Lysander the Poet
- Posted: Mon, 02 Jan 2012 14:38:24 +0000
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"Action stations, action stations. Set condition one throughout the ship. This is not a drill."
Picon Fleet Headquarters is destroyed in the opening wave of the attack, as are 30 battlestars. In response to this, Admiral Nagala takes command of the Colonial Fleet aboard the battlestar Atlantia and instigates a counter-attack against the enemy. Additionally, the Colonial government orders a full stop on commercial and civilian space-travel, leaving hundreds of non-military vessels stranded in surrounding space-lanes. After the devastating assault on Picon, Colonial President Richard Adar broadcasts an unconditional surrender to the Cylons, but his gesture is completely ignored. All senior members of the Colonial government, including Adar, are henceforth presumed killed or missing, and an emergency government contingency mechanism activates to seek out surviving government officials.
The Cylons proceed to destroy each colony's population and strategic centers by means of nuclear bombardment. The Second Cylon War, if you would call it a war. More of a slaughter if you ask any of the humans ‘lucky’ enough to survive...and again, lucky is hardly the word that should be used. Casualties estimated at about 50 Billion. The entire Colonial Fleet and Government are wiped out. The Battlestar Mycenae now fights to escape a Cylon force in orbit of the Colony of Leonis, which is all but destroyed. One of the ships lucky enough to be designed against Cylon infiltration, they stand a tiny chance of escaping from Cylon forces, but nowhere to go, and the thought that all of humanity has collapsed, chaos reigns throughout the ship.
Boom. Multiple Cylons missiles have impacted the Mycenae. Bulkhead doors have been sealed in case of decompression. Fires rage on multiple decks all through the ship. Reports of Cylon boarding parties have cropped up, followed by the dispatching of fire teams to eliminate the opposition. The ship prepares to jump, calculations taking longer than they should, due to the fact that the ship's computers are not networked. Four Viper Squadrons of Twenty Vipers each engage Cylon battlegroups. Cylon numbers are high...unable to be counted. The pilots are some of the most skilled in the Colonial fleet, but they won't last very long against the Cylon onslaught.
Boom. Another impact, this time larger. Damage of the Starboard hangar bay is catastrophic, yielding the entire space useless. More fires plague the ship, and Damage Control teams scramble to rectify the situations and evaluate the damage. Time on the clock till a jump...ten minutes. The CIC is buzzing with activity, Commanding Officer and Executive Officer barking orders every which way, trying to keep their calm. If they panic, everyone panics. Ten Vipers have been destroyed...ten good pilots have found death in battle against the Cylons. Cylon casualties are unknown, unable to be estimated, and irrelevant...there are too many of them.
Boom. Another hit...several compartments have been vented...killing innocents, to save the ship. Several Cylon boarding parties have been eliminated, at the cost of many Marines. Another ten Vipers gone...that was an entire squadron of good pilots, including the CAG. A few fires remain aboard the ship, but they are contained and the Damage Control teams are working swiftly. DRADIS confirms another Cylon Basestar entering the fray, and another swarm of Cylon Raiders. The Mycenae's gun turrets working hard, manage to eliminate a large chunk of the Cylon attack force. Ammunition stores run low, followed by morale. All reports indicate Cylon boarders were eliminated.
Boom. Five minutes. Tensions were running high. The latest explosion rocked the entire ship. More Cylon boarders confirmed. Fire teams were in disarray. The call went out to the Viper Squadrons to make combat landings and prepare for the jump. Three minutes until jump. Centurions breached the CIC. Gunfire ensued, and the Commanding Officer and Executive Officer were killed, while the other crewmembers opened fire, destroying the Cylons. Panic now ensues, people rushing around, everyone trying to give commands. All Vipers are reported aboard. The jump clock hits zero, and through all the chaos, the Battlestar Mycenae makes its jump, away from Cylon forces. Moments later, in the space around Leonis, multiple nuclear warheads detonate.
Battlestar Mycenae now floats in an uncharted sector of space. All that stretches in every direction is the unknown. The ship is heavily damaged, and is without a CAG, a CO, or an XO. To ensure the survival of the crew, and as it seems, what remains of humanity, is for order to return, for someone to take charge, and to begin a search...supplies...a planet to colonize...anything, anywhere that may be safe from the Cylons. Of course...even now, the crew of the Mycenae are not safe. Cylons are among them...they look, and feel human...some of them may even be programmed to think they are human. There are many copies...and they have a plan.
This is Day One.