Jameson’s work it never seems to be
Day 6 Day 346 after the fall.
Admiral Lawson vlog.
“The entire CIC crew took time
helping out the deck gang. Others were turned away because there was
not enough space. Damaged bird could dropped from 67 to 21. How many
will we damage in jump 6?”
Day 7 Day 347 after the fall.
Admiral Lawson vlog.
“Cylons sent in three waves of ships.
For some reason we did not get bracketed. Heavy damage to the air
wing and the civilian transports. Trying a new formation using the
three big battlestars to put up a massive flak wall. Worked well.”
Sick bay: Doctor Farragut writes in her
diary. “Hundred and ninety casualties came in after Jump seven. Ten
of them came in DOA. The rest, we managed to save, stabilize and
transfer out patients to a medical ship with long range jump
capability. Jameson is a dedicated doctor. He threatened to castrate
the civilian medical personnel if any patients died on the way back
to a civilian hospital. He is a bastard, but he fights like a lion
for his patients. That mitigates a lot.”
Day 8 Day 348 after the fall.
Admiral Lawson vlog.
“Lost 12 pilots today, another dozen
wounded. Repair backlog up to 90 Vipers. Some pilots will sit out
jump 8 due to lack of hardware. Port pod deck chief begged me no more
volunteer knuckle draggers. Quality assurance was dropping and she is
afraid a pilot might get killed. I told her check the records and
weed out the sloppy mechanics. Like she has time for that. My
nickname was changed from Admiral slut to Admiral asshole. Earned
Sick bay: Doctor Farragut writes in her
“Doctor Jameson is always rushing me.
Always trying to make me work faster. The wounded come in fast and
furious. I know I have to work faster. I find myself fantasizing
about murdering him, slowly.”
Day 9 Day 349 after the fall.
Admiral Lawson vlog.
“Air wing did a great job taking out
the forward Cylon formation. Casualties were pretty low for anti-ship
operations against heavy gunships.”
Day 10 Day 350 after the fall.
Admiral Lawson vlog.
“We got clobbered on jump 9. Fortunately the pop up repair ships met us after jump 9. All warships repaired. Ammunition was not replenished.
Admiral Lawson vlog.
“Post mission. We lost an Artemis on
jump 10. First run to get over ten thousand souls out alive. Dropped
the civilian loss rate from 34% to 29%. Yay team. I am going to sleep
for ten days. I wish. Pilot losses were heavy, nearly 20% of our
forces. This is going to have a major impact on the entire fleet.
Sick bay: Doctor Farragut writes in her
“Over the course of this ten jump
Anabasis run, we treated two thousand wounded. A number of civilian
ships were destroyed. We saved over 10,00 souls, many of which were
suffering from radiation poisoning. We lost nearly 5,000. Time for
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They got ten days “off” between
missions. Admiral Lawson led a huge fleet to make the next run to the
old colonies as they were now often referred to as.
It took seven days for Rose Carey’s
team to get through the viper and raptor repair backlog.
Then there were three days of off shore
leave. The shipyard was too vulnerable if they were let off their
posts. So while amor was replaced and upgraded on the outside of the
ships, the exhausted pilots and deck crews and many others slept in
for up to 14 hours a day.
An amusement park of sorts was set up
in the port hangar bay of the Saturn. The starboard bay featured a
bar and music.
After putting in a few shifts helping
with the repair backlog, the pilots felt less guilty about taking
time off and started to filter into the amusement setup, for the
young and innocent. For most suffering PTSD it was the temporary bar
set up on the starboard hanger deck.
There was a pretty good selection of
drink mixes. Cruiser, drowning the memory of two dead nugget trainees
suddenly thought of Rose Carey and remembered she liked tropical
drinks. So he found a pineapple coconut mix had the bartender add in
some Tauron rum and unsteadily walked to where the knuckle draggers
were still working on the viper backlog.
Carey was ready to tear into him but
remembered how fragile he was for that second nugget, took the drink,
put it on a maintenance trolly and whispered into his ear. “Bring
enough for my entire crew and I will give them two hours off.” She
gestured at the trolly.
Fifteen minutes later he and some
actually sober pilots were back with a trolly full of drinks and
snacks for Carey’s team.
“Two hours down time!” Carey
announced. “One drink per customer then its all virgin drinks.”
She noted in her logs that the hour before the break they completed
repairs on two Mk.7 vipers. The two hours after the break they
averaged almost 4 vipers per hour. She smiled thinking she should
write a management book.
* * *
Lieutenant Tamar Miller sat across the
table from Bruce Jenkins. Miller aged 28 had just been promoted to
squadron commander, Jenkins aged 24 had just made Lieutenant was the
assistant squadron commander of the same squadron.
The pair had served together on the
Mercury and later the Saturn in different squadrons. They had dated
for a little over three months. Two weeks ago, Miller’s promotion had
brought that relationship to a grinding halt.
