Escape from Picon

, Lieutenant Ariella Arnold and Lieutenant Keziah Walker
Unknown on mission day 1

Muffled noises began to stir a sense of life back into Kilmartin, his eyes starting to flicker as he tried to make sense of what he was hearing. “He’s coming around,” a voice spoke as he finally managed to open his eyes long enough to adjust to the lights around him. He tried to push himself up but felt a massive pang of pain in the back of his head and swiftly found himself back on the floor again.

“Take it steady! You’ve taken a significant blow to the back of the head and probably have a concussion,” the unfamiliar voice spoke again. Now the Captain could make out the words enough to note that it was a female and as he managed to blink enough to focus, he saw that she was a beautiful blonde woman.

“What… where am I?” he whispered as he tried to adjust to the pain levels in his head. He was no medical practitioner but even he knew she was probably right judging by the pain in his head.

“You’re aboard a Raptor,” the woman revealed as she shuffled a bit to get comfortable net to him. She had clearly been designated to look after the injured passenger of the craft. “We found you among the rubble of one of the buildings. Gods know how you weren’t more injured. We found a Raptor and managed to escape the surface,” she revealed as she looked down at the prone man on the deck plating of the Raptor.

Her revelation seemed to suddenly spur him on a little and he managed to sit up quite quickly, only to feel the after effects of his sudden movements. The blonde woman reached out to support him and help him sit up against the bulkhead. “The Cylons…” he suddenly recalled. “I was headed for a Viper,” he informed as he winced in pain again.

“You a pilot?” a second female voice called from the cockpit of the Raptor, drawing his attention towards the front of the craft.

“Yeah…” he spoke quietly before taking a deep breath. “Captain Jonathan Kilmartin, somewhat between assignments right now,” he smirked as he shuffled his back up the side wall of the craft as he tried to support himself.

“Hey, if you’re a pilot, I could use you up here when you’re ready Captain,” the second woman called out again from the front of the craft.

Johnny considered it for a brief moment before opting to take a little more time to come around from his pain induced slumber. “What happened? Where are we headed?” he queried as his blonde angel of mercy offered him a canteen of water. He took it and began to drink as she filled him in.

“They came out of nowhere, nuked several colonies all at the same time and launched attacks on all military facilities. Headquarters is gone, Scorpia was hit. Admiral Nagala took command of the fleet aboard the Atlantia,” she sighed as she looked down at the deck plating.

Kilmartin recognised the look all too well and spoke quietly. “How many?”

“Thirty battlestars in the first engagements,” the woman revealed as she looked up again. “A quarter of the fleet, gone, wiped out,” she sighed, a tear in her eye as she sat back against the opposite wall to him.

“Where are we headed now?” he queried as he tried to adjust to the situation. It had just dawned on him that he was, apparently, the senior most officer aboard the small craft.

“Nagala and the fleet are regrouping for a counter attack. Atlantia, Columbia, Triton and Ulysses are leading the charge. We’re headed to meet them near Caprica,” a male voice spoke and took him by surprise. A bald headed man turned and glanced back at them from the co-pilots seat in the cockpit. “I’m sure they’ll welcome an experienced pilot Captain,” the man smiled before disappearing out of view again.

Truth be told, the Captain was not feeling the urge to fly again anytime soon, but reached out and gestured for the blonde to help him to his feet. “What’s your name, Lieutenant?” he asked with a smile as he recognised her rank.

“Keziah Walker. I’m the LSO for the Triton,” she smiled as she supported him and guided him towards the cockpit. The man who occupied the co-pilots chair vacated it just in time.

“Ensign Maxie Schneider,” the bald man spoke as he moved past the Captain and sat at the aft consoles. “I graduated from the Fleet Academy a few weeks ago. I was at fleet HQ to get my first orders when the Lieutenant’s found me,” the youngest member of the ships personnel informed as he adjusted to a new role as the ECO.

Kilmartin slid into the co-pilots chair and briefly glanced across at the no-nonsense woman at the controls. “Well Nugget, you are getting quite the education today,” the Captain smiled, placing a reassuring hand on the Ensigns arm as he moved past him. It was clear that the pilot was not going to be the positive, reassuring voice on the ship.

“Ariella Arnold,” the woman blurted out. “I was, until earlier today, Deputy CAG aboard the Columbia.”

“A pleasure,” Kilmartin smirked as he adjusted his posture in the seat, still clearly recovering from his injuries despite feeling the need to get to it straight away. He was, after all, the most senior person on the Raptor.

“Hey. You guys are going to want to hear this…” came the voice of the Ensign from the back of the cockpit as his fingers danced across some of the controls. Eventually, a different voice filled the small craft.

“This is Lieutenant Marcia Byers to all Colonial Forces nearby. Commander Mitchell Hanson of the Ulysses is ordering all forces to regroup at the Nogura Fleet Depot.”

The crew of the craft were silent for a while after the message was received until Kilmartin spoke out again. “Okay Ensign. Get us the co-ordinates and send a message back on the same frequency. Let them know we’re coming…”

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