Boomer sat in her bunk, staring off into nothing after the Cylon attack that had been repulsed. Everyone in room other than her was talking about the Big Frakking Gun that the Macross had used to wipe out two Basestars. And as she listened...
...so did something else.
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"We can't allow that ship to exist!" the blonde, female Cylon stated icily.
"We also can't afford to waste our resources destroying it with a kamikaze attack. We need to discover it's weaknesses and if we can, steal the technology for ourselves," the balding, male Cylon retorted.
"We have no spies on that ship. And from the information that we have garnered, that is because they aren't Colonists. They are from some place called Sol III," she said coldly.
"We must get someone on there! But with them knowing we exist from Adama, we are limited!"
They both stopped to listen to the communal mind of the Cylon race through an orbiting Basestar over Caprica.
They both smiled as they looked down the hill where Helo was placing explosives for his ambush.
"That may work. A new type infiltration unit that implants the controls into a normal human. That should spread even more dissension and fear," the balding Cylon stated. "Once we let them know it exists."
"Those controls did not work that well on humans!" the blonde retorted.
An Asian Cylon stepped out of the shadows. "We will have to find a weak willed human to implant. And increase the redundancy of the controls. But it is feasible," she stated. "When will I be sent out to this Helo?"
"Soon."
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"How long until repairs can be made on the Macross so we can jump?" Captain Gloval asked Dr. Lang on the Bridge of the SDF-1 Macross.
"We can jury rig repairs and be on our way in just a few more hours, but I've been pouring over the schematics of the latest repairs. It appears that the Colonials changed the specs and mentioned it in a report that got lost in the paperwork. The replacement conduits are only going to be able to handle a fifty-percent load with any safety. That's barely enough to fire the main cannon." Dr. Lang looked haggard as he leaned up against Lisa's command console.
"What? How could this happen?" the captain thundered.
"They didn't realize that the conduits were used by the main cannon because we didn't tell them about it. It's far beyond spec, even now, for just the Fold Drive we've rebuilt."
"Damnation. How long would it take for the repair ships to properly repair our conduits?"
Dr. Lang took a deep breath. This was not going to be liked at all. "About six weeks."
"What? That's almost as long as it took to fix the Macross originally!"
"We'd better inform Commander Adama about this soon, sir."
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The fleet had been waiting for the ready signal from the Macross to jump again. When it had signaled that it would not be able to jump quickly, they had sent out patrols. Viper and Veritechs were sweeping the area.
Starbuck sighed to herself. "This sucks. Why are we on first sweep?"
"Better than being shot at," Apollo stated. "Here comes Skull Squadron on their sweep." He played with his communications. "Hey, Skull One! When are you going to get a real call sign?" he taunted with a grin.
"I say we call him Blondie!" Skull Four catcalled out.
"Hell, no!" Roy Fokker yelled out.
"You don't get to pick your own call sign, fly boy!" Starbuck called out. "How about 'wasp' to match the colors of your bird?"
"Not a bad one, Starbuck. But I think Stinger works better. He's got some nice moves. With a bit of real training in how to fly in zero-G and he'll be almost as good as you think you are!" Apollo said over the open channel.
"Cut the chatter, people! Some of us need to use this channel!" a female voice said sourly on both their channels. "SDF-1 out."
"Sheesh," Starbuck muttered. She was reaching for her channel control to switch back to Fleet frequencies when a new voice picked up.
"Skull One! This is AWACS Tiger. We are reporting a discrepancy in body counts on the Olympia Cruise Liner. We are only getting about twenty bodies on thermal imaging, and they are all down in a cargo hold we think!" a new voice broke in.
Apollo and Starbuck just blinked in astonishment. "This is Apollo. How many people do you have listed on the Olympia?"
"Almost 1400 from Colonial records! And those are supposed to only about twelve hours old! And they sure as hell aren't yelling for help," the AWACS pilot said.
"Apollo to Galactica! Olympia Cruise Liner may be compromised!" Apollo yelled. He and Starbuck spun their fighters around and rocketed away towards the Olympia. Skull Squadron was just behind them.
"Say that again?" Tigh yelled into a handset on the Galactica's bridge.
"We have a ship that is mis-reporting their refuges! And doesn't have any life signs in its bridge!" Apollo called back.
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