“There are other assistant squadron
commander slots in the fleet,” Miller said calmly, willing herself
not to fidget.
“I like the squadron I’m in,” he
replied. “Watching your six,” he smirked looking over the edge of
the table. “Is definitely a choice assignment.”
“Regulations are clear. There are no
relationships allowed within the same command,” she said. “As
much as I will miss it, we are on hold.”
“If we stay discreet, I don’t see the
issue. Things have changed. Our home worlds are irradiated and many
billions are dead.”
“You know how personal relationships
were used against Admiral Lawson,” Miller pointed out.
“So what? They still made her an
“You know she was slut shamed and
“Investigated for sleeping with a
toaster,” he interrupted. “Are you a toaster? I’m not.”
“Everything we do including whether
we decide to frak reflects on her as she is Commander in Chief of the
entire fleet. The regulation is in force. I will follow it.”
Jenkins put his drink on the table,
making a loud noise.
“Thank you for your time,” Squadron
commander, he said angrily.
Sausage, the CAG of the Saturn, James
Redding and recently promoted to captain approached Lieutenant
Miller. “That was hard,” he said.
“Frak off … Sir.” she briefly
considered throwing a drink in his face. “I know that following the
regulations that it protects the Admiral. You can stay the frak away
from me until we start the operation.”
Day 331 jump 1. Total jumps for
Rose Carey in her diary: Jump one is
behind us. No pilots lost, six vipers damaged.
Day 332 jump 2.
Vlog of James “Sausage” Redding.
“Jump two was like a training
exercise. The toasters know what we are doing and each jump they
throw more forces at us. Two minutes of combat. Several missiles did
make it through. No pilots lost, very little damage to the birds.
Combat landings broke a couple of landing struts. The chief keeps
complaining about needless combat landings. Soon they wont be
Day 333 since the fall. Jump 3.
“This is black hair, we just let
through three missiles. That is too many. Get back to your patrol
locations. Engage raiders only on my command squadron. They are
feinting, making false runs to pull us out of position.”
“Sausage to black hair, engage that
“Aye! Blue squadron engage!”
“Fleet is taking fire!” Ramirez
barked on the channel wanting better performance.
Rose Carey in her diary. “Fifteen
birds damaged. Lost two pilots. Frakking toasters.”
Day 334 since the fall, Jump 4 14 total
outbound Anabasis jumps.
“This is Cruiser, lead ship is
putting fire on Athena. Do we engage?”
“Three enemy ships just jumped in on
the fleets six, do we engage?” Miller asked.
“Negative,” Ramirez ordered. “RTB
fast we are spooling up. PCM will take care of it. Combat landings
Rose Carey to her diary “21 bent
birds between the four assigned squadrons. Lost a raptor and two
vipers. 4 more dead pilots. This is peace? We should nuke the Cylon
Day 335 since the fall Jump 5 total of
15 outbound Anabasis jumps.
“Sausage to Black Hair, missile just
got through and hit an Artemis. Another one reports being hacked. Oh
frak fireball on my wing. Tornado where the hell are you?”
“That was Tornado,” Bruce Jenkins
Rose Carey fell asleep her head in her
diary, having written nothing.
Day 336 since the fall Jump 6 total of
16 outbound Anabasis jumps.
“All ships engage lead Nemesis with
forward guns. CAG, Sausage whatever second Nemesis broke through.
Assign a squadron.” Commander Ramirez ordered. Where was the XO?
“Go get them blue squadron,”
“Wilco,” Miller’s voice sounded
“Radiological alarm. An Argos just
fired a nuke!”
“Second nuke!” Red squadron has it.
“Am I red or blue?” a confused
“Arachne just jumped in close!”
“Firing solution main guns salvo
“Splash one Nemesis!”
“Saturn just took a salvo in
navigation. Who was supposed to intercept?” Sausage asked.
“Athena purple team!”
“RTB all ships show green. Combat
Rose Carey writes. “We have 30 birds
to fix, will only get to twenty. Welcome to my backlogged list ten
Day 337 since the fall Jump 7 total of
17 outbound Anabasis jumps.
James “Sausage” Redding vlog: Heavy
air resistance today. Lost another friend.
Commander Maria Ramirez: Written log.
“Made it through without losing a ship. Record is what 8 jumps.
Three more experienced pilots died today. CAG is sounding unsteady.
Got hit on three sides. Considering formation changes. To what?”
Day 338 since the fall Jump 8 total of
18 outbound Anabasis jumps.
Rose Carey in diary. “The enemy
upgraded to Revenant gunships today. Where are they getting all this
“Nuke! Coming in hot,” Tamar
Miller said “I got it!”
“Theres two! One just detonated off
the flight pod of an Artemis.”
“This is Avenger, we need help. Lost
pressure in the port flight pod.”
