Fates of the Fleet - Battlestar Galactica Fanclub2024-03-29T06:37:22Zhttps://battlestarfanclub.com/forum/topics/fates-of-the-fleet?groupUrl=the-adventures-of-the-battlestar-raven-battlegroup&commentId=4960814%3AComment%3A235001&groupId=4960814%3AGroup%3A226010&feed=yes&xn_auth=noAuxesia Heavy Escort - CF 4…tag:battlestarfanclub.com,2020-12-19:4960814:Comment:2701152020-12-19T23:58:37.531ZAlexander Falkberghttps://battlestarfanclub.com/profile/Falkberg
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<p><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Auxesia Heavy Escort - CF 4<br></br></strong></span></p>
<p>The Auxesia emerged from her jump in stunned silence, sent by an error far off the calculated target coordinates. Creaking under pressure, multiple compartments gutted and crewed only by the refugees of a salvage yard, the vessel drifted in deep space. But…</p>
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<p><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Auxesia Heavy Escort - CF 4<br/></strong></span></p>
<p>The Auxesia emerged from her jump in stunned silence, sent by an error far off the calculated target coordinates. Creaking under pressure, multiple compartments gutted and crewed only by the refugees of a salvage yard, the vessel drifted in deep space. But it was alive. Deep within its core, the reactor coughed and strained, but the engines were burning, life support running and the bulkheads soon stopped venting atmosphere. Unlike most inhabitants of Troy, the Auxesia had made it out alive.<br/>Among the survivors, there was no hint of relief, not even recognition of the horror of these events. To most, the return of the Cylon had still not become part of reality.<br/>In the run-down CIC argued foremen, fleet officers, and soldiers of the garrison. The ship would need someone in command, a direction, and some hope for survival. There was one thing all engineers and officers could agree on: At the current rate, the vessel would be dead in space within sixteen hours. And the drives would not survive another jump. This left few options for them to go. Turning painfully slow, the vessel set course for a depot in the outer belt. With dying sublight engines, it would be a risky journey of six hours.</p> //... incoming jump detected…tag:battlestarfanclub.com,2020-12-09:4960814:Comment:2640022020-12-09T00:06:48.150ZAlexander Falkberghttps://battlestarfanclub.com/profile/Falkberg
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<p>//<br></br>... incoming jump detected<br></br>... unscheduled arrival<br></br>... marking two DRADIS contacts<br></br>... receiving signal<br></br>... verifying colonial transponder codes<br></br>//<br></br>***Attention all stations***<br></br>Colonial reinforcements inbound<br></br>//<br></br>...hailing<br></br>+ Gunstar Arete GSR-044-A<br></br>+ Colonial Heavy Escort Auxesia CE-332</p>
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<p>//<br/>... incoming jump detected<br/>... unscheduled arrival<br/>... marking two DRADIS contacts<br/>... receiving signal<br/>... verifying colonial transponder codes<br/>//<br/>***Attention all stations***<br/>Colonial reinforcements inbound<br/>//<br/>...hailing<br/>+ Gunstar Arete GSR-044-A<br/>+ Colonial Heavy Escort Auxesia CE-332</p>
<p>The Cylon attack has left the Colonial Fleet beaten and bloodied, overwhelmed and scattered – but not yet broken.<br/>The Raven engaged the foe over Aerilon in a defiant battle, buying time for a surviving fleet. Dozens of ships under her protection, and so many others, were left stranded on the fringes of the burning system. But hope has not left them, nor the burning desire for revenge.</p>
<p>Today is a rare day reprieve from the horror for the survivors. From the Ember Nebula emerged warriors of the Twelve Tribes, another remnant of the Colonial Fleet. For the first time in a long time, the last fighting strength of humanity has reinforcements on its side.</p> Auxesia Heavy Escort - CF 3
T…tag:battlestarfanclub.com,2020-12-09:4960814:Comment:2640012020-12-09T00:05:20.787ZAlexander Falkberghttps://battlestarfanclub.com/profile/Falkberg
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<p>The Auxesia awaited her end in an abandoned quarry of Troy, laid to rest on the old mining world for her decommissioning. At the time of the attack, the heavy escort should have been little more than a metal husk for salvage, had not claims on…</p>
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<p>The Auxesia awaited her end in an abandoned quarry of Troy, laid to rest on the old mining world for her decommissioning. At the time of the attack, the heavy escort should have been little more than a metal husk for salvage, had not claims on the ship by Leonese bureaucracy delayed the salvage process by years on end. This fluke of fate left the vessel barely touched and gathering dust when word came from Virgon of impending doom.</p>
