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 Post subject: Episode 22 - A Moment of Peace...
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'You and me of the 10,000 wars' by the Indigo Girls

"After the battles and we're still around
Everything once up in the air has settled down
Sweep the ashes let the silence find us
A moment of peace is worth every war behind us"


Libra's rag-tag fleet continues to search for a place to call home. They seek peace...far away from the Cylons.

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The Itos waited for their guests to arrive. Sandra had a happy smile on her face while Anthony was business like.

Sandra asked "So, what do you think this person is like?"

"She went into the wrong field" Anthony Ito answered "Ms. Liala makes a better politician than cop."

Finally, the doors open. The Ito's could see their guests coming from across the bay,

Walking towards the Ito's, she studied them carefully. Mr. Ito was clean cut, as she recalled from their first meeting, and either young for his job or exceedingly well preserved. Mrs. Ito, for her part, looked as though she had probably cost tens of thousands of cubits to put together, and, quite frankly, probably had. As she got closer, she could see the large smile--very practiced looking--on Mrs. Ito's face. Mr. Ito was even more interesting, in that manner.....He had the all-business expression she had remembered from him the last time they had met (although she had been more concerned with observing Greene at the time)...But now that she looked more closely at him, she could see he had eyes like her own. Eyes that seemed to see right through one instantly. In his case, she was betting that actually did, just as they did in hers.

"Mister and Mrs. Ito, I presume?" she said, with a small, practiced smile of her own.

Anthony extended his hand in friendship "Yes, and it is nice to see you again, Ms. Liala and Mr. Willborn. This is my wife, Sandra."

She greeted them both in a sweet voice "It's a pleasure to meet both of you. I was so happy to hear that you were coming for dinner."

"Thank you for the kind invitation." Jonathan said, truthfully. "It's a real treat, to eat where nobody knows Liza by sight."

Sandra laughed "I know that feeling because of my hubby and his boss."

"I'm still getting used to it." said Liza, figuring there was little use in attempting to hide anything from Ito. "I used to work the other side of this coin. The one where no one knew who I was, and no one was ever supposed to."

Anthony Ito smiled "Well, the restaurant we are going to affords its dinners some privacy. I think that's why I love it so."

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They arrived at the Bistro Sundance and were taken to the best table in the house. It was secluded and had a wonderful view of the fleet.

The waiter immediately tended to their all off their needs. He walked away to get their drinks.

"It's like Palatine…but the color scheme is different." Jonathan remarked.

"And the reporters here don't know our names yet." said Liza, with an honest grin.

Anthony Ito looked up "And I like to hide from them. Thank the Gods their rooms are on the other side of the ship."

“Not to talk politics…but…” Jonathan smiled charmingly, " How are you Intrepidians doing? The loss of half your fleet...."

"It's been very hard...in some ways crushing." Mr. Ito said in all candor. "The one thing that gets us through the loss finding the Libra fleet."

"It has been a great blessing." Sandra added.

"Let me assure the feeling is mutual." said Liza. "I only wish we could have found each other sooner."

"Let's thank the gods we found each other, period." Jonathan said with a broad smile. "How about a toast? To new friends."

"Yes, to new friends and to humanity." Sandra agreed.

During the toast, Liza couldn't help wondering why Ito had asked them here, only to beat around the bush for so long. Perhaps he was just trying to get a read on her in general. But frankly, it seemed to her he already had that. Which meant he must have some other purpose. Perhaps his purpose was to talk politics, after all, at some point...and like many politicians and their staff, he simply thought he should beat around the bush for awhile first.

Or perhaps, she thought, allowing herself to at least consider the possibility, He's as desperate as you are for a nice night out without a couple of reporters tapping on his shoulder.

Anthony had watched Liza's reactions since stepping foot on the Nimbus. Cool customer, you are Ms. Liala. he thought. I'm not as bad as my reputation states I am ...not yet, at least.

The waiter came back to the table to take the orders. Within one minute, he made his way back to the kitchen and directly to the head chef.

Anthony Ito looked across the table to Liza "So, are you ready for the convention to start back up?"

Jonathan raised his glass to his lips and took a slow sip. Now the snake strikes.

"Yes....arrangements have been made for quarters for the new delegates and their aides aboard the Palatine, and I'm setting up an orientation session, to take place the evening before the convention resumes. That way, everyone can get to know one another...and the new delegates can have a chance to familiarize themselves with the Palatine. Copies of any legislation recently voted upon by the convention will also be provided--we'll be voting again on it all, to give the new delegates a say in things."

Ahhh, so it's politics you want to discuss after all.... she thought, as she spoke. No matter. At this point, she had to admit, it was first and foremost on her mind, as well.