“All birds on the deck. ”Keep flak
up. All ships jump jump jump.”
Day 339 since the fall Jump 9 total of
19 outbound Anabasis jumps.
“We got base stars. First war saucer
“Just took a missile salvo on the
bow. Avenger is in trouble.”
“Mark seven squadrons engage. Mark
two on defense,” Ramirez ordered on the flight channel.
“More tangos just jumped in!”
“Splash two Nemesis,” Sausage
“Two nukes inbound. They are going
“Scratch a Revenant gunship!”
“We just lost Avenger!”
“Frak, there are too many of them.”
“DRADIS Arachne just jumped in
“We have boarders. Repeat. First war
centurions have boarded us.”
“Scratch another I dunno, it was
“RTB all birds. Combat landings. Flak
up jump jump jump!”
Day 340 since the fall Jump 10 total of
20 outbound Anabasis jumps. Hell ends again.
The Captain of the Tiblisi had looked
at the recon. The entire fleet was in danger if someone did not lead
some of the Cylon forces away.
With no approval he spoke to his crew
and revealed his plan. “We will jump on the other side of the Cylon
fleet and force them to pursue,” he said.
“Our vipers?” asked his XO who was
really an LT junior grade.
“1 squadron on defense. The other
assignment will be to protect the refugees.”
“Off loaded to the big battlestars.”
“So say we all Sir.”
“Here are a list of nonessentials we
are moving to Athena, your name is on it XO.”
“I stand with my shipmates,” he
crossed his arms defiantly.
“So say we all!” Said the CIC crew.
Ten minutes later….
“Flak is offline all systems down.
“It’s been my greatest honor serving
with you. The captain braced for impact.”
8157 souls saved.
Ramirez put every member of that crew
in for a medal.
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The day after she was promoted to Admiral Commander Lawson, rather Admiral Lawson was greeted with a wireless call in her office on the Mercury. The buzzing was annoying so she answered it immediately.It was her executive officer Major Simmons.
“Do you have a conference call with Commander Ramirez and Admiral Cobb. Corey Brooks is also on the conference call.” He reported.
“Who is it?” She asked.
“It’s audio only but he says his brother cavil a model number one humanoid Cylon. Everyone is waiting for you to join the call.”
“Don’t let me slow you down put
“Them sir?” He asked.
“A little Cylon joke,” she smiled.
“We have an announcement for you
humans. We have decided that the attack on the colonies was a
mistake. We lowered ourselves to the level of humans and committed
atrocities. We are going to leave the colonies now. They are yours to
inhabit again no harm no foul.”
Corey Brooks answered him, “No harm no foul? You exterminated billions and left our worlds to be irradiated for hundreds of thousands of years. You’re just calling that even?”
” Funny that’s what Adama and said when we told him. President Roslyn promoted him to Admiral weeks before you got your new job. Funny. I think he’s your senior officer now by a few weeks.”
“Are you in contact with him can
you take a message to them?” Asked Cory Brooks.
“Well we’ve temporary lost track of them. They’ll probably do something self-destructive and put us back on the trail. We’d rather not they join forces with you. Five Mercury class vessels and 2 Jupiter battle stars is a little bit too much firepower for you.”
“Good try,” Ramirez said
“Anyway,” the model number one
continued. “Just a some political crisis for you Baltar has been
elected president of the colonies. You see they don’t know you exist.
Do you think he’s going to be very helpful to us as your peoples
leader?” he asked. “I do.”
“Well thank you for nothing,”
Admiral Lawson remarked.
“Please let us finish,” the
humanoid model continued. “There was a rebellion on all 12 of
the colonies. They no longer have us to fight. They also no longer
have access to anti-radiation medication. There were about 30,000 of
them are all 12 colonies. Are you going to let them die a horrible
death of radiation poisoning? Or you could surprise us and rescue
your fellow humans.”
“Why did you tell us this?”
“Well we’re not as bad as humans
we can’t just leave them to be slowly killed. We prefer killing
people quickly with nuclear weapons.”
There were some interference at some
grumbling on the human side of the conference call.
“You should be careful we’ve lost track of some of our brothers in some relics from the first war with the humans. I now declare that the second war between the Cylon and human is over. Good luck and safe travels.”
“Admiral Lawson,” the executive of the People’s Council ordered. I would like you to send recon into the colonies and validate this models words. We will prepare rescue missions as soon as you let us know it safe.
The intel did not look very good. It
would take ten jumps to get the refugees from their home colony to an
assembly point where they could be transferred to other ships.
There was a convention of obsolete
Cylon ships jumping from place to place, looking for a fight. This
was peace, Cylon style.
Admiral Lawson walked up to the lectern
in the pilot ready room of the Athena. She had reluctantly given her
XO command of the Athena. Crews were pretty thin and they were
pulling pilots out of training to put them to work.