<p>One thousand and seventy-five cutters and salvagers were working near the site, when news of the first attacks came. Officers and troops of the nearest post numbered two-hundred and sixty when they were flown in. As Pallas burned and the Cylon forces set their sights on Nagala's defiant fleet, the old escort Auxesia was made ready for flight in less than three hours. With reactors running on scarce vestiges of Tylium and a crew with close to no-one serving in the fleet, the vessel got scarcely of the ground and jumped, minutes before Troy fell.</p> Gunstar Arete - CF 2
At 0700…tag:battlestarfanclub.com,2020-12-09:4960814:Comment:2638072020-12-09T00:03:33.813ZAlexander Falkberghttps://battlestarfanclub.com/profile/Falkberg
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<h1 class="_3pWqf _2Y0Od"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Gunstar Arete - CF 2</strong></span></h1>
<p>At 0700 hours of that fateful day, Gunstar Arete received the transmission, a panicked call from forces nearby Aerilon, relaying what they knew of Baltar's betrayal. There were no instructions, no orders, no plan. The commander made the call on…</p>
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<h1 class="_3pWqf _2Y0Od"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Gunstar Arete - CF 2</strong></span></h1>
<p>At 0700 hours of that fateful day, Gunstar Arete received the transmission, a panicked call from forces nearby Aerilon, relaying what they knew of Baltar's betrayal. There were no instructions, no orders, no plan. The commander made the call on her own to take all networked systems offline. A life growing up with veterans of the Cylon War had taught her the procedure. Decades of paranoia now were survival instincts.<br/>The transmission was shortly followed by explosions and thunder, squadrons of Cylon raiders, the swarming vanguard of the main assault. Nuclear detonations blossomed like young stars where they were shot down in the open void. The flak-fields held the enemy back for precisely three minutes and thirty-eight seconds. Just long enough for the jump-drive to spool up. In a flash of light, the Arete was away, narrowly escaping certain destruction.</p> The pilots watch silently as…tag:battlestarfanclub.com,2019-05-21:4960814:Comment:2348652019-05-21T09:32:16.093ZAlexander Falkberghttps://battlestarfanclub.com/profile/Falkberg
<p><span>The pilots watch silently as the damaged freighter is approached by the miracle ship, as comes alongside and remains docked to the vessel for seemingly endless hours. There are no radio transmissions safe for automated signals, and no suspicious movement by the hospital vessel's entourage. Only the silence strains the nerves of the seeker's crew. Since the hospital vessel docked, not even the freighter answers any hails. …</span><br></br><br></br></p>
<p><span>The pilots watch silently as the damaged freighter is approached by the miracle ship, as comes alongside and remains docked to the vessel for seemingly endless hours. There are no radio transmissions safe for automated signals, and no suspicious movement by the hospital vessel's entourage. Only the silence strains the nerves of the seeker's crew. Since the hospital vessel docked, not even the freighter answers any hails. </span><br/><br/></p>
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<p><br/><i>"Locking on"</i><br/><br/><span>The countdown begins as the miracle ship breaks away, detaching the airlock bridges and umbilical between the ships. Rising energy readings indicate the spooling up of its jump drive. Aboard the Seeker's Raptor, the beacon is ready to go. </span><br/><i>"Three, two, one..."</i><br/><span>With a dry thud, the minuscule transmitter is launched and the crew watches as it vanishes without a trace. Carried forward by its launch velocity, none of the miraculous rescue vessels should be able to detect it passing through their formation. Staring into the dark, the seekers hold their breath, watching the miraculous vessels turn away. As expected, the hospital ship shows no sign of response, nothing indicating the beacon was noticed. </span><br/><span>A bright flash of light envelopes the vessel, space warps around it and with the characteristic flare, it is gone. The jump occurs in the blink of an eye, faster than any human could perceive. But for the briefest moment, the mere tiniest fraction of a second, the hospital ship has already gone, yet the flash of the jump-point remains, allowing a single transmission signal to come through. It's barely enough to register on the instruments but just enough to convey coordinates. </span><br/><br/><span>Within the span of seconds, every last vessel jumps away. Even, to the Seeker's great surprise, the damaged bulk freighter. The pilot turns breathless to their ECO. </span><br/><i>"Did we get it?"</i><br/><i>"I think so" The pilot is shaking "But it's way too far."</i><span> </span><br/><br/><span>The seekers are perplexed, seeing all vessels gone in a jump the Bulk Freighter should have been unable to make. They gather their senses not a moment too soon. Mere minutes after the hospital vessel has gone, the DRADIS system sounds a hostile alarm. </span><br/><span>The Seeker's Raptor turns rapidly, three raiders at their heel, and with their first jump, the long chase home begins. </span></p>