Anthony smiled "Well...I meant are you ready to go back to the convention? I know I was drained as ours ended." he paused, almost appearing to be lost in thought. "Damn Cylons."

"Liza's tough." Jonathan interjected with a smirk. "She'll be ready."

"Good. I've learned to get through these things you have to be tough, but compromising." Ito opened his coat and produced a memory drive and handed it to Liza. "And willing to share for the greater good. On there you will find all 33 days worth of convention information, unedited."

"Thank you, Mister Ito." she said, cautiously accepting the drive. She knew the score. And in his world--just as in hers, before the Cylon attacks--nothing came for free.

Sandra changed the subject and smiled "So, what do you like to do for fun when the press isn't chasing you or asking dumb questions?"

"Not much." Liza said, honestly. "I haven't really had much time to do otherwise, since the attacks. We can blame the Cylons for costing me the last two weeks of my annual leave, in fact." she said, attempting to inject a little humor, however dark, into things.

Sandra smiled "You two must try the live theater on Nimbus at some point. The acting troupe is wonderful. They still put on classic plays at night and work with the children on the ship during the day."

Anthony agreed "The Starlight Stage company does a lot good work."

"That's a wonderful idea, Mrs. Ito." Jonathan said cordially and warmly. His years aboard luxury vessels, socializing with guests, was coming in handy now. "I enjoy live performances."

This was getting ridiculous, she thought. In and around and around in circles....there might have been a time when she would have had the patience for it. In fact, she had been very good at it, back on the Colonies....and there were still many times quite frequently she had the patience for it. But in this case...Something didn't feel quite right about it all. It was almost as if Ito was holding back....As if he were waiting for something. She thought back, to when he had handed her the drive. 'Willing to share for the greater good'......

She took a final breath, and looked Ito straight in the eye.

"Mister Ito....I'm sure we've both been dancing circles around one another tonight. Reading each other...evading each other....wondering about each other." she said, with no hint of malice or hidden agenda in her voice. "Let's level with one another, here and now.....for the common good, as you put it. I'm sure there's much we could accomplish, if we do so.", she finished, this time with a genuine smile.

Ito raised an eyebrow "For the common good, I gave you the information you have been looking for. Information that will give you insight into the goings on of the Intrepid convention and day to day life. I have nothing to hide, and neither does my boss. The Cylons are our enemies, lets not make their jobs any easier." Anthony Ito paused for a moment "Take what Patrick said in the meeting other day and apply it to those records on the stick. I think you will find a different person than the one you heard of before the attacks, Ms, Liala."

Jonathan cleared his throat and said to Sandra, “Mrs. Ito, you have my apology, that this has become a political commercial for Mr. Greene. I bet you get that a lot." And he laughed slightly.

Sandra smiled "No apology need, Mr. Willborn...and you're right."



"I assure you I do not intend to make the Cylons' job any easier, Mr. Ito." Liza said. "Nor was I accusing you of actively attempting to hide anything from anyone. But I've found it can be hard to get out of the habits one has fallen into for so long....including the games over the table that both of us no doubt played often, before the attacks. Rather....I have a desire to deliver a message of my own, which I hope you and Mister Greene will find as helpful as I no doubt will the information you have provided me with."

Anthony sat there with a slight smile "Which is, Ms. Liala?"

"That I have already been gathering information as to your fleet...As you seem to already know, and as you have no doubt been doing in opposite direction. And that I am no longer focused on who a man was before the attacks. That world is gone, for all of us. The Cylons burned it. Holding onto it will only hold the human race down. There's no place for the grudges of the old world in the new....and I'm letting mine go. I'll work with anyone concerned for the future of the human race."

"I think you will find that Mr. Greene is of the same mindset. I hope what you find on that memory stick will prove it, Ms. Liala."

Sandra Ito noticed the waiter coming with the first course. "So, can we bury this political discussion for mine and Mr. Willborn's sanity and get to the real reason we are here...dinner?"

Anthony smiled "I think it can be done for the rest of dinner."

"Agreed." said Liza, seemingly much more at ease than during the first half of the dinner.

"It looks fantastic." Jonathan said, indicating the food placed on the table. "And it smells delightful."

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Day 92,
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When he entered Commander Heralds office, Malachi was once more reminded how insignificant he as a lowly Captain was compared to the Fleet Commander.

The two Marines who were escorting him everywhere were waiting outside, next to the two that were guarding the Commanders office, and for a moment, Malachi was glad to have finally escaped their watchful gaze. Only to wish that he was outside with them when Commander Herald finished whatever paperwork he had been working on and started glaring at him.

"Captain Malachi Nyberg reporting as ordered, Sir!" Malachi saluted.

Commander Herald was taken completely by surprise when the Captain saluted, but he rose to his feet and returned the salute: "As you were Captain, and please take a seat", Herald said as he motioned to the chair.

