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Episode 13
Clouds of Doom.

The asteroid tumbled gently in space. It lived in a spectrum of light and dark, splashes of color, pockets of darkness so absolute they seemed solid. The inert rock began moving, its tumbling steadying as it gradually increased speed. It made contact with another, much smaller asteroid, the smaller one pulverizing, dust and pebbles traveling along with the asteroid like ducklings swimming after their mother.

More and more rapidly the asteroid increased speed. Other space debris joined the race, streaming toward a dark goal, attracted toward an irresistible target like space moths to an invisible flame. Light, too, streamed into invisibility, darkness swallowing the gleaming ribbons. The asteroid traveled the light rays, an interstellar highway.

And then… in the blink of an eye…

Was gone.



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Battlestar Libra Fleet

Previously on Battlestar Libra

Colonial day had come and gone. Every ship had celebrated the day in their own way. Love had been in the air, as many couples bonded during the absence of the cylons. The Harvest moons setup was complete to start producing its own fuel. It had been thirty days since the last cylon attack, an advantage the fleet took with repairs to their ships.
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Battlestar Libra Fleet

Day 59

Thirty days ago the fleet and the cylons were waging war. Thirty days ago the events aboard the Outpost and Astral Dawn took place with tragic consequences. Thirty days ago seemed like a long time ago. But the freedom of those thirty days was now over.

Cylons had been following the fleet, jumping in three times in one day. Everyone was edgy and uptight… and then the cylons showed up a fourth time. A decision had to be made, the fleet was getting slower.

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Day 59
Time 1402


Rodrigues gripped the edge of the mission table, staring at the DRADIS intently. “Not again, not again,” he muttered, but there they were again—cylons.

“Prepare to transmit FTL coordinates to the fleet,” he ordered.

“Sir… sir, could you look at this?” one of the technicians said.

Rodrigues frowned and went to look at the display.

What the technician was showing him was a nebula, with a red giant star at the edge. Hesitantly, the technician said, “Sir… maybe if we tried to hide… ?”

Rodrigues rubbed his face with his palm. Three jumps in such a short time, and now another; everyone was tired.

He nodded, making the decision. “Yes,” he said. “Tell the fleet the coordinates.”


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The Harvest Moon
Day 59 T1402
Observatory, Level “A”

Although the fighting had continued to rage on and off for almost an entire day, things had been fairly normal on Harvest Moon. Dr. Andy Peterson had been up in the dome earlier and noticed that most of the fleet’s members were used to the sudden, often unexpected appearances by the Cylon forces. Although there were occasional looks of concern, most folks just went about their business and focused on their daily duties – whether they survived to live another day or not was up to the military forces protecting them.

He had not been very pleased about his sudden arrest almost two weeks earlier, or about the weak explanation offered upon his release. But times were tough and the go ahead had finally been given to begin re-installing the surviving Outpost 29 equipment beneath the Moon’s huge dome. Andy didn’t have his super-powered long-range telescope back yet, but both of the antenna dishes were on-line as was the cluster of five multi-spectrum telescopes.

Until all systems were back up and running, he couldn’t seriously continue the search for Earth. He and Donald had discovered about as much as they could without moving closer, but Trap’s indication to him of Dedrick’s own star search project had left him hoping that there might yet be other allies among them who were also unwilling to give up on the search for the mythical planet.

To pass the time, Peterson had contented himself with utilizing one of the active scopes to search the immediate spiral arm of the galaxy in which they continued to roam, looking for hiding places or possible escape routes that might confuse their relentless enemy. So far he had recognized a lot of familiar objects, including a very colorful cloud of brilliantly radiant gases in the far off distance. Glancing at the nebula through his telescope, he recognized it immediately by identifying the huge red giant star on its perimeter.

The red giant was NGC-9155-2A, a massive older star that had become trapped in the area by a breathtaking gravitational whirlpool with a black hole in its center. Most astronomers referred to it as “the Heart of Hell”, and NGC-9155-2A and all of the smaller stars trapped by its gravity lit up all of the other gaseous debris swirling around the black hole - thereby providing them with visual evidence of its existence.