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<p><br/><span>The air is heavy in the debriefing room, where the ECO, the pilots, and Raven's officers meet. On the map table, the coordinates of the last transmission are displayed. The miracle hospital ship jumped far, too far for its supposed capabilities, and right into Cylon controlled space. What the seeker suspected was confirmed by the specialists aboard the Raven. They stare at it for a long time, their heads held low. </span><br/><span>"We allowed them to be taken", says the pilot, breaking the unbearable silence. </span><br/><span>"You did what was necessary." The specialist stands across from them, moving the pieces of Raven's fleet into position. The destination of the abduction is just one jump away.</span><br/><i>"There could have been a thousand people on that ship. And we let them be taken by the Cylon."</i><br/><span>The pilot is shaking still. </span><br/><i>"It was the only way. Now we know where they are taking them. I've spoken to the Admiral. One last rescue operation has been authorized."<span> </span></i></p> It could be A cylon ruse;Afte…tag:battlestarfanclub.com,2019-04-29:4960814:Comment:2350012019-04-29T20:48:37.841ZCdr. Keith "Leonidas" Ransonhttps://battlestarfanclub.com/profile/KeithaRanson
<p>It could be A cylon ruse;After all,there are unconfirmed reports that the cylons are kidnapping humans to experiment on,in order to make copies that are indistinguishable from real humans...we will need more of Dr. Baltar's detection tech..if it's as reliable as they say...</p>
<p>It could be A cylon ruse;After all,there are unconfirmed reports that the cylons are kidnapping humans to experiment on,in order to make copies that are indistinguishable from real humans...we will need more of Dr. Baltar's detection tech..if it's as reliable as they say...</p> Out into the unforgiving dark…tag:battlestarfanclub.com,2019-04-29:4960814:Comment:2348082019-04-29T18:22:06.145ZAlexander Falkberghttps://battlestarfanclub.com/profile/Falkberg
<p style="text-align: left;">Out into the unforgiving dark went those who survived the fall. The remnants of humanity, on ships scattered far from their parent stars, hid from the wrath of their returning children and the nuclear fire raining on their once prosperous worlds. Yet even there, in the wake of Armageddon, there were those who saw hope and a future beyond the sheer surviving of another day.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><br></br>...</p>
<p>The voice of fate, in the tranquil garden…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Out into the unforgiving dark went those who survived the fall. The remnants of humanity, on ships scattered far from their parent stars, hid from the wrath of their returning children and the nuclear fire raining on their once prosperous worlds. Yet even there, in the wake of Armageddon, there were those who saw hope and a future beyond the sheer surviving of another day.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><br/>...</p>
<p>The voice of fate, in the tranquil garden temple of the old pantheon, awakened sparks visions of fate and divine signs all across the fleet of Battlestar Raven. On the many gathered ships, oracles speak of the god's wrath at the Cylon's sacrilege and prophecies seek to guide the Seekers on their last journey to find all those survivors still missing. Those returning from their days' long journeys into the inner systems bring stories of terror and loss, but also of miracles and heroic sacrifice. Every new ship arriving has made the journey against all odds, every fate in the fleet seems to be that of a god's chosen. <br/>But there is one story more often told than any other. The story of a miracle hospital ship, a ship of good samaritans visiting those lost ships wandering in the dark, still waiting to be found. All instances of this story, told from people without connection on ships far apart, tell of the same dark and pristine vessel. A ship, they say, accompanied by shuttle and guardian squadrons, watches over the survivors of the fall. It brings supplies and aid to those in dire need, taking on the heavily wounded and returning them healed. This, at least, is the first part of a story. It takes a lot longer listening for the second half to be revealed. <br/>Some say, there are people missing, a few who did not return from the miracle ship.</p>