"Thank you Commander." was Malachi's only reply while he too the offered seat, dark thoughts flitting through his head.
I'm curious as to what he's going to do....have me shot or only thrown into the brig....frak it, if I had kept my mouth shut he might even have kept me in the fleet!

"So Captain Nyberg, I hate to be blunt, but as you can imagine, there are very pressing matters with the addition of Bellerophon and the other ships", Herald started out. "There will be many court martials and trials in the following weeks", Herald said in a warning tone, "but those are reserved for the ones that knew the right thing, and didn't do it".

"But as for your case Captain, you knew the right thing, along with many others on Bellerophon, but instead of not doing it at all, you waited until the time was right... waited until you were sure the right thing had a hope of being accomplished", Herald said in a lighter tone.

For a moment, Malachi thought he was dreaming. Has he just been telling me that I might not even have to face a court martial? But then that could mean that I can stay in the fleet....maybe even on the Belle!"

But for the moment, he didn't dare to interrupt Herald, for fear that the Fleet Commander might rethink his generosity....

"However, your actions will not go unpunished", Herald said, picking up a paper, skimming it with his eyes, "it says here that Colonel Cole recommended that you take the XO position on the Bellerophon, but given your past actions", Herald looked up from the paper and into Nyberg's eyes, 'no matter how noble the outcome was, you will be demoted back to your former rank as Lieutenant and given your old duties".

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(Around 18:00 hours, Day 92)

Her eyes were still shut, but she was conscious. A dull throb engulfed her head, and her throat was dry. As she became more fully conscious, these simple facts became the only things she could think about. Memories, or even a basic awareness of where she was escaped her. Rayna let out a hoarse and staggered cough.

"Sir! She's awake again!" yelled one of the nurses on duty.

Rayna distinctly heard voices nearby. Excited chatter between a couple people...but who were they? Squinting her right eye, she cautiously opened her left and peered around. That's when a creeping sense of dread hit her. She wasn't in her rack like she unconsciously assumed. Standing near her were a couple.. nurses? Their uniforms were clearly that of the Colonial military. Was she on a base? A ship? Struggling to remember, all she came up with were blanks. It didn't look like the Valkyrie, but she assumed it was some sort of infirmary.

However, as she looked around, it all became vaugely familiar. She could remember bits and pieces of.. Quickdraw! Rayna remembered something about Quickdraw. "Was he here?" she thought. Everything was too blurred and confusing. It was like trying to remember a lost dream. "W..Why would he be HERE though?"

A white lab coat approached her. She assumed it contained a doctor. Still half-squinting through one eye, she followed it up until her gaze met a face. It appeared to be a young blonde-haired female.

"How are you feeling?" the doctor asked warmly.

After a couple moments, Rayna tried to reply, but a groan and a cough was all she could manage.

"I see.." The doctor scribbled something on a clipboard and nodded to a nearby nurse. A large man approached Rayna with some water. She was apprehensive at first, but then greedily gulped it down.

"Take it slow. That's right. Easy now."

Rayna, with both eyes mostly open now, glared at the doctor but slowed down. She took a few deep breaths when she was done.

"Feeling better now?" asked the doctor.

Swallowing several times and licking the inside of her mouth, Rayna nodded slightly and spoke.

"Yes."

"Good. Feeling up to a few more questions?"

She reluctantly nodded.

"Do you know where you are?"

Rayna looked around again.

"An infirmary, right?" she asked quietly.

"Yes. Do you know what ship you're on?"

"So I AM on a ship.."

She shook her head a few times. "No.."

The doctor scribbled some more onto her clipboard. Rayna was beginning to really feel uneasy now. The nurse next to her looked sadly to the doctor. The doctor returned the look.

"...Tell me, what is the last thing you remember?"

Rayna couldn't remember anything too clearly though. Just that she was-

"I.. was on the Valkyrie. ...This, isn't the Valkyrie, is it.."

The doctor jotted a few quick notes and flipped through some pages on the clipboard. She sounded grim. "No, this isn't the Valkyrie."

The doctor looked at Rayna and then offered a restrained smile. "Okay. That's all. Just take it easy."

"That's it??" She frowned as the doctor walked away. As soon as she looked to the nurse, he looked away and went about his duties, hanging his head.

Rayna sighed and began biting her lip in frustration.

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Day 92

Patrick Greene and Liza Liala had sat through the delegate debate and convention question session on Colonel Heavy 691. Greene did not speak during the meeting, but he did smile a lot when David Moore spoke about his ideas for the convention and how we all needed to get along.

During the debate and question time, most of the ship captains arrived on CH 691. Some smiled openly and shook the hands of Liza Liala and Patrick Greene while others filed on by like they were not there.