Other stars had fought the black hole with their own gravity before it, eventually succumbing to its irresistible might. The red giant had begun its own battle several thousand years before, and was slowly but inevitably being torn apart. Within another five or six thousand years there would be nothing left of it except for one more gaseous cloud amongst all of the other debris. Eventually everything in the nebula would end up falling into the center of the black hole, forever lost. By then, however, other stellar objects currently caught along the outer perimeter of its gravity would drift closer and the gravitational battles would continue.

“Holy Hannah,” Andy gasped, as he observed the effects of the black hole’s mighty gravity on the red giant from a much closer – and unobstructed – view than he had ever had before. “I hope we don’t FTL into the center of that…"

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Day 59
Time 1404

As soon as the Libra exited from jump, all the klaxons went off—proximity alarms, collision alerts, radiological sirens; the CIC staff added to the chaos with exclamations and swearing accompanying the flurry of activity.

Rodrigues gazed at the DRADIS without speaking, his jaw tight. “What kind of nightmare have we jumped into?” he asked softly.

The DRADIS showed nothing—and everything; a swirling mass of confused signals, images appearing, distorting, vanishing… Rodrigues thought he saw a ghostly trace of the huge Harvest Moon, but it faded.

Rodrigues looked at the communications technician. “The others?” he asked grimly.

“Sir, I get… nothing but noise,” the tech said in a tense voice, not even glancing up as he worked at his console, trying to tune in any kind of signal. Finally he looked up at the Commander, shaking his head. “Comms are totally frakked, sir, all I get is random—garbage.”

Rodrigues gazed at the DRADIS once again. “And where are the cylons?” he murmured.


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“HOLY FRAK”

The small ship had burst from the FTL jump to a strong sucking force that threatened to swallow it.

Major Xenthais Merconi pushed the throttle to the hilt to counter the pull of whatever was exerting such gravitational force; she felt like she had fallen into a giant maelstrom, as if an invisible Titan had grabbed Terpsichore and wouldn’t let go.

“C’mon baby! Pull free. You can do it. That’s it! C’mon baby. C’mon. Just a little more…” Xenthais willed the small ship to break free. Sweat ran down her face; her eyes stung and her neck muscles stood out, corded and tense as she bit out each word. Inch by painful inch the gallant little vessel fought out…

And then, just like that, the force shifted, and Terpsichore hurtled off.

Just as an asteroid band hurtled in.

Major Merconi pulled the back thrusters – hard - even as she maneuvered the nimble ship to avoid the accelerating rocks. She could feel the ping ping ping where the smaller asteroids hit Terpsichore’s armored hull. “Frak!” There were too many! And they were getting bigger.

She hated to do it, but there was no way around it – it was that, or be blown to bits by the flying rocks…

She flicked a few switches…

And Terpsichore’s new missiles made sand out of the bigger asteroids.

“Yeee-haw!”

Once again, Jolly Merconi had shot her way out of hell.

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"Frakking....," Herald said as he took a second look at the DRADIS console. The gas was frakking with the sensors and the debris floating around was bouncing the DRADIs signals right back to Griffyn.

Out of all the confusion, Herald heard his XO Miles Johnson say, "all departments reporting within norms sir, jump successfull." Johnson's face was white from the drainage of blood as he looked at DRADIS.

"Braddock, see what you can do to clear up DRADIS," Herald said, knowing it would be a mountainous task.

DRADIS was showing no ships in the vicinity, no civvies or military.

Herald walked over to the FTL consoles, "what happened, I thought FTL drives were repaired?!"

"They are sir, all readings are showing normal, it wasn't the drives," the Specialists replied.

"Open porthole shieldings," Herald ordered as he walked away from the FTL console. As the shieldings lifted, all the CIC personnel could see the clouds of gas and debris.

"Wait a minute, is that the Libra," Miles said as he pointed towards what he thought to be the Battlestar, just as the shadowy sillhouette vanished into the gas.

Herald racked his mind for a moment, "we need to see just HOW close anyone is.. if anyone is outthere, behin transmitting on 8386 telling who we are, and keep the message going once every 2 minutes."