Though this was the pilots ready room,
there were several knuckle draggers present. This was acknowledgment
of the important role that would be played by the maintenance team.
“During the first Cylon war, they
called this the Anabasis run. Ten jumps to get refugees from outlying
outposts back to Caprica. This time we will be taking them from the
Colonies to our new homes. It will take 10 jumps and it will be
“The Cylons left a large number of
older ships and Cylons behind, with the intention of making us spend
resources of blood and treasure to recover these people. The average
run could bring us 15,000 refugees. These people have fought the
Cylons for nearly a year. A lot of them will be available for us to
crew some more ships and strengthen our defenses for when the war
“These people are running low on
radiation meds. They need our help. We are going to do our best for
them and minimize our losses. It will be approximately one jump per
day. We may have to keep this up for twenty or perhaps 30 days.”
“Your are going to be exhausted. You will need to do more than your best. We have 318,000 souls under your protection. If we increase that a lot, we will get stronger. Any questions?”
“If the Cylons left the Colonies, why
can’t we just move back in?” An orange suited viper maintenance
“The radiation from all those nukes
has left the twelve colonies uninhabitable,” Ramirez took the
question. “It may be a hundred thousand years or more before these
worlds can be safe. They may never be safe.”
“It is going to be one jump per day.
You need to keep the freighters and the Celestra’s safe. You will be
drawing your supplies off one and parts needed for repairs off the
other,” Lawson said forcefully. “Jump off tomorrow 0600 hours.
Lets do this!”
A chorus of “So say we all” echoed
through the room.
Rose Carey was a level 6 maintenance
technician, who had mustered out of the Colonial fleet two weeks
before the attacks on the Colonies. She was on a cruise ship with her
fiancee when it was damaged during the initial assault on Gemenon.
The ship managed with the help of herself and a dozen other former
Colonial Fleet veterans to make emergency repairs and reach a muster
point set up for refugees.
After three months in a refugee camp,
moving twice she was more than happy to get into the service. She
served several months on a Valkyrie, before being promoted and sent
to the Mercury. She was made an assistant deck chief there and
transferred to the Saturn when it was commissioned.
She was bitter, her fiancee had been killed several weeks back and was glad to have a place to sleep and get three meals a day. Sleep was often forgotten during the high operational tempo that was maintained for months.
She got up the morning of the first
jump back from Tauron and was very pleased. There was only light
damage to a couple of vipers. The enemy force sent to stop them was
not very strong.
She made a note in her diary.
Day 310 of the second war.
Easy day. Ten planes damaged, not big
deal. If this is all the Cylons can bring we are going to be okay.
Bruce Jenkins was a 24 year old viper
pilot, having graduated from the VR school on the Saturn and doing
actual flight training on an old Artemis class battlestar. He was
assigned to the Saturn and then promoted to Lieutenant and assigned
to help new pilots assimilate.
On his first mission of the Anabasis run, he had intercepted some inbound ordinance and assisted on a kill in his Mark seven viper. It was a pretty good day. He did not keep a diary, but he made sure to give Rose Carey a high five as she checked his viper. “Nice one,” he said.
Day 311 of the war. Jump 2. Resistance
had been stepped up. A couple of viper pilots had gotten blotted out
of the sky today. Another dozen had gotten shot up pretty good. There
was smoke coming out of his high engine when he did the final
checklist. Rose Carey sniffed and checked the undercarriage of the
Mk.7. There was damage and hydraulic fluid was leaking.
“Can you get it ready for the next
op?” Jenkins asked, apologetically. “Yeah probably,” she said,
wiping grease off her forehead. “It’s going to take a while.”
“You can’t take them at too sharp an
angle nugget,” Jenkins, call sign ‘Cruiser’ warned the youthful
pilot as he tried to bring down some inbound missiles.
“Heads up,” warned another pilot.
“You got a raider on your six!”
“Break! Break! Break!” Jenkins
ordered. “Don’t worry about the missiles, don’t get killed.”
“There was a flash and a scream.”
The nugget, who had not even gotten a call sign was gone.
“FRAK!” Jenkins shouted and banged
a fist on his arm rests.
“Cruiser break right, you have a
raider on you. Classic type.”
Jenkins heard something snap and his
Mk.7 became difficult to control. He avoided the raider, jinked his
Viper, grunting as he did it and put a killing shot in three
“Nice kills Cruiser!” congratulated
“Shut the frak up. We lost a nugget
“RTB RTB RTB all vipers. Combat
landings are authorized.” On landing, he realized that he had hit
too hard, damaging his gear.
He looked sheepish at Rose Carey and
apologized as his Mk.7 was dragged into the bay. “It’s gonna take
me all night to fix that,” she complained. She gestured helplessly
at the damaged landing strut.
“I’m really sorry booster,” he said
using her call sign. “Let me help.” He stripped off his flight
suit and grabbed a wrench.