"Gods preserve us all", Liza muttered under her breath, as the last of the captain's filed into t the meeting. Greene, Liza, Willborn, and Mr. Ito waited outside.

The captains met in an executive session. Greene finally broke the silence between everyone in the room.

“So, what do you think they’re going to drop on our laps?” Greene wondered aloud. “You can tell they’re not happy about this morning.”

"Probably something about the jumps, the lack of information, the supposed pirates, and how they really wish the military would make a statement. The usual stuff that fills my inbox these days."

"You forgot to add one thing, Ms. Liala" Greene smiled "And when are you going to say and do something about it? I get the same messages, as well."

Anthony Ito smiled and laughed under his breath "I see some things are the same between the two fleets."

"It's one fleet now." she said, decisively. "It has to be."

Greene raised an eyebrow "True, but some things are the same and will never change..."

Captain Meyers poked his head out of the conference room "Ms. Liala and Mr. Greene, we're ready for you. Please, no aides, just you two."

Liala and Greene rose, and walked toward the conference room. Ito remained behind; however, Willborn followed, close behind Liza as always.

"I'm sorry sir, but the captains asked expressly for them only and we have three armed marines in the room.” Meyers said “Ms. Liala will be fine, I promise.”

Willborn's mouth opened to protest, but Liza turned and put a hand on his shoulder, the other hand patting her own weapon fondly.

"No one is messing with me." she said, with a brief grin. "At least not and live to see tomorrow. I'll be fine."

Liza and Patrick found that they were on the receiving end of an overly annoyed and angry Captain's Union. The first complaint was the incident with the pirates. Jenna Correnti of Scorpion Mining 742 seemed to be the most vocal over what happened.

Another thing happened in the meeting. It wasn’t anything that was said or agreed to. During the verbal ‘barrage’, Patrick Greene and Liza Liala started working together.

Some would say it was survival instincts, some would say it was political handling and maneuvers. They sympathized with the captains and promised to talk with the military and get them to see ‘their’ point of view. Both stayed on their toes and in a few instances, cover the other person’s back.

Then there was the convention and that the Captains' Union wanted a voting seat and the right to speak. Liza reminded them that ex-government employees and civilian officer holders could not vote unless they were elected. Mr. Greene quickly suggested an observer seat for the union and that observers to the convention did have the right to speak.

The most notable thing was when Greene and Liala stood their ground when the Captains nearly shot down the idea. The issue was eventually defused when Liza agreed to two observer seats that would be open for use as the Captains' Union saw fit.

After a few minutes, and to the great relief of Liza and Patrick, the meeting was over. They moved through the ship quickly heading for their shuttles.

Liza, Patrick and Willborn finally stood in the bay. Since coming out of the meeting, they had not really said a thing to each other. Liza finally broke the silence.

"That was....strangely reminiscent of other meetings I've been to in the past." she said, with a sigh.

Greene chuckled a little "I felt a little deja-vu there myself, Ms. Liala. That seemed like the last Quorum-Adar meeting at various moments. They were a feisty group of captains, not that I can blame them. Good job on the non-voting seats there."

"It was your suggestion." she said, with a small smile.

Greene smiled "Yes, but you finished selling it with adding the second seat. Guess the next thing is to talk to Commander Guynes before I ask to meet with Commander Herald. I'll let them know about the captains' concerns."

"Minus some of the choicer comments, naturally." she said with another sigh. "If their words had been weapons, neither of us would have a head left..."

"Naturally. They were rather cut throat tonight." said Greene.

Anthony Ito walked up with their shuttle pilot. Patrick Greene gave him a look of that he would 'be there in a minute'.

"Well, I have one more meeting to go to over on the Hydrus and then I can finally call it a day. I hope you and Mr. Willborn get to enjoy a pleasant night." Greene said as he offered his hand to her.

"Thank you." she said, shaking his hand. "You as well."

As they parted company, Captain Barrington arrived in the bay, and while walking to the shuttle with Liala and Willborn,, Barrington smiled.

"I have a question for the both of you. When was the last time you two had a night alone?"

"Err.....Counting or not counting wireless calls?" Liza said, in a perfectly serious tone.

"Well, the reason I ask is one thing became apparent to me during the meeting and looking over what has happened at your convention." Barrington paused "You are still an unknown in the old Intrepid fleet, but that will be changing soon."

"I know." she said, letting her face and eyes go totally blank to conceal the fear--she admitted it to herself--that she felt over it. She thought back, for a moment, to Helen Goodland's refusal of an observer's seat... Treasure your anonymity....treasure your ability to disappear., she thought. You'll never hold it so dear as when you know it is gone forever.

"I can't say I am...pleased about that. But then again, the Cylons never bothered to ask us what would please us."