That would atleast make sure there was no one within ramming proximity.

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Kalrk had been defending Harvest Moon from any raiders, or their missiles, that might get past the vipers and other military ships. He had decided, back on Day 48, that per Liala's press statement, the military would handle the cylon forces.. at least on the main battlefront. Mercurius would sit back for any strays.

When Libra gave the order to jump yet again, Kalrk watched Harvest Moon jump before he did.

Libra's with the Moon/ he reassured himself.
Now it's our turn to join them again.

'"Here we go, Psy." he said to his love in the co-pilot seat.

1404, Day 59
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A flash of light, and Merc appeared at the new coordinates.

The small ship shook violently, shuddering, careening almost.

"What the -?" Kalrk exclaimed as he gripped the stick more tightly. "Something's wrong!"

He glanced at his DRADIS screen, and it was on the fritz.. nothing but static. He fought the controls as the ship seemed to want to go where it wanted to go, rather than where he was piloting it.

"Where's the fleet?" he asked rhetorically. "Where are we?"


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Day 59 T1404
Emerging from the jump

Captain Duke Marshall ignored all the blaring alarms and walked over to the nearest window. “Holy hell,” he said with a concerned look on his face. Around them they could hear the ship’s superstructure creaking and groaning – the sudden and non-stop background noise seemed dangerously ominous.

Raphael Josephson hung onto the navigation console. “I don’t know what’s got us, but whatever it is it’s really strong…” he said with a frustrated grimace. “I’m firing the sublight engines to point us away from it for now.”

Duke glanced sharply at him. “Full burn?”

“It’s the only way to keep from being drawn closer toward whatever’s pulling at us,” Josephson protested. “We’re going to have to try and achieve orbit around it and then fire the engines periodically in order to maintain a stable course.”

“Frak,” Marshall growled. “Is the entire fleet going to have to do that?”

“If they jumped in here with us… yes!” said Josephson firmly. “If they move closer toward whatever is generating this kind of gravity they’ll only last until their hull is torn apart. Something with a shitload of gravity is parked really close by, and I can tell you with certainty that it’s not that red giant.”

Duke activated the ship’s transmitter. [“This is Captain Marshall calling any other nearby Colonial vessel,”] he said firmly. [“Please respond. Are you also in distress…?”] He repeated the message and something finally crackled out of the speaker in reply.

[“This … … … …mancer, all systems… … … usters.”] The transmission was interrupted by a loud burst of static and then died.

“Dradis is frakked too,” Josephson reported. “We’d better get some support crew up here pronto or we’ll never hold course. Someone’s going to have to help us chart this thing and then plot an escape course.”

“Can we FTL back out?”

Josephson shook his head with a wary glance. “I wouldn’t want to risk it… perhaps with something small, but not a capital ship. Every electronic system on this ship is blazing static or non-functional, do you really think we should trust FTL?”

“No… I was just asking to be sure,” Duke replied with a sigh. He pointed at the only strong signal on Dradis. “That’s got to be the Harvest Moon,” he commented. “We all came out of FTL much farther apart than we should have – I think the gravity affected our emergence coordinates.”

“They’re a lot farther out than we are,” the first officer noted, “and they’ll be out of range soon. If we continue firing engines to stay in orbit of whatever this is we’re also going to continue to move away.”

“Beautiful,” Marshall said sarcastically as the hatchway to the bridge opened and three men entered. The Captain nodded at them and they each took an empty chair. “Josephson’s in charge… I’m going up to our small observatory to see if I can figure out what the hell is going on.”

..

Minutes later Duke had his star charts laid out on the table in front of him in the Horn’s small observatory. Next to him was Davis Maddock, an amateur astronomer who handled most of their navigation around the solar system. Both of them studied the star maps carefully, many of which were incomplete as their fleet continued to FTL farther and farther away from their home star system.

“The red giant has to be NGC-9155-2A,” decided Maddock with a shake of his head. “Which means the gravity well out there is NGC-9155 - a frakking black hole. If we don’t tread very carefully in here we will be well and truly crushed like a tin can!”

“It’s not just the black hole…” Duke guessed.