<p>The story of the miracle hospital vessel is prevalent enough to be heard in the CIC of Battlestar Raven. A dozen or more nearly identical reports, a dark ship coming, taking patients on, dispensing supplies and disappearing without so much of a trace. Theories about it abound among the people – theories of a secret government plan, of a conspiracy or a sign of the gods. But there are darker possibilities few dare to voice. Such ideas are barely considered when the miracle ship is first sighted by one of Raven's search and rescue parties.</p>
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<p><strong>VOTE HERE: <a href="https://www.strawpoll.me/17907157">https://www.strawpoll.me/17907157</a></strong><br/>The 43rd SAR squadron sights the mysterious hospital ship approaching a damaged bulk freighter, its dark form accompanied by a number of undesignated transports and raptors. Neither the ship nor its escorts seem to take note of the Raven's observers. Automated colonial transponder codes are the only answer to the seeker's hails. What action should be taken?</p>
<p><strong>1. Watching & tracing the hospital ship</strong><br/>The incoming vessels show no sign of hostility, despite their unusual silence. The Seekers could continue to watch the craft and prepare a beacon to be attached to its hull as soon as the FTL spools up to trace where it is going to go.</p>
<p><strong>2. Boarding the hospital ship</strong><br/>There's a chance there are missing survivors aboard this ship – at the very least, it's identity should be confirmed. A boarding Raptor stands ready to approach the vessel and quickly send a team of colonial marines in. Whatever is going on, the Fleet needs answers.</p>
<p><strong>3. Attacking the hospital ship</strong><br/>Something is off about this vessel and it cannot be risked to learn anything more. If this is some sort of Cylon ploy, there's no solution but to destroy this craft immediately.</p> Jumping while still tethered…tag:battlestarfanclub.com,2019-04-01:4960814:Comment:2346132019-04-01T14:41:30.093ZCdr. Keith "Leonidas" Ransonhttps://battlestarfanclub.com/profile/KeithaRanson
<p>Jumping while still tethered to A repair ship?? Recipe for disaster!</p>
<p>Jumping while still tethered to A repair ship?? Recipe for disaster!</p> File #004 FLTR, SAR op.521The…tag:battlestarfanclub.com,2019-04-01:4960814:Comment:2347072019-04-01T09:33:06.532ZAlexander Falkberghttps://battlestarfanclub.com/profile/Falkberg
<p style="text-align: center;"><span><strong>File #004 FLTR, SAR <span class="skimlinks-unlinked">op.521</span></strong><br></br><span style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>The Massacred Fleet</strong></span></span></p>
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<p><span>For just a brief time the dying fleet becomes alive once more, jubilations erupting at the arrival of the Eusebeia. The Gunstar is reached by no less than a dozen colonial hails, pleas for help, questions and the voices of people who deemed themselves…</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span><strong>File #004 FLTR, SAR <span class="skimlinks-unlinked">op.521</span></strong><br/><span style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>The Massacred Fleet</strong></span></span></p>
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<p><span>For just a brief time the dying fleet becomes alive once more, jubilations erupting at the arrival of the Eusebeia. The Gunstar is reached by no less than a dozen colonial hails, pleas for help, questions and the voices of people who deemed themselves doomed. </span><br/><br/><span>Wrecks set adrift are pulled back into loose formation and thrusters flicker aboard metallic hulks cold and torn. The debris fields surrounding the massacred field are glowing soon with the flickering lights of stuttering engines, and the burns of transport shuttles going back and forth between the heavily damaged ships. Vipers dispatched to observe the progress illuminate the broken ships with searchlights along the way. Further out the Gunstar's raptors are on the constant lookout for unsuspected Dradis contacts. Their warning will give the fleets no more than a few minutes time before a Cylon force rapidly deployed would reach and destroy the bulk of the fleet. </span><br/><span>Looming, the dark form of the Gunstar lies in the midst among civilian craft, a lone protector far from the might of any Battlestar Battle Group.