A smart assed remark was on her lips
but she accepted the help and let him start stripping the landing
strut after she locked the Mk.7 into place and lifted it half a
Day 312. Diary Entry. Sleepy. Fixed lots of bent birds. A mark went down the page where she fell asleep while writing.
Day 313. Jump 3.
Carey wrote in her diary. “Cruiser came back nearly in tears. His squadron commander was killed. We now have a back log of 30 damaged Mk.7 vipers. We are working around the clock. Several convoy ships got hit by enemy fire today. They tried to thin out my crew today to get people to assist in the repairs. Chief Carlson stopped them in their tracks.
Day 314 Jump 4. While in the
maintenance bay they put the feed of the squadrons on the speakers.
It was scary.
“Splash one, splash two.” One pilot
“We have six inbound missiles, guided
bearing down on that Artemis.”
“No don’t spin up flak you idiot, we
have it under control,” Cruiser warned.
“That Valkyrie just took a missile in
the port pod.”
“Hey whoever is firing those mines,
not through a squadron configuration.”
“Oooeee!” A pilot shouted. “Just
say a Revanant eat two mines. She’s breaking up.”
“All batteries switch to target two,”
Ramirez’s voice interrupted. “Salvo mode.” She sounded
“Three bent birds touching down on the port ventral
pad,” the announcement from the LSO warned.
“Which pod are we in?” Rose
wondered. “Starboard, that means right. Good. I don’t have to fix
“All vipers RTB now now now. Combat
landings are authorized.”
“Damn it!” Carey grunted. “Those
frakking combat landings bang up the birds and keep my crews up all
“Prepare for jump in five, four, three, two, one seconds. JUMP!”
Day 315. Jump 5. “Ten birds were not
ready for launch today from this deck when the Cylons jumped in. We
are dead tired. One of my guys fell asleep in a cockpit, while he was
replacing some circuit breakers. Rose was was short and thin, with
dirty blonde hair. Her eyes were red from lack of sleep,
“What the FRAK!” she said when she
saw Cruisers viper. “It’s going to take ten hours to have that
thing ready for the next fight. Cruiser, you are white as a ghost.”
She was suddenly concerned. His windshield was cracked. He collapsed,
while climbing down his ladder.
He was grounded for the next mission. A light wound, he put on coveralls and helped get the vipers ready for those who were flying.
Day 316 of the war Jump 6. Rose wrote
in her diary.
“I really appreciate Cruisers help
with the grunt work. He is crappy as a knuckle dragger, but he does
help us get things done. We worked through the battle and got all the
backlogged vipers back in action.
“Twenty more came in after the jump. Will this ever end? I’ve had seven or eight hours of sleep this week. What the frak.”
Day 317 of the war Jump 7
Rose writes in her diary.
Cruiser got back in the air today, two
days after being wounded. He is a hero in my book, getting up every
day to defend this fleet and the civies we protect. He is also good
looking athletic build, 1.8 meters tall with light brown hair.
I could live with that. It would not be
settling. I hear he is dating a pilot from red squadron, Tamar
Miller. She landed on our deck today as an emergency, due to a combat
landing collision. She is a beauty, perfect figure. I wish she had
picked someone else.
We jump, we launch all our birds, they
shoot down missiles, then raiders. Then my team fixes up the birds
for another jump. This pace is terrible on people and equipment.
Every day the freighter drops us off more spare parts, sometimes
entire vipers to replace our losses. That is why we surround them
like a cocoon.
Cruiser brought his viper home today without a scratch. He gave me a high five and then a huge hug when he reached the bottom of the ladder. I will remember this day for a long time.
Day 318 of the war. Jump 8.
Rose writes in her diary.
Lieutenant Tamar Miller call sign
“Black hair” due to her long mane of perfectly black hair was
appointed blue squadron commander yesterday. She is Cruiser’s boss. I
wonder if they will continue to date.
She and the commander stopped by to encourage us. Turns out “Black Hair” started out in the fleet as a cook after washing out as a pilot. She baked the entire deck gang cookies as a thank you. They were great.
I saw Commander Ramirez stuff a few cookies in her pocket. She should eat them. She looks gaunt. I hear she started the war as an overweight computer geek.They both made speeches. I fell asleep. My gang says they were great speeches.
Day 319 of the war
“Cruiser watch that bunch on the
right, they are busting through and going to try and kill a
“Roger that Tamar, I mean black hair.
Nugget! On my lead, hard right, we are going to do the fancy move we
tried in the simulator.”
A nervous voice came on the speakers.
Rose paused for a moment and looked up at the speaker. “I’m not
sure I can do it skipper.”
“Nonsense,” Cruiser encouraged.
“Just like we practiced. Stay on my wing.”
There was some garbled communication
and a screech of a female voice. “Kryptor, I’m hit. I’m …”
Viper one niner two seven was hauled in
by a SAR bird.