“That’s right,” replied Davis Maddock thoughtfully. “From the outside it looks just like a nebula, but all the stars are systematically being destroyed and then absorbed by the immense gravity, all the while their own gravity fights back. This is the worst possible place we could have jumped, other then next to a frakking Base Star.”

“Thank you,” Duke decided, turning and leaving the small room.

As he walked through the corridors of his ship he remembered the brief glimpse of the Harvest Moon on Dradis and compared that with his memory of the fleet before the jump into the nebula. It took him a few minutes, but he reached the small shuttle bay in time to catch one of the pilots on duty.

“What’s up skipper?” the man asked cautiously. “There’s a whole lot of shaking going on out there.”

“Frakked up jump,” Marshall replied. “The important thing is that a smaller ship is maneuverable. Rod I need you to get in your shuttle and find the nearest ship.” As Duke spoke he was writing a message on a piece of paper. “Deliver this note directly to her Captain, then make the trip back only if in your judgment it is safe enough. Otherwise, stay with your new ship.”

“But sir…” He stopped talking as he noticed the expression on Duke’s face.

“Get going,” he ordered. “We don’t have a whole lot of time… if the fleet doesn’t find some way to communicate and quickly we’re going to lose a lot of lives.”

“Aye sir,” the man replied, grabbing his helmet and heading for one of the Colonial shuttles.

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Pan Galactic Flight 76
Day 59
Time 1403

Heather Bevfah watched over the dradis console with intense concern. “Ed, what’s the status of our next jump?”

Crowley flipped a few switches and looked up at the captain. “Thirty seconds till jump.” He saw that Heather had never taken her eyes off the dradis, he glanced down at his as well. “There not going to get us this time are they?”

Bevfah took a few more seconds looking at the console before replying. “No, not this time….but they are catching up.” She reached down and turned on the ships pa. “Attention all passengers, we will be jumping again…That’s all I have for the moment.”
She then turned the channel to the ships engine and Ftl control room. “Richardson! How are things?”

“Everything remains green across the board…good shape good shape.”

“Keep it that way!” She replaced the mic and joined Crowley behind the console.

Eight, Seven, Six, Five, Four, Three, Two, One, JUMP!

The Star fields view through the cockpits window was unexpected. Instead of a slightly different star pattern appearing, darkness replaced it, along with flashes of light lighting up clouds upon clouds.

The captain and navigation officer looked at each other in disbelief. Heather began to speak. “What the..” But she never had time to finish the words. Instead she went flying sideways into a console and fell to the floor.

Crowley had also had been thrown a bit, but the edge of his console stopped him, and he managed to stay hunched over it and fight, what appeared to be gravity continuing to pull on him.

The ship started to shake violently, pulsing up and down and left to right. Pops and pings and the sounds of metal straining could be heard throughout the ship.

Ed had managed to right himself and saw Heather laying on the floor. He started to head her way.

“No!” she shouted, and reached her hand to her head and found blood. “Do something, what’s are heading? She got to her feet, and fought the gravity trying to pull her to the console again.

“I’m not getting anything on dradis….nothing, I…I have no heading. But it does appear we are gaining speed.”

Heather made it back to his side. “Turn the ship portside and fire the engines…full throttle!

Crowley worked the controls, and at first the ship seemed sluggish, but then slowly it began to respond, and as it did the shaking started to subdue some, and the forces of gravity began to recede.

“Good keep us on whatever course this is, and what the frak was that!” She flipped on the communications system for fleet traffic, and all she got was crackling, garbled sounds of static. “Nothing.” As if on cue the shaking started again but this time, not as violent.
“Not a peep from anyone!” The sounds of straining metal could be heard above the bridge. She looked up at the ceiling, blood trickling down from her forehead onto her face and chin. “Except that!”

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Grandeur

"Yes!" Captain Gabriel Keramidas exclaimed excitedly. "We did it!"

The bridge crew was clapping, shaking hands, and just.. breathing. The ship had been on one hell of a roller coaster ride for the two minutes the space park had been at these new coordinates.

