AVENGER Squadron had almost completed the circuit of their assigned area parameter when Captain Gyrona gave the signal to hault. The pilots ceased what little conversation they has been whispering between themselves and froze in their tracks. The Aquarian motioned for the group to stay put and waved Bade to follow him.
When they reached a bend in the path, both men dove for cover behind a pile of boulders. Gyrona was the first to poke his head up over the rocks.
“Did I see what I think I saw?” Bader asked in a guarded whisper.
Sitting on the ground with his back to the boulder beside his wingmate, Gyrona nodded.
“You did. From the looks of it they must have been here for a really long time. Did you get a good look at the armor?”
“No. I was too busy eating dirt. Why?”
“I remember my grandfather showing me old holos of the Cylons he fought as a warrior. The same ones his great grandfather fought when the war first started. These are the exact same design.”
“The First Ones? The original drones? Oh buddy old pal, We’re fracked!”
“No, Bader. The FIRST ones.”
“”Oh I get it now. Motion sensitive. They don’t see you unless you move. The oldest series in history. In that case what do we do now?”
“We find out how many there. Their armament, ground support, arial support, where they’re deployed, entrance and exit points of their base… standard field work. And we find out if there are other listening posts in this planet.”
“Just listening posts? How do yu know they’re not a fully equipped outpost?”
“There are three listening dishes on that mountain across from us, but only one looks like it might be operational. The second looks like they’re just starting to build it and they have the base for a third all set up. There are too few Cylon Raiders to qualify this as anything but a listening base. Let’s get going. We’ll rejoin the others in fifteen centons. I want a closer look.”
A few anxious centons later the pair rejoined their squadron.
“Let’s get back to the citry, quietly,” Gyrona said.
“What’d you find, Captain,” Lieutenant Deneb asked.
“Quiet, we don’t want them to hear us.”
“Who’s them?” the dark skinned Gemon repeated in a whisper.
“Cylons.”
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“You said there were no life forms on this planet, Captain!”
The injured Captain Azriel had been loaded onto a tram and was about to be taken back to the STAR KOBOL for medical treatment when AVENGER squadron arrived and made their report. Now the injured woman and her wingmate Allas stood at attention alongside Gyrona and Bader listening to the Aquarian Captain’s report on their newly discovered Cylon neighbors.
“How in Hades do you explain overlooking a Cylon listening post?”
“Our scanners were working fine when we got here, Commander. This cavern and the tunnels were the first things we discovered when we first landed here. It is possible that the dust we stirred up got into some of our onboard computers and that is why our instruments have been giving us false readings.
Phoenix frowned. Azriel was not one to make excuses, especially when she was in the wrong, but there was still so much they didn’t know about the planet at this time.
“Alright. We’ll forget why they were not detected and we’ll concentrate on how to get rid of them before they figure out we’re here. We have the advantage of surprise and we’re gong to use that to our full advantage. I want six warriors to stay here with the scientsis and guard the caverns,. The rest of us will go back to the KOBOL and we’ll plot a strategy to get rid of this listening post. Azriel will be taken directly to Life Center and she will stay there until Dr. Majel releases her. No arguments.”
☆★☆★☆
Flight Officer Cerberus gave permission for the shuttles and the squadrons to land before turning back to the long range sensor readout. He requested a hard copy print out, then went to meet the incoming shuttle. “Commander’s not going to like this,” he muttered to himself as he exited the Bridge.
“What’s the commander not going to like?” A voice inquired.
Cerberus stopped, turning to the figure he’d given no notice to standing just outside the entrance to the bridge. A civilian. How in Hades did a civilian get this far into the ship without an escort?
“Ships, business, sir. I’m afraid I have to go meet the Commander or I’d escort you to your quarters. Just talk to the guard inside the door and he’ll escort you back to your ship.”
“”Do you know who I am, Sargent?”
“You’re a civilian, sir, and apparently lost.”
Their voices had carried and now the aforementioned security officer stepped off the bridge to address an apparent problem.
“Corporal, see that Sire Chiron is escorted safely back to the Life Center ship where he is quartered.”
The guard nodded. “Yes sir.”
Chiron smiled. “Apparently you don’t understand. I am here on behalf of the Admiral.
“I’ll let the commander know you want to see her, but she is busy at this centon.“
Chiron watched as the man turned and walked away. Impertinent little bastard.
Then noticed the security officer and he gave a resolute sigh.
“I suppose you should take me home, dear. Phoenix can’t come out to play today after all.”
It was smart. It was sarcastic, and Chiron didn’t give a flying rodent’s backside who he was talking to.