The Ensign, Ruth Jacobs was still
inside the shattered cock pit.
Tamar Miller and Bruce Jenkins were
nose to nose and arguing while Rose Carey looked over the badly
“I told you that rook was not ready
for that move. It took me three months to get it down.”
“She was ready Black Hair.”
“She was NOT!” the squadron
commander spat back.
“She did it right. I blew the move. I
clipped her viper, knocked her off course. It was MY fault. I killed
her.” He took off his wings and smashed them into her hand. Then
he stormed off the flight deck.
“Cruiser, no, don’t do this.”
Her eyes met Rose Carey’s. She almost
shouted “What the frak are you looking at knuckle dragger.” She
stopped herself. The woman looked so worn down, with smudges of
grease on her forehead and both cheeks. “Can you fix that bird?”
she asked, gesturing toward the one with the nuggets remains still
splattered around the cock pit.
“No,” Rose answered, “that will
have to go to the viper factory and be remanufactured. Those
civilians whine a lot, but they make good vipers.”
“I have a favor to ask.”
The squadron CO draped an arm over Roses shoulder. “Its just us, call me Tammie.”
Day 320 of the war. Rose Carey and
Bruce Jenkins alone in a launch tube.
“We need you to take these,” she
handed back the wings. “I know you did your best to protect us and
“I killed her,” he sobbed.
“No that was the toasters.” She
stood up on tip toes and gave him a peck on the cheek. She was so
nervous. “Honor her memory. Protect us for one more jump.”
The last jump cost the fleet a Valkyrie, but all the pilots at least got home safe.
Chapter 69: Stand off. “Get raptors out to task force Saturn,” Admiral Lawson barked. “Figure out how we are going to fill in the gaps the Cylons just tore in this task force. “We have an encrypted communication from Cory … Continue reading →
The mutiny story was a suggestion of Mullroy234 from the BSG Deadlock discord. Solaria:Commanders Quarters Lockheart, Ward, Wilson and the representatives of six other ships all agreed that Zack “Sniper” Anthony should be their leader. His record with the Colonial … Continue reading →
Chapter 67: Fleet Headquarters Battelestar Solaria Ready Room Herman Wilson’s grandfather had commanded a battlestar in the first Cylon war. He had fought under the command of Eva Lawson’s grandmother, also Eva Lawson. Also an Admiral by the end of … Continue reading →
Chapter 66: After the attempted ambush of the Mercury the Cylons pulled all their forces away from the human colonies. It was obvious to them that Admiral Lawson was taking a confrontational approach hoping that a major battle would wake … Continue reading →
Day 463 after the fall Admiral Lawson had been having trouble sleeping for many months now. She knew today was the 463 days since the fall of the colonies. She is just re-qualified on the mark seven viper. Finding time … Continue reading →
Previous Chapter Next Chapter Day 402 after the fall. As a Major and then a Commander, Eva Lawson did not like morning meetings. No amount of coffee could get the fog out of her mind before 9 am. As an … Continue reading →
Day 381 after the fall Admiral Lawson was in a temporary office in the fleet HQ. Normally she kept her office hours on the Battlestar mercury. However for the past week and a half to ship a been in for … Continue reading →
Chapter 62: Lawsons Anabasis run Day 1 Day 341 after the fall. Admiral Lawson vlog. “I hate these new digital logs,” Lawson said. “I have to have my hair done just to record the musings of my fraked up mind … Continue reading →
Chapter 61 They got ten days “off” between missions. Admiral Lawson led a huge fleet to make the next run to the old colonies as they were now often referred to as. It took seven days for Rose Carey’s team … Continue reading →
Heracles in the videos a gift from Joker of the BSG Deadlock discord, Commander Maria Ramirez was looking positively thin in her blue day uniform. She was immaculate. Every button was polished, All her uniforms have been altered to her … Continue reading →
Chapter 58 It had not pleased anyone in the chain of command that Commander Lawson had ordered the ship yard moved. The location was picked to be convenient to the resources that were required to build ships. The :big three” … Continue reading →
Chapter 57: Cease fire? The admiral argued against it, Commander Ramirez argue against it. Nothing could stop Cory Brooks in her desire to go forward with the cease fire. Truth be told the colonial fleet, disorganized and undermanned needed some … Continue reading →
Chapter 56 The meeting gave new relevance to the word clandestine. Admiral Cobb had to take two raptors in order to get to the meeting Place and a dark wind swept plain on a forgotten world that no one had … Continue reading →
Admiral Andrew Cobb sat in his office staring at the report of the recent battle. He did not know what to do about the situation. Cory Brooks had pressured him into launching the attack before he was ready. The intelligence … Continue reading →
Chapter 54: PTSD Secure communications: From: Colonial Fleet Headquarters. Admiral Andrew Cobb To: Commander Maria Ramirez. Commander Battlestar Saturn Re: Status Commander Eva Lawson We are in receipt of the debriefing of the Commando force. We have received nothing on … Continue reading →
Major Maria Ramirez looked totally different that she had the day of the attacks on the colonies. She had lost a lot of weight and had finally had a new uniform issued to her. She looked good in the immaculately … Continue reading →