"Helm, steer for Harvest Moon; we don't need DRADIS to see that big beautiful agricultural station. Comm, open a fleetwide channel."

"This is Captain Keramidas on Grandeur. What the frak was that? That's no typical nebula. Our DRADIS is offline, but we are headed to rendezvous with Harvest Moon. Is everyone okay?"

He switched off his microphone for a brief moment, to give orders to his bridge crew. "Call your various crews shipwide, to keep an eye out for other ships, until we have DRADIS back. And turn up our lights, so that we might get lucky and become a beacon. I hope no one is stuck in that hell hole."

He waited for a response from the fleet.


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1408, Day 59
Harvest Moon

As the ship jumped Leo’s bones started to ache, which was always a sign to him that something bad was about to happen. As the ship came out of the jump, almost instantly on pure instinct, he started to give the order to pull back, just as the gravity started to yank on the mammoth ship. It was a bit of a struggle, but thanks in part to the warning his old space bones gave, and in part to the excellent sub light engines, they were able to pull free of the gravity.


“Sir, Dradis does not seem to be working” a young crew member announced to him.

Nodding his acknowledgement Leo replied “I be guessing the comms be down too” He said looking over at the comms crewman

“Yes, sir, it would appear so.”

Leo sighed heavily as his bones started to ache again and with more intensity.

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Day 59 T1414
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Rod Wilcox had never been so scared in his life. He had throttled up the shuttle’s engines and rocketed out into the maelstrom surrounding them. There was a lot of turbulence at first but he noticed that if he kept his course angled away from the center of the gravity well that the continual increase in speed gradually steadied his course.

His Dradis console screen was completely filled with static and lost of ghostly partial contacts except for three strong ones. One was the Hades Horn receding behind him and he used that as a benchmark for return coordinates unless the second appeared to be false. Keeping the shuttle’s course – for the most part – perpendicular to the tremendous gravity pull he angled slightly outward toward the next nearest blip.

Through the ghostly golden dust cloud in the windows before him, he could see the long slender form of the Pan Galactic 76 civilian ship appear in front of him. Killing the engines, he noted with satisfaction that he temporarily had enough momentum to have matched course with the larger vessel. Firing his maneuvering thrusters, he brought the shuttle nose to nose with the Pan Galactic – then began flashing the forward beacons on the forward hull on and off repeatedly in morse code. Repeatedly he signalled "O-p-e-n S-h-u-t-t-l-e B-a-y" for what seemed like an eternity. Then he silently waited for some sort of response.


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Day 59 T1414
In the Soup

The ship began to sail smoothly for the most part, with just the occasional shake.
Heather Bevfah and Ed Crowley continued to monitor, what they could of their instruments.

“We seem to be evening out….Hold our course.” Heather gazed out the front window. She caught the shuttle out of a corner of her eye, as a flicker of light hit it She nudged Ed to look through the forward window.

Slowly the craft spun around, and then started to flash a signal. She knew the code, it was morse code, as she read the message she quickly spat out to Crowley. “Try raising them on the radio.” She watched until the flashing stopped, O-p-e-n S-h-u-t-t-l-e B-a-y.

She reached for a switch on the console, and looked over at Crowley.

“This is Pan Galactic 76 do you copy?” Crowley repeated himself. “This is Pan Galactic 76 do you copy?”

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[“This is Pan Galactic 76 do you copy?” Crowley repeated himself. “This is Pan Galactic 76 do you copy?”]


Rod smiled as the message – although partially garbled – crackled out of his radio. He was close enough for the stronger signal from the capital ship to penetrate the outside interference. Nodding with relief he activated his Comm-link, hoping their receiver was equally powerful.

“I’m moving around to your shuttle bay. Please let me in... it’s rather nasty out here,” he stated very truthfully.


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“I’m moving around to your shuttle bay. Please let me in... it’s rather nasty out here,” he stated very truthfully.


A slight smile cracked on Heathers face. “Tell them its open, and nasty does not explain it.”

Crowley made the reply. “Bay door is open, I repeat the bay door is open.”

Heather saw that Ed was done. “And get Porter Down to the bay ASAP.”

Thank the lords someone else has survived.

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