</span><br/><span>The truth of the matter remains unspoken between the ships. Of course, the captains must expect the military to protect them. Of course, the Gunstar will have to save whoever they can, as soon as the Cylon force arrives. </span><br/><span>Tensions run high among all survivors. Reports of fights erupting aboard some of the damaged ships are no surprise to the commanding officer. But besides a few hot-spots, the fleet is surprisingly calm. It is, as though the souls aboard these dying vessels already resigned themselves to a dire fate and they dare not grasp for hope. Their desperation rises as minutes pass and minutes torn into half an hour, an hour, one and a half. </span><br/><br/><span>Eventually, the first begin to risk hope for their brethren. One after another, the first three damaged ships are cleared in record time. Marines from Gunstar Eusebeia are deployed with the shuttles to ensure the smooth transfer of refugees and their presence alone reassures the survivors. Just enough time passes for the frantic rescue to develop something of a calm routine. It barely begins to settle in, when the claxons aboard the Gunstar howl. </span><br/><br/><span>"Three, negative four Baseship contacts, bearing 65 degrees. Raiders launching." </span><br/><br/><span>The harsh sound of automatic orders cuts short the last discussion about rapid rescue operations. The commanding officer has all civilian captains on communication lines when the order is given for all shuttles, vipers, and raptors to return to base. </span><br/><span>The many lights illuminating the wreckage of the massacred fleet converge on a single point. Taking on all craft as quickly as it can manage, the Gunstar turns about, presenting heavily armored top and prow to the foe, readying kinetic energy weapons and flak screens to intercept the enemy. </span></p>
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<p><br/><span>On the dark sky erupts a wave of white lights, flaring up and into existence are the Baseships jumping in. Raiders launching are seen on the Dradis Screen and the first missiles fire, even before the Eusebeia flak jumps into action. </span><br/><span>Sirens sound throughout the ship, muting the cries of refugees cramped onto the landing deck. Escorted by marines they are herded into secure sections, whilst the craft's main batteries turn and send the first volley thundering against the oncoming foe. The whole ship shakes as the cannons speak, rows of Flak and point defense cannons, intercepting warheads and raider squadrons, heavy gunships bearing down on them, seeking to take out the main batteries. Right next to the Eusebeia, a piece of wreckage is hit, a glaring white like foretelling the explosion of a nuke. Other damaged vessels struggle, try to veer away, but their flight with sub-light engines is futile and ends in sure destruction. </span><br/><span>Over comms, the Eusebeias CIC listens to the survivors die, a harrowing echo of their voice remaining in the aether even after the explosions. Debris and wreckage are too easily swept aside and soon, the full brunt of the attack first hits the Gunstar directly.</span><br/><br/><span>The detonation shakes the ship with violent tremors, bulkheads buckling, walls and beams breaking. In several compartments the lights go out, in others, fire sends a red shine paints darker shadows. </span><br/><span>One damaged vessel manages to jump away, a second makes a blind jump into the unknown. The sudden blips on Dradis are all that indicates Eusebeia's success in the rescue of at least some. The commander has no more time to spend. The jump-drives are spooled up, all stations make ready. </span><br/><br/><span>The shock is unexpected when the Flat-Top jumps. Still attached via scaffolding to the damaged tanker ship, the captain does the unthinkable and commences to jump. A ripple in space and time immediately tears the repair ship apart, but at the same time, sends out a wave of shock through the damaged ship. </span><br/><span>All sensors are blinded by an all-encompassing explosion, as enriched Tylium is sent exploding in a wave across the sky. Even the Cylon appear stunned in this split seconds, no less than a hundred raiders caught in the scattering debris and shards. Chunks of the ship, mere centimeters wide, are turned into deadly ordinance as they are flung from the scene at relativistic speed, tearing not only through a Basestar's hull but also through the main section of the fighting Eusebeia. </span><br/><br/><span>Struck with sudden debris and the explosion from the flank, the vessel buckles, and turns. A red light blares in CIC where there was once the Hangar Deck, the entire section perforated now by shrapnel of the tanker's detonation. Just a second later, the Eusebeia jumps away. </span><br/><br/><span>...