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 Post subject: Episode 3: Rendezvous at Ragnar
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Previously on Battlestar Libra…

1. Lt. Patrick Cardelli launched his Raptor from a ground base on Aerilon expecting to rendezvous with the Battlestar Omega’s battle group and launch a counter attack against the invading Cylon forces.

2. Instead Cardelli wound up in a life and death struggle with his ECO, who turned out to be a Cylon collaborator named Simon Landers.

3. Arriving at new President Roslin's rendezvous coordinates he waited patiently in a massive debris field to see if other Colonial ships survived.

4. Fortunately he was rescued by the assembling civilian fleet led by Kalrk and Mercurius.

5. Meanwhile on Cassiopeia, Mason Cardelli – Patrick’s father - and his employees are hiding underground, frantically loading their ships with supplies and equipment while they wait to see if the Cylons decide to move toward them from a nearby captured military base.


Cassiopeia – a small moon orbiting the outer planet in the Colonial star system
The “Cardelli Corporation”, Day 1 0545 CUT
Preparing for evacuation at an underground tylium mine

Mason was in the underground office bright and early after managing to catch a couple of hours sleep, pausing just long enough to pour the noxious liquid his personal secretary had dared to call coffee down the room’s small sink.

He opened the overhead cabinet and reached past all of the liquor bottles and took out a clean crystal glass. Opening a small refrigerator next to the sink he took out a carton of orange juice and poured himself a glass.

“The coffee around here has always sucked… even when we had Colonies to grow the frakking beans,” he decided moodily. He took a sip from the glass and then laughed heartily. “Now the frakking Cylons even have me talking to myself.”

There was a soft knock at the door and he turned to see Adrianna enter. She gave him a small smile but he could tell that most of her thoughts were elsewhere, namely with Patrick and her mother Mariah.

“The latest scouting mission just touched down,” she reported. “There’s no sign of other ships – friendly or otherwise – on our Dradis and the shuttle’s pilots have reported that the Cylons still haven’t moved off of the military base.”

“We have to leave today,” Mason said firmly, drinking the last of the orange juice in his glass. “Make sure the workers down there finish the loading ASAP.”

He watched her turn toward the door. “Adrianna,” he said, causing her to pause mid-step. “It will be all right,” Mason reassured her. “We will be all right. Everyone lost family in this… but we can still survive if we’re smart and work quickly.”

“I know…” she said. “But we have no way of knowing who else survived.”

“Anyone who did will be looking out for themselves first – the same as we have to do,” he said firmly. A thought occurred to him. “From now on, have the shuttles go out randomly every twenty to forty minutes. The longer we stay here, the longer our enemy has to plan surprises for us.”

“I’ll tell them,” Adrianna acknowledged, leaving her father to plot.

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Previously on Battlestar Libra….

The Libra was escorted by the only remaining ships from BSG 26, the Perseus and the Douglas J. Griffyn.

The Griffyn and Perseus sent out recon Raptors, which would meet the Battlegroup at Ragnar on D1 T0600.

The Griffyn repaired what she could, and salvaged what Vipers were salvageable, and headed towards Ragnar. After the jump there, the Griffyn’s personnel were forced to make a tough decision: destroy the Destroyer Heron. She was a danger to the entire Battlegroup, and began launching nukes.

Colonel Brennan Herald (with collaberation from CDR Rodriguez, and upon Rodriguez orders) made the decision to destroy the Heron after she launched three nukes at Libra. The nukes were destroyed, and moments later, so was the Heron.

This has left the Colonel, and most of the CIC personnel on edge to any strange ship.

At 0455, a new ship called Ensiferum jumped to Ragnar, and was escorted to the Anchorage by the Griffyn……

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POV>Liza Liala, CBI

0531
Grandeur

She walked into the shuttlebay,, trying to smooth her jacket, rumpled from the brief (almost no time at all) time that she had slept in it. Ahead of her, Mercurius had landed, and it’s ramp was extended. Someone wearing clothing indicating him as a member of the crew of the Granduer approached her.

"Your ride is ready, Miss."

She and Willborn made their farewells, and she made sure to remind him not to sleep (despite what she knew from personal experience would be temptation to the contrary) while she was gone. As he left, she walked forward, and climbed the ramp of the Mercurius, stopping at the top.

"Permission to come aboard, Mister Kalrk?"

"Come on in, Liza Liala!" he shouted from within Mercurius.

Liza went up front and sat down in the other seat. The ramp retreated back inside its holding space in the small ship, and the hatch closed.

Kalrk, with his helmet off and on the "dashboard", turned and offered to shake her hand.

