Here's my entry for the "Post your battle" contest. Hope you like it!
The White House
There was a knock on the door to the bedroom of the President of the United States...Jed Bartlett.
“Sir, I have the Chief of Staff here to see you.”
“Yes…hold on.” President Bartlett rubs the sleep from his eyes and rises from the bed.
“Leo…you know if Abby was here she would have three or more words to say to you that would upset her mother.”
“Mr. President, fifteen minutes ago deep space satellites picked up images of several large unknown objects approaching our planet. Within the past few minutes, the objects appear to be maneuvering in an attack formation as they approach Earth.”
“Are you telling me what I think you are telling me?”
“Sir…I’m afraid so. Admiral Fitzwallace and the commanders are in the situation room preparing your briefing.”
The Situation Room
“Fitz-tell me the truth; is this what I think it is?”
“I’m afraid so sir.”
“Show him Fitz…” Leo said
“Mr. President, what I’m about to show you are the first images of what we believe is an Alien fleet approaching our planet.”
“They are four planet size cubes, encased in some sort of energy field. NASA is trying to determine if the energy fields are penetrable but truthfully they don’t know where to begin.”
“Fitz, how do we know if they are hostile?” Leo asked
“They sent us a message Leo…”
"WE ARE THE BORG; WE WILL ADD YOUR COLLECTIVENESS TO OUR OWN. RESISTANCE IS FUTILE.”
“Mr. President, they have destroyed two long range satellites belonging to Russia and China. In their current speed, they will be in our orbit within eight hours.”
An Air Force Colonel walks in quickly into the situation room and hands Admiral Fitzwallace a note.
“Are you sure?” Fitz asked.
“Yes sir, NASA confirmed it.”
“Fitz…what is it?”
“Mr. President, lunar satellites have just picked up the presence of a second fleet off the dark side of the moon.”
“A second fleet…? Of cubes…?”
“Sir, we have an unknown transmission coming.”
“Go ahead Fitz…”
“FOR ANYONE THAT IS LISTENING TO THIS FREQUENCY, THIS IS ADMIRAL WILLIAM ADAMA OF THE BATTLESTAR GALACTICA. WE HAVE COME IN PEACE. CAN ANYONE RESPOND?”
“This is President Josiah Bartlett of the United States of America. Are those cubes part of your fleet?”
“NO THEY ARE NOT. THAT FLEET IS AN ADVANCED LIFE FORM UNLIKE ANYTHING WE HAVE EVER SEEN. WE WON’T BE ABLE TO HOLD THEM FOR LONG. WE RECOMMEND YOU BEGIN EVACUATING YOUR CITIZENS OFF PLANET. WE HAVE SEVERAL SHIPS THAT WE CAN LAND ON THE SURFACE TO ASSIST.”
“Admiral Adama, we have over 26 billion people on this planet. Our resources as a planet combined will not be able to evacuate all of our citizens.”
“THEN THE ONLY OTHER SOLUTION IS TO FIGHT MR. PRESIDENT. HOWEVER I HAVE TO INFORM YOU, I DON’T THINK WE CAN PREVENT THESE SHIPS FROM ENTERING YOUR ORBIT. THERE WILL BE A MASSIVE LOSS OF LIFE.”
“Admiral Adama, I will need to confer with other leaders of our planet. How can I contact you?”
“WE WILL LEAVE THIS CHANNEL OPEN, BUT PLEASE HURRY MR. PRESIDENT. I’M AFRAID WE DO NOT HAVE MUCH TIME.”
Twenty Minutes Later
“YES MR. PRESIDENT?”
“Admiral, after speaking to the leaders of the many nations able to defend this planet, we have agreed to fight alongside of you in defense of our planet. The question many are asking is if our alliance can be trusted?”
"Mr. President, there is much our civilizations have in common. For now, let's work together to save as many lives as we can."
Adama ends the transmission.
“Gaeta, patch me through to the fleet.” Adama ordered
“You’re on Admiral.”
“THIS IS ADAMA. WE’VE MADE CONTACT WITH THE CITIZENS OF EARTH. THEY HAVE AGREED TO LET US HELP THEM. WE KNOW WHAT’S OUT THERE, WE DON'T KNOW THE FULL CAPABILITY OF THE ALIEN RACE KNOWN AS THE BORG. FROM WHAT THE CYLONS HAVE TOLD US THEIR WEAPONRY IS LIGHT YEARS AHEAD OF OUR OWN, YET WE WILL SUMMON THE COURAGE NEEDED TO MEET THEM ON THE BATTLEFIELD. GALACTICA, PEGASUS, AND THE CYLONS WILL DO ALL WE CAN TO HOLD THE LINE LONG ENOUGH WHILE THE CITIZENS OF EARTH PREPARE TO EVACUATE CIVILIANS ONTO OUR SHIPS. LET ME BE CLEAR, WE DO NOT HAVE THE ADEQUATE RESOURCES TO SAVE EVERYONE ON THE PLANET-THERE WILL BE A MASSIVE LOSS OF LIFE. YET, TO ENSURE THE SURVIVAL OF THE 13TH COLONY, WE WILL EVACUATE AS MANY PEOPLE AS WE CAN. ALL SHIPS MUST HAVE THEIR FTL DRIVES SPINNING AND ONCE YOU’VE REACHED MAXIMUM CAPACITY YOU WILL JUMP AWAY FROM THE FIGHT TO SAFETY. THIS MAY BE OUR LAST TRANSMISSION, SO TO ALL OF YOU, IT HAS BEEN AN HONOR. MAY THE GODS STRENGTHEN OUT HEARTS WITH COURAGE, AND EASE OUR PASSING WITH MERCY. SO SAY WE ALL.”
