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“Activity on the strikestars, their batteries are rising from their cradles and reorienting themselves towards us. RADIOLOGICAL 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.
The vipers came in hard, and once they were back in the barn the flight pods began to retract. It was the longest minute and a half in Tigh’s life, sitting there and waiting for those strikestars to fire. A few concentrated salvo’s from those guns would smash Galactica apart, and there would be nothing they could do about it, just sit there and take it.
There was a brief moment as his heart stopped, a feeling of weightlessness as the entirety of Galactica lurched upwards and ceased to be. His eye’s widened as he tried to suck down air, and he was completely unable to. Pure primal panic flowed through him and every muscle in his body tensed up.
Gravity returned and he had to steady himself to avoid smashing into the deck. Reality flashed back into focus.
“Status.” He yelled and turned towards the rest of CiC, shoving his primal instincts aside in favor of ones gained after a lifetime of military service.
“We are holding position in Caprica orbit.”
“Dualla, prepare message to all colonial units, use priority one channel.” Bill said after taking a deep breathe. FTL-jumps were physically taxing.
“Priority Alert: Cylon forced detected within Cyrannus…” As Bill continued the message Tigh finally remembered the paper from the printer. He glanced down, noticing that the paper was crumpled within his still clutched hand. He loosened his grip and smoothed out the paper.
The majority of it was unreadable after the ink had been smudged by the sweat on his hand. One part was still clearly understandable though.
…probability high of hidden sub-routines containing illegal system over-rides within networked systems, wireless networks at risk of being subverted. Military codes might have been compromised…
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