"Welcome back on Mercurius.', The selfish thrill seeker said to the CBI agent.’"
And he smiled.

So. He had not forgotten that. No point in starting a fight over it again. One of her eyebrows rose slightly…other than that, she gave no reaction at all.

"Thank you, Mister Kalrk."

"One of our ships picked up a wounded raptor pilot." Kalrk began to catch her up to date.
"He said his ECO was somehow collaborating with the Cylons and had THIS gizmo."

He handed her the white Cylon device.

“Please don't turn it on." Kalrk said.

She took the device, turning it around in her hands, examining it….

"No worries there, Mister Kalrk. Glad to see you made it back in one piece....."

"Thanks." he said genuinely. "Major Merconi saved my ass, with her sweet little ship, Terpsichore."

Changing subjects he asked, "What about the Grandeur's FTL system? Did you find out what happened?"

"Yes....sabotage."

He rubbed his chin absent mindedly.

"Another collaborator?"

"That would be my bet...." she paused for a moment, then decided to take a chance--there wasn't much to lose.
"You're the Cylon expert, Mister Kalrk.....Any idea what type of people might be collaborating with the Cylons? Anything that might help in my investigation?"

"The Cylon attack... " He was pondering. "...it took out so many military ships... before any shots were even fired. The Cylons seemed to walk right over our military forces... there must have been some people in high places who, for whatever reasons, helped the Cylons."

He paused. "What type of person.. I have no idea.. but it seems apparent that they were throughout the colonies.. that raptor pilot ECO, Grandeur's saboteur, and however the Colonial Forces were shut down."

Liala wondered also.
"I don't get it. Usually, in such situations....the person has something to gain, in return. What could anyone possibly gain from helping the Cylons?"

He added to the list of questions.
"Maybe the Cylons promised them something? Maybe the Cylons didn't let the humans know that their.. return.. would be so bloody?

"Can't see any other way. Damn, guess that's what you get for being a double-crosser. You get double-crossed...." she reached up and rubbed her eyes, then tried in vain to smooth out her now-wrinkled jacket.

Kalrk remembered his near death.
"Whoever sabotaged Granduer picked the perfect moment. I was going to FTL to the little asteroid with Grandeur.. but she couldn't jump, so I stayed with her.. ten 4 raiders showed up... almost killed both of our ships."

"Well, I hope the Commander doesn't want that much of a report on it all. Because at the moment, we've hit a bit of a dead end....."

"Dead end?" Kalrk didn't like the sound of that.
"Didn't the culprit leave some clues? Was there any visual footage? How badly damaged was the ship? Any kind of weapon?"

"Ship wasn't damaged at all. The sabotage was preformed from an access panel in a corridor....Managed to take down the FTL without touching any other systems at all. Damn hard job, from what I hear. Visual footage....none. That area wasn't covered by cameras. Whoever did this knew the ship's systems--and the gaps in the surveillance system--very well."

"Frak…...And maybe.. maybe there were such 'types' on some of the military ships.. maybe even at Fleet Headquarters."
He wanted her to imagine a vast number of conspirators, so that when she learned of bio-cylons, it would all fit.

"I think there would have to be.....they brought it all down...everything....so fast. So thoroughly. Chaos." her hands clenched at her sides, and her lips tightened, her eyes closed briefly. "They never had a chance."

"We have a chance. We have to keep our eyes open for any ... oddities, I guess."

She laughed harshly. "Oddities? Oddities like our entire society getting destroyed in the blink of an eye? Oddities like people collaborating with our worst enemy for seemingly nothing in return? Oddities like that? Everything is an oddity now, Mister Kalrk.....The only odd things are the things that still seem normal."

He took a deep breath. He wouldn't be drawn into any heated exchange with her, not this time.

“I mean.. any odd behavior, like if someone is somewhere he or she should not be.. things like that."

She sighed, and rubbed at her eyes again.

"So far it seems everyone was, unfortunately."

This was ridiculous. She should have been in better shape than this. She had been up for days and not been in this bad of shape. But....so much had drained out of her, when she had heard Keramidas' latest announcement over the PA on the Granduer....and dammit, it showed. And she couldn't have that, not now....

"You wouldn't happen to have any coffee around, would you, Mister Kalrk?"

"I have coffee.” he said warmly. "I have stronger stuff too. And please, drop that 'Mister'."

The stronger stuff. She had used it before, on long, tough assignments, during crises or even an intense exercise or two. She would never have guessed it was that widely available....But, she supposed, a man like Kalrk would have had the resources to get just about anything he wanted.

