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The three Galactica Mk II Viper Pilots are bugging out after destroying the Cylons that were riding their Mk 1 Vipers from the unknown Strikestars

There is a tense moment as Gaeta reports that the StrikeStars are activating their Missile Batters and that the DRADIS is warning a Radiological alert.

--Excerpt--

“This is Galacti-”

“Cylons! The vipers are piloted by fraking cylons! Abort, abort!” Jolly was panicking, and Tigh could hear the thrump of viper auto-cannons in the background.

The three dots of the escorting vipers faded away, and Jolly and his two pilots suddenly changed direction, heading back towards Galactica at full speed. The CAP around the strikestars were tightening up and reorienting themselves to face the Galactica, forming up into a text-book example of a spear strike formation. They weren’t closing in on the Galactica and her CAP tough.

“Frak, I got hit with debris! I’m down an engine!” The voice of Jolly’s wingman came over the wireless.

“This is Galactica Actual, Jolly, report!” Bill’s voice was sharp as a knife. Bill had entered full Commander Adama mode.

“Those Vipers were piloted by Cylons. We engaged and destroyed them.” Jolly answered, out of breathe.

“Are you sure?” Bill asked tensely, keeping an eye on the strikestars’ position.

“Sir, I got a fraking Centurion folded over my wing and engine, shiny chrome ass and all.” Jolly’s wingman chimed in with a fear-filled laugh.

“Activity on the strikestars, their batteries are rising from their cradles and reorienting themselves towards us. RADILOGICAL ALARM! Strikestars are readying nukes.” Gaeta yelled, eyes not leaving the tactical screen.

“Prep FTL-jump, commence combat landings. Jump when ready.” It was the only order Bill could give, they had no ordinance, and only half of Galactica’s squadrons. Galactica hadn’t used her FTL-engines in more then twenty years, though they had gone through regular maintenance and checkups. At this point, with eight nuclear armed strikestars seemingly barring down upon them, it would have been the right choice even if the engines hadn’t undergone any maintenance.

“Destination?”

“Caprica.”

The vipers came in hard, ....

TBC

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nBSG © NBC/Universal
Commission -

Description
As seen from the last one - lexikimble.deviantart.com/art/…

The three Galactica Mk II Viper Pilots are bugging out after destroying the Cylons that were riding their Mk 1 Vipers from the unknown Strikestars

There is a tense moment as Gaeta reports that the StrikeStars are activating their Missile Batters and that the DRADIS is warning a Radiological alert.

--Excerpt--

“This is Galacti-”

“Cylons! The vipers are piloted by fraking cylons! Abort, abort!” Jolly was panicking, and Tigh could hear the thrump of viper auto-cannons in the background.

The three dots of the escorting vipers faded away, and Jolly and his two pilots suddenly changed direction, heading back towards Galactica at full speed. The CAP around the strikestars were tightening up and reorienting themselves to face the Galactica, forming up into a text-book example of a spear strike formation. They weren’t closing in on the Galactica and her CAP tough.

“Frak, I got hit with debris! I’m down an engine!” The voice of Jolly’s wingman came over the wireless.

“This is Galactica Actual, Jolly, report!” Bill’s voice was sharp as a knife. Bill had entered full Commander Adama mode.

“Those Vipers were piloted by Cylons. We engaged and destroyed them.” Jolly answered, out of breathe.

“Are you sure?” Bill asked tensely, keeping an eye on the strikestars’ position.

“Sir, I got a fraking Centurion folded over my wing and engine, shiny chrome ass and all.” Jolly’s wingman chimed in with a fear-filled laugh.

“Activity on the strikestars, their batteries are rising from their cradles and reorienting themselves towards us. RADILOGICAL ALARM! Strikestars are readying nukes.” Gaeta yelled, eyes not leaving the tactical screen.

“Prep FTL-jump, commence combat landings. Jump when ready.” It was the only order Bill could give, they had no ordinance, and only half of Galactica’s squadrons. Galactica hadn’t used her FTL-engines in more then twenty years, though they had gone through regular maintenance and checkups. At this point, with eight nuclear armed strikestars seemingly barring down upon them, it would have been the right choice even if the engines hadn’t undergone any maintenance.

“Destination?”

“Caprica.”

The vipers came in hard, ....

TBC

Art © Me
nBSG © NBC/Universal
Commission -