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Date: 2014-11-10 04:06 am (UTC)AVENGER Squadron had almost completed the circuit of their assigned area parameter when Captain Gyrona gave the signal to hault. The pilots ceased what little conversation they has been whispering between themselves and froze in their tracks. The Aquarian motioned for the group to stay put and waved Bade to follow him.
When they reached a bend in the path, both men dove for cover behind a pile of boulders. Gyrona was the first to poke his head up over the rocks.
“Did I see what I think I saw?” Bader asked in a guarded whisper.
Sitting on the ground with his back to the boulder beside his wingmate, Gyrona nodded.
“You did. From the looks of it they must have been here for a really long time. Did you get a good look at the armor?”
“No. I was too busy eating dirt. Why?”
“I remember my grandfather showing me old holos of the Cylons he fought as a warrior. The same ones his great grandfather fought when the war first started. These are the exact same design.”
“The First Ones? The original drones? Oh buddy old pal, We’re fracked!”
“No, Bader. The FIRST ones.”
“”Oh I get it now. Motion sensitive. They don’t see you unless you move. The oldest series in history. In that case what do we do now?”
“We find out how many there. Their armament, ground support, arial support, where they’re deployed, entrance and exit points of their base… standard field work. And we find out if there are other listening posts in this planet.”
“Just listening posts? How do yu know they’re not a fully equipped outpost?”
“There are three listening dishes on that mountain across from us, but only one looks like it might be operational. The second looks like they’re just starting to build it and they have the base for a third all set up. There are too few Cylon Raiders to qualify this as anything but a listening base. Let’s get going. We’ll rejoin the others in fifteen centons. I want a closer look.”
A few anxious centons later the pair rejoined their squadron.
“Let’s get back to the citry, quietly,” Gyrona said.
“What’d you find, Captain,” Lieutenant Deneb asked.
“Quiet, we don’t want them to hear us.”
“Who’s them?” the dark skinned Gemon repeated in a whisper.
“Cylons.”
☆★☆★☆
“You said there were no life forms on this planet, Captain!”
The injured Captain Azriel had been loaded onto a tram and was about to be taken back to the STAR KOBOL for medical treatment when AVENGER squadron arrived and made their report. Now the injured woman and her wingmate Allas stood at attention alongside Gyrona and Bader listening to the Aquarian Captain’s report on their newly discovered Cylon neighbors.
“How in Hades do you explain overlooking a Cylon listening post?”
“Our scanners were working fine when we got here, Commander. This cavern and the tunnels were the first things we discovered when we first landed here. It is possible that the dust we stirred up got into some of our onboard computers and that is why our instruments have been giving us false readings.
Phoenix frowned. Azriel was not one to make excuses, especially when she was in the wrong, but there was still so much they didn’t know about the planet at this time.
“Alright. We’ll forget why they were not detected and we’ll concentrate on how to get rid of them before they figure out we’re here. We have the advantage of surprise and we’re gong to use that to our full advantage. I want six warriors to stay here with the scientsis and guard the caverns,. The rest of us will go back to the KOBOL and we’ll plot a strategy to get rid of this listening post. Azriel will be taken directly to Life Center and she will stay there until Dr. Majel releases her. No arguments.”
☆★☆★☆
Flight Officer Cerberus gave permission for the shuttles and the squadrons to land before turning back to the long range sensor readout. He requested a hard copy print out, then went to meet the incoming shuttle. “Commander’s not going to like this,” he muttered to himself as he exited the Bridge.
“What’s the commander not going to like?” A voice inquired.
Cerberus stopped, turning to the figure he’d given no notice to standing just outside the entrance to the bridge. A civilian. How in Hades did a civilian get this far into the ship without an escort?
“Ships, business, sir. I’m afraid I have to go meet the Commander or I’d escort you to your quarters. Just talk to the guard inside the door and he’ll escort you back to your ship.”
“”Do you know who I am, Sargent?”
“You’re a civilian, sir, and apparently lost.”
Their voices had carried and now the aforementioned security officer stepped off the bridge to address an apparent problem.
“Corporal, see that Sire Chiron is escorted safely back to the Life Center ship where he is quartered.”
The guard nodded. “Yes sir.”
Chiron smiled. “Apparently you don’t understand. I am here on behalf of the Admiral.
“I’ll let the commander know you want to see her, but she is busy at this centon.“
Chiron watched as the man turned and walked away. Impertinent little bastard.
Then noticed the security officer and he gave a resolute sigh.
“I suppose you should take me home, dear. Phoenix can’t come out to play today after all.”
It was smart. It was sarcastic, and Chiron didn’t give a flying rodent’s backside who he was talking to.