Adama ends the message and begins to mentally steady himself for the oncoming fight. During the peace, the Cylons first encountered a Borg ship that entered their space through a worm hole. Before they were able to destroy the ship, it cost them dearly. Half of the Cylon race was destroyed before the battle was over, and it was the Cylons again that detected the unique signal that only the Borg Collective can create.
“Admiral, the alien ships will be at the line in one hour.”
“Gaeta, get me the Cylon Base ship…”
“Sir, you’re on.”
“THIS IS CAPRICA.”
“This is the Admiral. Where do we stand on bringing down their shields?”
“WE HAVE OUR HYBRIDS READY TO BEGIN PATCHING INTO THEIR NETWORK RIGHT NOW, ADMIRAL. THE WINDOW THAT THEY CAN BUY US WHEN WE LOWER THEIR DEFENSES MAY BE VERY SHORT.”
“Any window right now will be good enough. Stand by Caprica.” Adama walks toward his XO and speaks closely to him so only he can hear. “What do you think Saul?”
“I think it’s a goddamn trap. They know we can’t beat them with our guns. They are baiting us to fight.”
“That’s what I think too. How many nukes do we have?”
“Between the three ships we have 33, but if those hybrids can’t bring down their shields we might as well be throwing our socks at them. “
“Admiral…we have President Bartlett back on the line.”
“Patch him in….Mr. President?”
“ADMIRAL ADAMA; THE LEADERS OF OUR PLANET HAVE AGREED TO LAUNCH OUR FULL ARSENAL OF THERMO-NUCLEAR MISSILES RIGHT AT THE ALIEN FLEET... HOWEVER, OUR TARGETING SYSTEMS MAY NOT BE AS PRECISE AS I WOULD LIKE DUE TO THE DISTANCE IN SPACE.”
“We can link in our targeting systems with yours to assist. How many warheads are you preparing to Fire…?”
“Thank you Mr. President. Our Chief Systems Officer will walk you through it.”
Adama passes on the call while on the dock Chief Tyrol preps his crew for the fight to come.
“Alright you guys, listen up. The Admiral is going to give the order to attack. Now we know from the Borg attack on the Cylon deep space probe that they are almost impossible to beat-so any and all repairs To critical systems during this fight will have to be as quick as possible. We keep the FTL drives Operational at all times, no matter the cost. If things go south, those drives will be the only thing that matters. Alright, let’s get to our stations.”
Suddenly, A second fleet of Borg ships comes out of warp past Adama’s line.
“Admiral, we have 8 incoming ships outside of Earths stationary orbit.” Gaeta informed.
“GODS dammit!” The Admiral yelled out.
“Bill…what do you want to do?” Saul asked.
“There isn’t anything we can do other than get as many people off planet as possible.”
“Admiral, I have Commander Adama on the line.”
“Put him on.”
“Commander; are you ready?”
“The Pegasus is ready sir. We’re just awaiting your orders.”
“The order is given. Launch all attack wings.”
As soon as the order is given, Raptors and Vipers begin launching from both Galactica and the Pegasus.
Joined by six squadrons of Cylon Raiders, they race to meet the Borg cubes outside of Earths orbit!
“This is Starbuck, everyone stay tight. Once those nukes start launching we need to haul ass in there and pick off what’s left….if anything gods willing.”
“This is Athena; we have a line on the rescue ships. We’re breaking off to escort them in.”
“I see you. Try not to get yourselves killed!”
“Yea, you too Starbuck.”
Aboard the Cylon Base ship, Caprica gives the order for the Hybrids to begin hacking into the Borg defense system.
The hybrids, six in all led by Sam Anders travel the wave lengths into the Borgs main defense network; a vast pattern of advanced language through which the collective operates their ships.
The cubes defense system begins to flutter as the shield density becomes weaker and weaker.
“Admiral, their defenses are down. We can start our run.” Gaeta said.
“All ships, all wings…ATTACK. XO- start landing our rescue ships.”
The colonial fleet begins their run, entering Earth’s orbit from the opposite side. Galactica and Pegasus begin their attack on the cubes, firing all their guns at the cubes, which sustain some damage from the colonial ordinance.