Chapter 52: Operation misdirect. Admiral Cobb sat in a chair at a rectangular table with six of his “senior” commanders. Though Major Maria Ramirez did not feel senior, she was there because se was he XO and temporary commander of … Continue reading →
Andrew Cobb was an older man, the years had taken their toll on him. He was tall, with an athletic build. What little hair he had on the sides of h is head were white. He stood up when Major … Continue reading →
“We are at the communications hub Major,” the technician who was a glorified geek that used to work for her when she was head of IT. “Break in,” she ordered. The man, in his early twenties with a non-regulation earring … Continue reading →
Chapter 49 Commander Eva Lawson as a little disoriented when she awoke in the bedroom section of the commanders quarters. Her left hand reached to the other side of the bed, which she had shared with Cavil the Cylon. This … Continue reading →
Chapter 48: Hope in the ashes of victory. Cory Brooks, Executive of the Peoples Council sat in Major Martin’s office on the largest of the shipbuilding platforms. It was a giant office with a humongous wide window overlooking half the … Continue reading →
Video credit: BSG Deadlock player Lochdanon – he helped shoot a lot of the footage. Commander Eva Lawson was on a tour of the secret shipbuilding facility with Major Martin. Since the Mercury was still not considered clean from the … Continue reading →
Cavil was probably clinically depressed if not psychotic. His military campaign against the colonies was going poorly. The Galactica was leading a government taking 47,000 civilians into an exile, pursued by thousands of Cylon forces. The fleet of 1000 ships … Continue reading →
Lieutenant Arthur Garner was the first appointment for Major Ramirez and Major Martin, the commander it turned out of Battlestar Group 34. They were quite short of bodies if they could not find a combat commander. Garner was tasked to … Continue reading →
It was bizarre the way Brother John the Cylon was taken into custody. After weeks of quarantine Commander Lawson had bent the rules to have him in her quarters supposedly for a booty call. Instead of that thirty minutes after … Continue reading →
43 Major Rick Martin was on a secure video link with Commander (acting) Eva Lawson. She had a curious look on her face as she went through the thick paper file she was delivered from decontamination. “We have to get … Continue reading →
The Solaria was barely keeping up. The outbreak was much less contained there and the population was mostly civilian. Gun crews infected or not isolated themselves by living in their stations. It had taken six jumps to get where they … Continue reading →
A conference call was set up with the department heads who were involved in the search for the second force, the remnants of Battlestar Group 34. CIC was represented by Major Maria Ramirez Lieutenant Arthur Garner a thin, soft-spoken 29-year-old … Continue reading →
“Major Ramirez,” commander Lawson asked, “what have we got off the Valkyrie class Battlestar’s computer.” “Well they made an effort to keep the toasters from doing what I have tried to do,” Ramirez answered. “I’m having to correlate some video … Continue reading →
Chapter 39: Command Training It took quite a lot of preparation midst of a virus outbreak to make the scenario of training happen. The virtual reality suites at themselves with disinfectant and irradiated to make sure nothing could live. The … Continue reading →
Chapter 38: Alternate title. Recovery and Discovery Plano and Jaybird were together again, both infected with the Sunspot virus, both asymptomatic. It was a pleasure to get out of isolation and back into space flying. The mission was extremely dangerous. … Continue reading →
Colonial fleet headquarters after a computer simulated exercise. Admiral Taylor was a short, hunched man with a bald head. He was 80 years old and was a young commander of the viper wing and then a Battlestar in the first … Continue reading →
Major Ramirez was on a video screen from her quarters. The virus outbreak had reached every corner of the Battlestar. The small, cramped but well protected CIC did not allow for the social distancing necessary to prevent the spread of … Continue reading →
Karla “Blondie” Knox had the sniffles. She knew exactly where she had gotten them. Five days ago she had volunteered to co-pilot a raptor sortie because she thought the pilot was hot and she had wanted to have a chance … Continue reading →
The Benson Family had survived the attack on the colonies because they were on a vacation trip from their home on Scorpia to Caprica. Their transportation had been damaged by a cylon raider before meeting up with seven other ships … Continue reading →
Lieutenant Joe “Squirrel” Davis was 40 years old and still a lieutenant. This was not due to a lack of skill as a Viper pilot, it was due to misbehavior off duty. He was in fact an exceptional pilot who held … Continue reading →
Commander Eva Lawson walked into CIC more relaxed than she ever remembered. All her career she had been fracking up due to her strong sex drive when she could have just had a civilian relationship. This was so much easier … Continue reading →
Complete battle video; Eva Lawson and Maria Ramirez were sitting together in the pilots ready room, some papers strewn on a portable table. Battle damage had shattered glass in the commander’s quarters and office so Commander Lawson was temporarily homeless. … Continue reading →
The Mercury CIC was on edge, having attempted to jump directly into a firing position that provided a targeting solution for the main guns. The current thinking on tactics was the Mercury’s forward facing guns were so devastating the preferred tactic was to charge targets at high speed and aim at the enemy ships enter …