"Well, I keep the Presidential Suite and two of my Honeymoon suites open for special visitors and just married couples." he paused to look at Liza and Willborn "All three rooms are open tonight. Please, enjoy a night of anonymity on the Nimbus. If you need clothing, I'll have one of our old first class clothing stores opened up for you both. Keep what you take, please"

Barrington paused for a moment to let his offer sink in "Plus, I'll throw in the Captain's pass and you'll get right into all the shows and bars with no problems. I would like for you both to be my guest tonight."

She considered it all for awhile, which in her case amounted to about a second and a half.

"Thank you, Captain. We accept."

"Excellent!" smiled the Captain "May I suggest one of the Honeymoon suites? They have great hot tubs...better than the one in my quarters."

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Seven hours ago, the teams from cargo shuttles Canis 1 and Canis 2 had entered the wrecked Satyr to begin salvage operations. The teams reported that all medical supplies and other valuable items had been procured and were now enroute to the jumpstar.

[“Canis 1 to Lycanthrope Actual.”. The pilot’s voice was heard throughout the CIC of the civilian ship.

“Go ahead, Max.” CO Merton said up into the air, for a microphone to pick up his voice easily.

[“How about when I dock, I take Buzzard out , so we have more eyes in the sky?”]

Merton quickly picked up a handset, which cut off the overhead microphones and speakers.

“That’s a negative, Max. If it was only the carp, I’d say yes, but there could be plenty roach.”

[“You’re right… Thor can yelp.”] Max replied, but only Merton could hear him. [“But it is rather thorny here. What do you think those cylons are doing?”]

“It’s odd all right.’ Merton said into the handset. “They have to wonder what happened to their heavy raiders.. and to a whole base ship. If we are lucky, we’ll be gone before they come looking.”

“Fat chance of that.” Gwen Wyatt, the old Engineering Specialist quipped. “Our luck has its limits. And I figure we’re plumb out right about now.”

Max looked at her: the kind of a look that means “shut up”, then he said into the handset.
“Just get back here, Max, and to the CIC.”

Two more hours until that med ship gets off that rock. All we need is two more hours.


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Day 92 2100 Hours
Hospital Ship Chiron lift site



"T minus 15 minutes to lift."

Master Chief Petty Officer Ty Samuels was back in his EVA suit, standing on the little knoll that had become his favorite vantage point during the previous eight hours. His voice came over the wireless, calm, clear and professional. "All motors, report status."

The SeaBees handling the four huge lifting engines sounded off, each giving the same report - idling, ready for full burn, auxiliary power output to the lifting framework at 100%. Elsie stood ready to lift the Chiron back into orbit. The crawlers were back aboard the Monster, and the heavy transport was making ready to return to the Titan. From his position on the small hill, Samuels could see several members of the Construction Battalion moving over the top surface of the Chiron, attaching remote cameras for use during the docking maneuvers to come. The Chiron's main computer had been declared a total loss, although peripheral systems such as the sub-main in Engineering were undamaged. The SeaBees were rigging wireless video cameras to serve as eyes for a makeshift control center being assembled in the engine room. If everything went as planned, once the lifting cradle cleared Chiron from the rocks below, they'd pitch the ship upward a few degrees and fire the hospital ship's engines to accelerate it into orbit. The lifting cradle could achieve orbit with the big ship, alone, but it would progress much faster with the Chiron's additional thrust.

The next fifteen minutes were filled with wireless chatter - engine status, framework gravity lock power levels, camera checks... every tidbit of information adding to the mental picture Ty Samuels maintained of the lift's state of readiness. As the lift team worked through the final sixty seconds, everything seemed to fall seamlessly into place, an intricate dance that would result in the huge hospital ship rising skyward on four pillars of flame.

"Lift Command, all motors at ten percent, framework is energized, gravity locking system online and holding."

"Engineering reports pre-ignition sequence complete, standing by."

"Survey teams report all repairs holding. Vessel remains depressurized."

"Lift Command, Monster Actual. We are clear of lift site, returning home."


The Master Chief took one last look at the red-brown rocks of the planet his new fleet, the Libra fleet, had named 'Trap2'. Then he turned and strode a few meters to his waiting shuttle, the Midget. He boarded, taking a seat at the flight engineer's station and jacking his suit wireless into the console. The moment the cabin pressurization lights turned green, he popped his helmet and set it aside. The shuttle roared up through Trap2's thin atmosphere into a low orbit and spun about to see the Chiron through the forward windscreen.

"Chiron lift team, all sections report Go or No Go," Samuels said into his suit mike.

"Motor Control - Go."

"GravLocks - Go."

"Survey - Go."

"Engineering - Go."

"Flight Control - all lights are green. Flight path is clear, we are Go for full burn."