"The stronger stuff, if you please....."

“’If you please... Kalrk.' Sure thing, Liza Liala."


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Battlestar Libra
A huge conference room, Day 1 0600 CUT
Waiting for Commander Rodrigues

Once all of the civilian ships made it down through the storm all of the Captains and other personnel deemed essential immediately began to shuttle over to the Libra.

Most people were, for the most part, a bit shocked upon seeing the damage to the Libra and the Perseus. Griffyn continued to hold position at the rear of the fleet so that it could provide cover in the event of a surprise attack.

With so many people having only bits and pieces of information about the Cylons and their new war, it was felt by most ship captains that all of them should get together and meet while the crew of the Libra continued its search of the Ragnar Anchorage for supplies and munitions. The hope was to put all of those bits and pieces together and come up with some sort of plan of action to preserve the integrity of the newly-formed fleet.

Lt. Cardelli felt rejuvenated and eager to return to duty after sleeping off the doctor’s medications and also getting a decent breakfast. He figured the best place to begin looking for a new job would be the Libra and was extremely anxious to find out more about the device and tactics his ECO had used during the attack. As a result, he politely requested the chance to accompany Captain Mueller to the conference.

When they arrived, most of the ship Captains were already there along with other people who had been deemed essential to the meeting’s simple agenda of “what to do next”. Upon pointing out that Commander Rodrigues was absent, one of the Captains was promptly informed that the Commander was still busy coordinating the search of the Ragnar station and would be in attendance shortly.

With most people emotionally weary, noticeably rattled, and grouchy from lack of sleep all of the room’s occupants waited for the Commander’s arrival. At first they were mostly silent…


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Pov> Psyche (Princess) D'Argent
Hanger Deck
0545

Psy was still on the deck keeping an eye one it and waiting. Because of her inability to get a helmet on she was yet again kept behind on a mission. She sighed even worse she had been given a new one in, fact it was a job that a few people had preformed for her, in her last life. Psy’s lips twisted sardonically at the thought as she waited for her charge’s one Kalrk and Liza Lilia to arrive, because she was going to get to play babysitter. Her sigh turned in to a groan. Well at least Hugo was stuck with her here to even if he was spending the whole time teasing her for all the gauze wrapped around her head, Touching it tentivily she was more sure then before that the medic had gone over board on it. Oh well not like she had a beauty contest to win. Hugo then gave her a nudge apparently the ship with there charges was landing they went to meet them.

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Libra Hanger Deck

Mercurius' ramp was extended down to Libra's deck and the hatch opened.
The woman exited first; she was from the C.B.I.
And the CEO of K Industries followed her down the ramp.

The pair were met by a junior officer and two marines.

That's the military. Kalrk thought to himself.
Always putting on a show.

There was something about the female marine with her head wrapped in gauze. He could see some of her red hair. And her face had no flaw, as though it were a painting.

She looks like D'Argent's daughter, the beauty queen.
But he knew that couldn't be; D'Argent would never have allowed her to join the Colonial Forces.

Liala and Kalrk were escorted to meet Commander Rodrigues.


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pov> Psyche (Princess) D'Argent

Psy stood watching as the ramp was extended. The first one to leave the ship was the woman, whom she was told earlier was a CBI agent by the name of Liza Liala. Psy looked her over and wondered if this is how Toni felt like waiting on her all those times. "Wow" she thought to herself, now there was someone she had not thought of in years - not since she had given her the slip at the 'Miss 12 Colonies' 2 years ago. She supposed she must be dead now.

The next person was the man Kalrk of K industries. She knew little of him as he had just been starting out when she had left that world. She looked up at him to see who it was she was protecting and the world just melted away as her chest contracted painfully.

The group started off without her, not initially noticing that she had not followed. They got about 5 steps when Hugo noticed and spun around to see her standing there with an expression on her face like she had just gotten hit on the head with a frying pan.

“Hey Princess get a move on” he tried to say unconspicuously, to no avail.

It took a few more attempts like this before he gave up and just yelled out very loudly “Hey, Psyche, is that bump to your head finally having an affect to your brain?”

With that he had finally broken through her daze, making her realize she had been forgetting to breathe; exhaling then inhaling she decided to attribute the entire strange incident to that. Quicky she caught up to Hugo and the rest of the party, all of whom now had stopped to stare at her strange behaviour.

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Previously on Battlestar Libra...