“Sir, we’ve linked up to seven of the planets targeting systems, we can begin launching warheads.” Gaeta said.
“XO, let our fighters know we’re launching the nukes from the planet. Mr. Gaeta, fire when ready!”
“Copy that…..first wave launching now.”
“Start the clock!” The XO ordered.
Inside the Borg flag ship, the Queen senses the presence of the hybrids inside their collective. The attempt to merge with her system almost…amuses her.
“I see you in our system. You’re thoughts calculating second after second, trying to weaken us. I feel your pain, trapped inside your minds unable to see the truths of your existence, but you’re in my mind now. You have nowhere to hide. I will show you the truth…that resistance is futile.”
The Queens flagship moves away from the line, behind three Borg cubes that begin firing patterns on the incoming nukes from the Earth’s surface. Yet, even with their advanced weaponry, they can’t stop all 2000 warheads launched on the first wave. One of the Borg ships takes the full brunt of the attack while the others begin firing on the Galactica, Pegasus and Cylon Base Ship. Three Borg cubes are heavily damaged by the nukes and launch smaller ships from within to engage the Vipers and Cylon raiders.
The firepower is unmerciful on the ships. Adama orders them to maneuver away but the Borg cubes are relentless in their attack.
“We can’t take much more of this…” Saul said. The Borg cubes begin spreading out their attack. Six cubes begin firing on the planet’s surface.
“Launch the next wave Gaeta!” The admiral yells out in the chaos.
The Borg cubes move in to separate the Galactica from its sister ship. Lee Adama orders his crew to fire the full ordinance of the Pegasus on the Borg with some effect in slowing them down. Yet the move proves to be a mistake as the Borgs long range photon cannons punch a hole through the Pegasus main drive system, bringing the ship to a complete halt.
“What’s going on?” Lee yelled at his crew.
“Commander, we’ve lost our propulsion engines, we’re dead in the water!”
“Sir, its Admiral Adama.”
“Patch him through.”
“Dad, you have to get out of here. The ships propulsion system is dead.”
“LEE, LAUNCH YOUR NUKES AND EVACUATE THE SHIP! GET OUT OF THERE!”
“Got it…! Alright you heard the Admiral. Give these things everything we got! Get everyone into the escape pods and emergency Raptors. Let’s go! We’re out of time!”
Raptors and escape pods are seen exiting the wounded Pegasus as she faces her final moments.
"Sir, we lost communication with the Pegasus." Gaeta said.
"How many escape pods have been launched?" Saul asked.
"We can't tell sir."
"I'm sure Lee made it out of there." Saul quietly told a sullen Adama as they witness the end of the Pegasus.
More warheads are launched from the planet as the Borg intensifies their attacks. Two Borg cubes make a straight line for the Cylon base ship as they begin launching the rest of their raiders in defense.
"We're losing the link." Caprica said as she struggles to assist the Hybrids who are now under attack themselves from the Borg Queen. The Borg begin their final attack run to end their inferior enemy. As Caprica prepares to contact Adama, one of the Hybrid females grabs her arm.
"Resistance is futile....resistance is futile.....resistance is futile." She kept repeating over and over again.
Once of the cubes successfully damages the Cylon baseship, rendering it defenseless.
"The Cylons have had it. We're done for." Saul said as he listened to the many transmissions coming in from the Viper pilots. The Borg cubes have erected a shield strong enough to withstand the nuclear warheads being launched their way.
"How many ships have landed on Earth?" Adama asked his XO.
"Three...maybe. Every other ship is jumping away. There's no way to protect them."
Adama grabs the ships communicator and announces a general retreat.
"This is Adama, all ships fall back. I repeat fall back."
Galactica then suffers an attack from the cubes that damages its FTL drive. They are left floating in space as a sitting duck.
"Sir, we can't get the ship to respond." Gaeta says. "The enemy is advancing closer.
Adama can only watch as the Borg come closer and closer. Finally when the moment comes , it is swift and sure. The Borg ships launch an attack, destroying the Galactica and her brave crew.
Starbuck and the surviving Viper and Raiders can only watch helplessly as defeat is now a certainty. There are no words, just silent prayers for both the dead and the living.
"This is Caprica to any surviving pilots, we need assistance. I repeat we need assistance."
One of the Borg cubes in the rear of the formation is instantly destroyed. The rest of the Borg fleet react immediately to the new threat.
"What the frak was that?"
"This is Admiral Jean Luc Picard of the Starship Enterprise. Any and all survivors fall back behind our line of defense. We will engage the Borg."
"You heard the man! All Pilots frakking fall back!" She happily yelled as they flew toward the damaged Cylon base ship.
With their shield below full strength because of the Cylon Hybrids, the ships from Starfleet were able to destroy the Borg cubes immediately. When they finally destroyed the flag ship and the Borg Queen, the battle was won.
"The battle is over...now the struggle to assist the survivors of this version of Earth now begins..."