"Flight Control, this is Lift Command, you are authorized for full burn in five seconds on my mark..." In the shuttle, the Master Chief checked the chronograph mounted on the sleeve of his EVA suit. With a glance at the shuttle pilot, and the hospital ship framed in the windows just beyond, he looked back at his chrono and said, "Mark!"

Flight control called out the countdown.

"T minus five seconds." The four huge thrusters arranged on the sides of the Chiron blazed red-orange, and then the force of their exhaust filled the thin air with reddish-grey dust.

"T minus four seconds." On the planet below, an irregular circle of whitish-red clouds boiled outward from the hospital ship, rolling into the nearby depressions and splitting apart where it met rocky outcroppings.

"T minus three seconds. All motors at 90% thrust." The Chiron had nearly disappeared in the billowing cloud, the only indication of its existence was the flares of white hot exhaust gasses and the dust that surged outward with them.

"T minus two seconds. All motors at 110% thrust."

"T minus one second. Survey standing by for lift confirmation."

From the shuttle, there was no longer any sign of the Chiron, just a huge dust cloud nearly a mile across already, spreading rapidly in the sparse atmosphere. Bright orange-white flickers could be seen in the center of the cloud, the only indication left of the four monstrous rocket motors that struggled to lift the vessel from the barren world where it had been stranded.

"Lift Command, this is Survey. We have visual and sensor confirmation that the Chiron has cleared the surface."

Ty Samuels broke out in a broad smile. Turning to the shuttle pilot, he gave the order to return to orbit near the Titan. He continued to monitor the lift's progress via the wireless. Roughly sixty seconds into the flight, Survey reported that they had gained sufficient altitude to clear the local terrain. Samuels authorized Engineering to fire the Chiron's engines, and was rewarded moments later with a report that all six of the hospital ships main thrusters were online and standing by. Samuels turned the operation over to the Flight Control officer, a Lieutenant whose station was in the rear of the same shuttle in which Samuels rode. The Master Chief sagged back in his chair, accepting a bottle of water from one of the shuttle's crew, and watched the events unfolding below on the monitor screens.

Viewed from the planet's surface, the Chiron seemed to climb out of a boiling cloud of dust and smoke, rising up on four fiery pillars of flame and thrust forward by six engines that blazed blue-white against the black sky. She fought her way into orbit, first climbing on a vector directly away from the site of her imprisonment, then banking gracefully around in an arc that would lead it into a matching orbit with the Tauranian Titan. Somewhere along that route, Flight Control determined that she had broken the bonds of gravity that once held her captive, and the mighty engines of the lifting cradle were stilled. The hospital ship disappeared into the darkness of Trap2's sky.

On board the Tauranian Titan the bridge crew watched nervously as the hospital ship was boosted out of Trap2's gravity well and headed for orbit. A cheer went up as Flight Control confirmed that the the ship had reached a stable orbit. The cheer was just trailing off when the DRADIS operator called out. "Colonel Trafford," the officer shouted, "I have two DRADIS contacts, closing fast."

"Sir, they're Cylon Raiders."


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The mission seemed pretty straightforward, 'it' contemplated while preparing for the jump. Not even a day ago, they had lost contact with one of the Baseships in a star system not far....she had been investigating the loss of several of her Heavy Raiders and then, suddenly, she was gone, implying either a catastrophic internal failure or a vastly superior enemy force.

Because of this, the two Raiders came out of their FTL-jump at the other side of the solar system and approached the second planet, where the Heavy Raiders had been heading too very slowly and carefully.

Even at extreme range it was easy to pick up the faint DRADIS-signals of two ships in orbit around the second planet....

As the two got closer, other contacts were added to that list....remnants of the Baseship they had been looking for, floating in a low orbit around the second planet...

Fueled by anger over her death, they both accelerated toward the planet and the orbiting ships, getting more and more readings about the two....and quickly identified them as a Colonial Vessel-retriever and a Colonial Jumpstar.

The threat level was assessed as 'low'; those two ships couldn't possibly deal out that kind of damage.

But seeing how neither of the Raiders was equipped with nuclear warheads for this mission, the other Raider continued on its course to disrupt any shuttle traffic and act as a diversion while 'it' jumped back to its Baseship, angered and frustrated that it might miss some of the fight.....but with the knowledge that it would return with many of its brethren.

And then these Colonials would burn.....

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“DRADIS contact!” Ivan Shirenko, the XO of the jumpstar shouted. “Two cylon raiders!”

“FRAK.” Merton blurted out. ‘Time to intercept?”

“They’re at the edge of the system, inbound… maybe a few minutes.” Paula Gold, the Tactical Officer, answered.

“Condition One.” Merton ordered. “Inform Titan, but I’m sure Trafford sees ‘em, too. How about Chiron?”