Pvt Dan Wolfe hadn’t been on the Libra long enough to be assigned duties with his squad. He had been assigned to a Damage Control team, and had already seen two of his DC teammates, knuckledraggers, killed in an explosion caused by cylon missiles. He’d also seen a Libra crewmember die after being crushed by a collapsed beam. It had taken three of them to lift the beam off the crewmember, but Dan somehow still felt responsible for her death. If only he’d been able to get the beam off her sooner…

The crisis had some positive results for him, though. He’d met LCpl Psyche D’Argent, a stunning redhead who had been a beauty queen before she joined the Marines. She seemed interested in Dan, a surprise to him because he’d heard she preferred to keep to herself. He wasn’t complaining, though! He’d also met PFC Frankie Laffitte, one of the Recon Marines, as Psy was; and another Recon jarhead, LCpl Josette Benoit. Josette was as beautiful as Psy, at least in Dan’s eyes, and it looked like she could be a good friend.

In the chaos of the cylon attacks, Dan had no idea who to report to or what his duties would be. Luckily for him, Josette had taken him under her wing, treating him like another of the elite Recon platoon members.

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Destroyer Douglas J. Griffyn
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D01 T0600

The Captain's meeting was just about to being, and the Recon Raptors were due back at 0600. Herald was looking down at his watch to see that it was indeed 0600.

" Anytime now Mongoose," he whispered to himself.

One minute passed....two...three...four...five....six....SEVEN...

" Multiple DRADIS contacts sir, picking up Colonial Transponders, it's the Raptors," Braddock said.

" Mongoose, this is Herald, we are holding position near the Anchorage, please navigate down through the storm. Perseus Raptors will land with Griffyn's, Mongoose, land your Raptor in the port pod and make sure she's ready to go to the Libra for de-brief," he told Mongoose over the wireless.

Herald suddenly remembered the Captain's Meeting, Rodriguez had said to come to the Libra as soon as the Recon Raptors returned, but he would be in a meeting with the Civilian Captains.

" Braddock, get me Libra," he said as Braddock went to work.

" Line open sir," Braddock replied.

" Libra, this is Griffyn Actual, our recon Raptors have just returned and are requesting to land, Commander, do you want us present at the Captain's Meeting?" Three of the Raptors are on their way to Libra, and the remaining one is preparing to land to bring me over sir. Please give me orders sir." -Herald said in an unknowing tone.

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Previously on Battlestar Libra…

PO2 Alexandra MacLean lived and breathed Viper and Raptor maintenance. The Libra’s Chief of the Deck, Chief Karl Sutton, had seen Mac’s natural ability the first day she’d been assigned there, encouraging her and sharing with her his many years experience. He was, perhaps, not quite old enough to be her father, but that’s how Mac had come to think of him.

Then he’d been killed in a causeway collapse while doing damage control, and the old man, Commander Rodrigues, had directed Mac to take over the Chief’s duties. Mac knew that Chief Sutton had been preparing her to be a chief of the deck someday, but normally that wouldn’t have happened for years.

These were far from normal circumstances, though. Events had been so chaotic, Mac hadn’t had time to think about anything much besides trying to get the birds patched up and flying again. A cylon missile had somehow blasted into the flight deck without exploding, and one of the Marines disarming it had also disarmed her… Frankie Laffitte. She’d been assigned to the Libra for over two years, and had never noticed him before—perhaps because she usually preferred to spend her off-duty time on the deck. There was something about Frankie Laffitte--but Mac could tell he was a ladies’ man, a consummate flirt, and put thoughts of him aside.

There was work to be done, Vipers and Raptors to be repaired, and now… a chance to resupply from Ragnar Station.

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We need to rearm, refuel, and repair.


Mac sat at Chief Sutton’s desk, a file entitled ‘Ragnar Station’ pulled up on the computer screen in front of her. The desk itself was littered with papers and ship parts and partially assembled components… and a set of dog tags and a small box containing Chief Petty Officer insignia.

Mac frowned at the computer screen, scrolling through the file, and finally stopped, nodding slowly. “Knew it was in there,” she muttered, and clicked on the print icon. She sat back and yawned, rubbing her eyes as she waited for the printout to complete. I am so frakking tired… but then she pushed the thought firmly aside. She stood and took the printed out sheets and went out onto the deck, spreading the papers on a worktable.

“What’s this, Mac?” Specialist Li-Hao Chang asked her.

“These, Li, are maps of the supply areas of the station,” Mac said. “Round up the others, will you?”

Mac had sent the nightshift knuckledraggers off to get some rest as soon as the dayshift people had started showing up; when the dayshift crew gathered, she handed out assignments and maps.