Captain Brad “Reptile” Adkins settled in to the commanders office on the Solaria with a frown on his face. The desk nameplate from the previous occupant, Commander Jesse Green was still on the desk. None of the crew had survived and that meant there would be ghosts on this ship.’’ Continue reading →
James “Jaybird” Thompson had been given secondary missions ever since the fall, which was only a month ago. Today he was on primary with a mission to do a micro jump and take out the refinery. His new electronic warfare officer, “Plano” was strapped in because they were in a raptor launch tube. He looked …
Twenty minutes later Commander Eva Lawson strode in to the command ready room. She was showered and her uniform was perfectly pressed straight from the cleaners. There was a spring to her step and she was ready for the first … Continue reading →
The Cavil pinned her arms above her head as he thrusted in to her. She felt a familiar feeling in her lower parts as a wonderful feeling built up toward climax. He was a skilled lover as he grunted and … Continue reading →
Cylon mobile command center A Cavil and a six stood in a room with a three-dimensional map of the twelve colonies and several surrounding systems. There were dozens of red dots scattered around the system some near asteroids or space … Continue reading →
The hiding place where they had discovered the Battlestar Solaria Museum turned out to be a good one. It seemed to be well off the Cylon patrol routes. Raptor recon showed that activity of the enemy forces was much reduced. … Continue reading →
Commander Eva Lawson was sitting in her quarters with the lights turned down. A battle plan designed to be grand and deprive the cylon fleet of fuel had done massive damage, but the price had been high. The former viper … Continue reading →
Lawson’s eyes bugged out for a brief moment. “Another three hundred civilians?” Ramirez nodded in the affirmative. “We have no place to put them,” the commander noted. “Our marine quarters are full.” “One hundred twenty percent,” the XO replied. “We’ll … Continue reading →
The mission of the squadron was to keep cylon raiders off the raptor force assigned to hit a large cylon military base. Hector “Cookie” Fishman was fresh out of viper school, having done nothing other than fly CAP since his … Continue reading →
Heather “Runner” Osinas checked her coordinates for the fifth time sinch launch from the Mercury. Her right seater was new and the pair had only flown together for two sorties supporting the CAP(Combat Air Patrol). She didn’t trust Sam “Jaybird” … Continue reading →
Commander Eva Lawson paced outside the pilots ready room, awaiting her invitation to speak. She was vary familiar with this room, but not her role. She could not overstep boundaries and act like the CAG. She had a CAG, though … Continue reading →
The new senior staff of the Battlestar mercury were assembled around a map of table. On the table was a small model of the Battlestar itself, several vipers and raptors representing the squadrons that were now able to fight. Commander … Continue reading →
Joint task force base gamma was one of a dozen bases built in astroids around the solar system containing the 12 colonies. The point of these bases was the act as a tripwire in case of a cylon invasion. They … Continue reading →
Being the best bus driver Lieutenant Olivia ‘falcon’ Volker Was always a bus driver during her career in the colonial fleet. She never had any interest in flying vipers. She preferred the company of a weapons officer and the size, … Continue reading →
Battlestar Commanders log: day four of the second cylon war. Commander Jesse green recording. We have picked up over 400 souls as we stealthily move about the battle wreckage Of what was once the colonial fleet. Where there was once … Continue reading →
Burden of command As she leaned back in a chair that was much too big for her, acting commander Eva Lawson ponder her fate. She was in command of a powerful warship. She did not think of herself as a … Continue reading →
Command is passed The rescue crews wore breathing gear due to the hull breach. Automatic doors had shut when the nuke hit. Automated systems had closed blast doors to try and minimize the loss of life. The weapon had been … Continue reading →
CIC: Battlestar Mercury Eva Lawson looked around the combat information center look of disbelief on her face. This scenario was something that every officer trained for. Normally it was a mere theoretical exercise. It took place in a classroom with … Continue reading →
Commander Green Commander Jesse Green felt the deck shutter slightly as somehow shockwave came through. He walked over to the long-range strategic map. Half the time display was dark, showing no information at all. He looked at the planet Picon, It was a … Continue reading →
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 … Continue reading →
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 … Continue reading →
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 … Continue reading →
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 … Continue reading →
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 … Continue reading →
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 … Continue reading →
“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. … Continue reading →
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 … Continue reading →
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 … Continue reading →