“She’s up.” Gwen Wyatt said to all.. “She just needs to be attached to Titan. I don’t think those raiders are gonna wait, though.”

*****

The jumpstar was turning her guns onto the approaching enemy ships, waiting for the pair to be in firing range.

*****

“One jumped away!” Gold shouted from her station. “The other is…”

“Fire suppression barrage!” Merton ordered. “Take it out!”

“Those bastards are getting smart.” Max Solingen, at the helm said to Colonel Wilson and to fellow co-pilot Nicodemus Crespo. “I swear they are learning, adapting.”

“Yeah.” Crespo agreed. “They would both fight or both Jump.. together. But now…”

"That's why you can never pull the same trick twice on the tin cans." Col. Wilson said "Get in a rut of doing things the same way and the chrome toasters kill you."

“Frakkin’ toaster is down! We got it!” Ivan Shirenko boasted.

“One raider down.. and the other back to its friends.” Merton said to all. “Prepare for FTL. Take us out of orbit; put us between Titan and any incoming. Get Titan Actual on the horn!”

Wilson looked at Merton "Lets hope Trafford can tie down that damn hospital ship fast. I get the feeling we're not going to be alone for long, my friend."


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Hospital Ship Chiron, approaching the Titan



In orbit above Trap2, the Tauranian Titan was undergoing a transformation.

The vessel retriever was as long as a battlestar, her forward end coming to a point and making the ship look like an immense squid, or perhaps a dart. Now, the four arms that formed the forward half of the ship, each nearly 900 meters in length, were slowly moving apart. The arms, looking fragile despite their huge size, steadily separated while remaining parallel to the central axis of the ship. The forward sections were 700 meters long, while the much shorter aft sections were hinged and braced at both ends. As the arms separated, the Titan looked more and more as though it were some giant spiked weapon with points set at four corners of a square, ready to spear some huge space beast. What it was becoming, in fact, was a giant repair dock, and the Chiron was being guided into it as fast as anyone dared.

On the bridge, Colonel Trafford paced. Frakking Cylons, he raged inside, but he kept his outward appearance seeming no more than just a bit worried. He listened as the DRADIS operator gave updates, and followed the steady stream of status calls from the dockmaster's station. To their credit, his crew and the SeaBees worked liked they'd salvaged a ship under the threat of attack at least a hundred times. Everything was going smooth and by the numbers, their speed limited only by the fact their control over the brain-dead hospital ship was a hastily rigged auxiliary control system in its engine room. If they pushed the ship too fast, and then could not slow it back down, it would mean disaster for both the salvaged ship and the Titan.


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"Holy shit!" Gwen Wyatt uncharacteristically exclaimed. "That Titan is something else!"

"We're a little busy here, Gremlin, waitng for more cylons!" Pilot Max Solingen shouted to the old woman.

"I seen cylons before." Gwen remarked. "But that beautiful Titan.. that's real engineering."

******

Time ticked away, and the Chiron and Titan continued their mating dance. It had taken less than five minutes to put the ship back into orbit, but it was nearly twice that long before she was safely positioned within the outstretched armes of the mobile space dock. Once Colonel Trafford received the word that Chiron was at station-keeping, he ordered the arms to be closed to minimum spacing around the hospital ship. He looked at Mikhail Kadrovic, his XO. "I don't much like this, Mik," Trafford stated, "but we're going to have to jump with Elsie still locked onto the Chiron. If the tin cans show up while we're in the middle of disassembly, we'll be royally buggered."

Kadrovic nodded, and put in a call to the dockmasters station. On the monitors, the bridge crew watched as a small swarm of construction shuttles rigged gigantic cables connecting Chiron to the four arms of the space dock. Trafford knew they were pushing it out there, but the slow painstaking job was completed in half the normal time, and by the Gods graces no one was killed getting it done. The Colonel had to deal with the unyielding requirements of the job at hand, and hope that the Cylons gave them enough breathing room to get it done.

When the call finally came in that the Titan was rigged for movement, Trafford was visibly relieved. "Spin up FTL drives, Major. Make the ship ready to jump." Trafford continued to pace, his gaze jumping from monitor to DRADIS to the chart table and back. "Comms," he said, "get the captain of the peashooter on the line, and tell him the Titan is ready to leave this bloody rock!"


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Returning to the system with several dozens of his brethren, 'it' quickly searched for its pack-mate, only to find that it had been taken down, presumably by the Jumpstar. Proposing reassessment of threat level 'it' communicated to the others, but they paid no heed. How dangerous could a lone and antiquated Ship be?

In the meantime the old Colonial Warship in question was quickly moving itself between the large Vessel-retriever and the Raiders that were now closing in.

Knowing that 'it' would, without any heavy warheads, be pretty useless against the antiquated Warship, 'it' hung back and let the others pass....urging them on to rip the Colonials to shreds.