“We’re looking for anything and everything we could use for our ships,” she told them. “These maps probably aren’t accurate, but it’s a start. Be quick but be SAFE—I heard it looks like there was already some sort of accident in there. People are more important than any supplies we can get.” And I sure don’t want to lose any more knuckledraggers.

“As soon as the Marines give us the all-clear, we’ll go,” she told the deck crew.

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Riley’s men were already spinning the wheels to undo the hatch. The large port swung open, and the crew moved quickly through the airlock into Ragnar Station. The main entry doors were rusted as if they had been here for hundreds of years, no doubt from the storm below them. In addition there were impact points, recent ones, from small arms fire. The doors opened up to a large room, which was strewn with cases and cylinders. It appeared there was recent activity here. There was a lift in the center of the room, which showed signs it had also been recently used. Along the far wall one of the hatchways had been fused from an explosion. The smell of molten metal still permeated the air.

The marines fanned out, checking everywhere they could for any sign either cylons or humans were on this station.


LCpl Jo Benoit walked in front, while Pvt Dan Wolfe, carrying the heavy machine gun, covered the rear. They moved stealthily, watching for any indication that anyone, cylon or human, was still around.

Someone had definitely been there not too long ago - and there had been a fight. They found some blood on the deck, not yet totally dry.

But there was no body, and no one to be found.

Dan took in the scene, wondering what had happened. This place is creepy, he thought, alert for any danger, but so far the place seemed deserted. He wanted to say something to Jo over the comms, but didn’t want to disrupt her concentration.

They continued the search of the area assigned to them, leapfrogging through hatchways and providing cover for each other.

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Previously on Battlestar Libra....

Captain Ingalo Rees, newest Viper COmmander on the Libra, fought his hardest against the new Cylon Menace, but had his ship badly damaged during the battle. He manged to bring his Viper in for a barely controlled crash landing.

Later that night, he suffered several intense nightmares relating to his now, presumably, deceased finacee, Lisa.


( Timecode 0530, CUT)

The screech was nearly unbelievable. Over and over, loud and piercing.

Ingalo sat up slowly, and reached over and turned off the wake up alarm.

He turned his body stiffly, and set his feet on the floor. He felt as if he had just barely gone to sleep before the alarm had gone off.

Come on, 'Slammer'. It's just another morning. Let's go....

Rolling off of his bed, he took up his normal posistion, and began doing push-ups...100..99...98...97...96....

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Psy stood watching as the ramp was extended. The first one to leave the ship was the woman who she was told earlier was a CBI agent by the name of Liza Lilia. Psy looked her over and wondered if this is how Toni felt like waiting on her all those times. "Wow" she thought to herself, now there was someone she had not thought of in years not since she had given her the slip at the Miss 12 colonies 2 years ago. She supposed she must be dead now.

The next person was the man Kalrk of K industries. She knew little of him as he had just been starting out when she had left that world. She looked up at him to see who it was she was protecting and the world around her melted away as her chest contracted painfully.

The group started off without her not initially noticing that she had not followed. They got about 5 steps when Hugo noticed and spun around to see her standing there with an expression on her fact like she had just gotten hit on the head with a frying pan.

“Hey Princess get a move on” Hugo tried to say unconspicuously, to no avail. It took a few more attempts like this before he gave up and just yelled out very loudly
“Hey, Psyche, is that bump to your head finely haveing an affect to your brain?”

Quicky she caught up to Hugo and the rest of the party all of who now had stopped to stare at her strange behaviour.


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Libra Hangar Bay

Psyche: he called her Psyche. That IS D'Argent's daughter!

Kallark cleared his throat, and smiled at the female marine.

"Are we being escorted by Psyche D'Argent?" Kalrk asked Liala rhetorically.

"Ms. D'Argent? Is that you?"


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Psy caught up to the group and as she arrived HE looked right at her, making her heart race and mouth go dry--just about convincing Psy that for the first time in her life she was getting sick. Trying to shrug off this disconcerting development she answered the question he had just asked.

“Yes” she squeaked.

Clearing her throat, "I umm guess you must have known my father?" she asked him.

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"The business worlds are small, Ms. D'Argent, so I have met your father at a few social functions."

He didn't want to talk about her family, who must have perished yesterday, so he changed the subject quickly, but the change flowed smoothly.

"I am certain you and I have never met before, Ms. D'Argent."

Liala cleared her throat.

"Hmm?" Kalrk's attention was diverted from the redhead.
"Oh. Right. The Commander is expecting us. Let's not keep him waiting.'

As the small group began the walk, Kalrk turned his head, so that Psyche could hear him.
"Perhaps we'll have an opportunity to speak again, Ms. D'Argent. '

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