</span><br/><br/><span>Six days later, Raven's fleet is reached by a burnt and creaking wreck, found finally by the rescue raptors sent to look for Gunstar Eusebeia. The craft is bent and broken, flying with just one of the stuttering sublight engines. But no less than six hundred rescued survivors are still aboard, injured and nearly starving, but alive. </span><br/><br/><span>The Eusebeia returns to the fleet, bringing the last remnants of the massacred fleet. One passenger liner making the unplotted jump is still missing, presumed stranded somewhere on the Cyrannus rim. One grain freighter made it, eternally grateful to the Eusebeias sacrifices. Of the Flat-Top, the Gunstar brings nothing but a tale of bitter victory. At least two Base-Ships and their raider squadrons were heavily damaged in the suicidal jump. The Cylon fleet has been dealt a considerable blow, and Raven's presence in the system remains a closely guarded secret still.</span></p> In that case, Cylon Model Zer…tag:battlestarfanclub.com,2019-03-20:4960814:Comment:2331872019-03-20T01:05:05.602ZCdr. Keith "Leonidas" Ransonhttps://battlestarfanclub.com/profile/KeithaRanson
<p>In that case, Cylon Model Zero and her fleet might pop up...</p>
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<p>In that case, Cylon Model Zero and her fleet might pop up...</p>
<p><a href="https://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/1507264011?profile=original" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/1507264011?profile=RESIZE_710x" class="align-full"/></a><br/> <br/> <cite>Alexander Falkberg said:</cite></p>
<blockquote cite="https://battlestarfanclub.com/forum/topics/fates-of-the-fleet?groupUrl=the-adventures-of-the-battlestar-raven-battlegroup&commentId=4960814%3AComment%3A233268&xg_source=msg_com_gr_forum#4960814Comment233268"><div><div class="xg_user_generated"><p style="text-align: center;"><strong>File #004 FLTR, SAR<span> </span><span class="skimlinks-unlinked">op.521</span></strong><br/><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>The Massacred Fleet</strong></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Helios Delta burns alone in the night.</span> <br/><span style="font-size: 12pt;">One by one, the myriad signals of its countless ships and stations, and even those on the three colonies in its inner system are falling silent. Once at the heart of colonial civilization, the sun of Aerilon, Canceron, and Aquaria will soon be merely one star among the many, a speck of light on a still sky full of demons waiting to vanquish the last remnants of humanity. Never before has the night sky been such a fearsome sight to anyone aboard Gunstar Eusebeia.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Returning from a fruitless rescue mission at Styx, officers and crew are gathered at their stations, waiting. In the observation dome, they gaze at the stars, others listen, hopeful, for signs to come. Ever since the first onslaught of the Cylon Invasion, the aether has been filled with the voices of ghosts. Automated messages still play, emergency systems warning of a cataclysm which is already over. Voice recordings of survivors flare up and are silenced just as quickly. Few hold out hope for rescue, more send one last goodbye to loved ones, curses at the gods or the Cylon. A few seem to seek other survivors for a last moment of comfort before the end.</span> <br/><span style="font-size: 12pt;">At lightspeed, the last wave of communications travels outward from the epicenter of the colony's end. Out there, among the stars, the last cries of Kobol will be heard for as long as the radio signals and light transmissions travel, haunting the constellations of the gods.</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The command crew startles as the ghostly voices are suddenly interrupted by a panicked cry for help. An active beacon, mere light seconds away, has suddenly flared up and called out for help from all vessels in the sector. It's a colonial signal, authenticated, and without hesitation, the Eusebia sets a course for the interception.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Before long, signatures of at least two nuclear detonations are detected. The ship is set to condition one and prepared to return enemy fire. At full thrust, the Eusebeia presses on. The aether is no longer empty. On all frequencies and channels, the call for assistance is repeated. Whoever is calling has given up on concealing their sector, frantically hoping for some sort of salvation. Soon after, DRADIS reveals the first contact to the oncoming Gunstar. Unidentified debris, mangled masses of metal, spinning out of control among the system's outer nebulae.</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt;">In the light of distant Helios, the Eusebeia finds the remnants of a one-sided battle. Her sensors reveal the transmitters of the massacred fleet, twenty-one colonial craft are among the wreckage, all of them civilian as far as the specialist can tell. One or two of them must have been armed, or perhaps rammed the enemy in a desperate attempt of vengeance. A single piece of Cylon wreckage, part of a Baseship hull, drifts amid the remnants of its prey. From the Cylon carcass spills organic residue and bloody matter, leaving a trail of red across the sky.