The first wave consisted of more than half of the Raiders that approached the Jumpstar, and as soon as they came into weapons range, they all activated their CNP-backdoors. This was given a very low probability due to the fact that the Jumpstar would most likely not have the newer navigational program installed....but it was worth a shot.

At the same moment that some of the Raiders were starting to believe it had actually worked, the suppression fire started, and the entire first wave literally ran into a lead wall. Over three fourths of them were shot down, not one of them managed to escape that opening salvo unscathed.
Of the numerous missiles that were fired, only a handful hit the target, none of them a nuke though...

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The jumpstar shook once again, from another missile hit. Her armor, thick like on all old warships, wasn’t breached, thankfully.

Titan better get out of here.” Merton said to Taurus’s XO, Colonel Dean Wilson. “We surprised that first group of raiders, and the second is inbound. A nuke would hurt, Colonel.”

"And you can bet the toasters have already gone to plan B." The Colonel looked at the DRADIS "Come on, Trafford, get your butt out of here!"

Merton turned to his pilots, “Defensive maneuver, Max. Protect our landing bay! Crespo, be ready with the Jump key!”

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Just when the second wave of Raiders was getting close enough to fire their missiles, 'it' registered an energy spike relatively close....

the vessel-retriever has jumped!

But when 'it' refocused on its prey again, the Jumpstar too dematerialized in a flash of light....the enemy had escaped!

Angered and frustrated, 'it' performed the jump back to the mothership. Maybe 'she' would have more luck finding this elusive prey.....

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"Well, Colonel, I guess you'll be getting back to Taurus. Do mention we are low on ordnance and could use some repairs." Merton said with a huge smirk on his face.

Col. Wilson grinned "I think I can find some ammo and gear to patch the old girl."

Ivan Shirenko added. "And be sure to thank the brass for leaving us at that blasted star system. You'd think that after a few hours they might-"

"Ivan." Merton said as he raised a hand. Then to Wilson he continued. "I hope your brainiacs can decipher that encription code in those Satyr files."

"I think they need to get to work on this damn pronto." Wilson took one more look around before boarding the raptor. "Gods, I love these old girls. Hellova job, Merton. You guys always do fantasic work."

Behind Merton, Gwen Wyatt felt her copy of the Satyr files, on the small diskette in her jacket's pocket.


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2230, Day 92
Liza Liala and Jonathan Willborn on Nimbus

"This suite is... sweet." Jonathan was astonished by the lavish furnishings. "But, we aren't spending all of the night in here. No way."

"Planning to tour the Nimbus?"

"Not a tour.. but we are gonna enjoy this ship." he smiled. “There's a show scheduled for 2315 in the main showroom. Take off that jacket, let your hair down, and let's blend in as best as possible." he thought for a second. "And as much as this is going to kill you, lose the gun. We regular folks don't have guns."

"Really?" she said in a teasing tone. "Given the Cylon threat, I think you're going to see that changing. Although I can't say I'm thrilled about that, since all it will mean is hundreds of untrained idiots packing heat."

"No talk about cylons." he began to tick off the banned subjects with his fingers. "No talk about delegates.. or the convention, or the Press.. or the mil.. or Greene.. or pirates or... " He smiled broadly. "We only talk about what we see here on Nimbus. We live in the moment. Deal?"

"But Greene IS here on Nimbus....and so are...." she said, before realizing it was going to be a losing battle. "Alright, alright. Fine."

"But if you see a cylon, you can tell me, because that is on this ship, and we'll notify ship's security or the nearest marine.. then we will vacate the area." he let out a little laugh. “So... let's go, 'L'. And you can call me 'J'."

"No one here knows my name." she said, a large grin spreading over her face. "No one here knows my face. No one here even knows who I am if I introduce myself by name....it's like....how it used to be."

"Elle, let's play it safe. You utter 'Liala’ just once and ... let's not find out, okay?”

She threw her head back and laughed for a few seconds, as if she found something to be funnier than usual.

"Just like how it used to be." she said with a grin.

"Oh?"

"No one knows who I am....And yet extra efforts are to be taken to keep anyone from finding out anyways." she said, and then paused for a moment. "I miss it. I miss it like some miss the sun and the trees and the sky."

"Well, don't miss it any more; here it is, Mrs. 'Elle Tyler from Hydrus on your honeymoon with husband Jay Tyler'. Come on, we can stop at one of the shops on the way to the showroom." He opened the door to the hallway.

"Let's shop for wedding clothes." she said with a grin. "I'd hate to have to get married in the same stuff I've been wearing for three months."

"You mean, 'Let's shop for clothes', period. Cuz we are married, Mrs. Tyler.' And he grabbed her arm and pulled her to him, and kissed her passionately there in the doorway.


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