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Whatever battle took place is not long over, and the survivors still cry out. Their ships are dying – all but one. A lone flat-top repair vessel remained operational. Scarred and beaten, yet not dead, it has attached itself to a leaking thylium tanker, rapidly trying to seal off the leaks before the explosion rips all the fleet apart. No other ship seems to have retained functional engines, but there are still survivors aboard, trapped in broken and leaking compartments, aboard shuttles without jump capable drives. It is impossible to ascertain their number, and impossible to render them silent.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Recognizing the oncoming ship, the Flattop's captain calls for assistance in its rescue operations and perhaps aid in jamming the dangerous colonial transmissions. But it is as clear to him as to anyone else aboard Gunstar Eusebeia: The damaged Baseship might have retreated, but the Cylon will return with doubled numbers to finish what they have begun.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Choice:<br/></strong><strong>VOTE HERE: <a rel="nofollow noopener" href="https://www.strawpoll.me/17639871" target="_blank">https://www.strawpoll.me/17639871</a></strong></span><br/><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Time is running out for the massacred fleet. On at least seven of the heavily damaged ships, survivors are still trapped on board. They must number hundreds, cramped into the last pressurized compartments, with no hope of escaping the final Cylon strike. How long it will take the Cylon to rally a force and how big it will, no-one can say. The Eusebeia must decide how to prepare.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>1.Rescue as many as possible and flee</strong></span><br/><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The Eusebeia is capable of taking several hundred survivors on board. The issue is how to transfer the people from their wreckages to the Gunstar. Perhaps a few shuttles of the fleet could be mobilized, whilst specialist teams and the flat-top attempt to restore jump-capability in at least a few of the damaged ships.</span><br/><span style="font-size: 12pt;">How successful this attempt will depend wholly on the response time of the Cylon. They could jump in within minutes and everything will be lost – or they may take hours, leaving enough time for the Eusebeia and most survivors to get away.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>By choosing this option, the Eusebeia will rescue as many survivors and civilian vessels as possible without risking the Gunstar. As soon as the Cylons arrive, the Eusebeia will give the jump-capable civilian craft covering fire and retreat.</em></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>2. Stand and fight alone</strong></span><br/><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Abandoning the massacred fleet as soon as Cylons arrive is just too great a sacrifice. Some of these vessels could be restored if only enough time was given. Should the Cylon arrive before rescue operations are concluded, Gunstar Eusebeia will engage whatever force is fielded by the Cylon in direct combat, buying the Civilians as much time as possible – even at the expense of the Gunstar.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>Choosing this option will increase the likelihood of most civilians being rescued. However, there's a chance the Cylon will send a force capable of overwhelming the Eusebeia and destroying it in this fight.</em></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>3. Call in reinforcements</strong></span><br/><span style="font-size: 12pt;">If the full potential of this massacred fleet is to be taken advantage of, the Eusebeia will need reinforcements – both to fight off the next Cylon Strike and to restore as many ships as possible to a jump-capable state to utilize them for Raven's fleet.</span> <br/><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The fleet found by the Eusebeia is an asset large enough to justify calling in the Raven Battle Group itself, which will likely be able to easily dispatch any Cylon force sent to deal with the crippled civilians.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>However, this option will reveal to the Cylon that the Raven Battle Group is still operational and active in the Helios Delta System. So far, the Cylon have spread their forces out wide, expecting any colonial survivors to have fled the system entirely. Upon learning that the Raven is still in the system, the Cylon will likely engage in a much more active hunt, putting more pressure on the Raven's Fleet in the future.</em></span></p>
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