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So Say We All (A nuBSG/BT Crossover)
« on: 30 May 2020, 04:00:31 »
So Say We All

Chapter One: All This Has Happened Before

The Jupiter II-class Battlestar Galactica was a beautiful ship as it sailed with its escort of four new 912m long Heracles-class Battlecruisers and 16 brand new 200m long Hesperus-class Frigates, plus the usual 40 Fleet Auxiliaries carrying supplies and repair facilities.

Galactica itself was 3,026.48m long, 1,114.57m in beam, and 478.89m in draft, and massed ~ 88,350,000.00mt with a cargo capacity of ~ 4,485,000.00mt. Its 1,517.91m x 286.46m x 181.88m flight pods allowed 200 out of 440 Vipers (standard load) to launch at once, and its 100 Raptors (standard load), 20 Mk II Shuttles (Standard Load), and 16 Tanker Shuttles (standard Load) gave it a well-rounded fighting capability. An onboard foundry enabled it to make its own Raptors, Viper mk. VIIIs, and shuttles, plus its own ammunition. It could even grow its own food.

Main Armament was 2 fixed quad mounted 6m Krupp MK38/14-A Class 15 Heavy Assault Cannons in the prow and 96 dual mounted 2.5m Krupp MK21/10-F Class 10 Naval Auto Cannons. Secondary armament was 48 dual mounted 1.1m Krupp MK15/5-A Class 05 Naval Auto Cannons. Defensive armament was 400 dual mounted 13.97cm Krupp MK163/94-B Class 03 Point Defense Cannons. 140 Zenith SLBMN-20/N Launch Systems provided heavy anti-ship and anti-planetary capability while 270 AIM-21B “Wasp” Air-Defense Guided Missile launchers rounded out the arsenal.

Ship’s crew consisted of 800 officers, 2,969 enlisted as standard load. The Marine Detachment consisted of 22 Officers and 578 enlisted as standard load. 100 Admiralty Staff were also carried, including the Vice Admiral, Ernesto “Sourface” Hebe.

It was a worthy successor to the Jupiter-Class Battlestar Galactica, and though the biggest Battlestar yet constructed, it was still dwarfed by the Cylon War Era Basestars Caprica built to move its Armies, and said Basestars were yet again Dwarfed by the Galleon, a 15km ship that carried the 12 Tribes from Kobol. 

For newly promoted 40 year-old Colonel Jackson "Dipper" Spencer, this was a plum assignment the old man got him once the original Jupiter-class Battlestar Galactica pulled into its permanment docking orbit over Caprica where the Ministry of Education took it over. Especially as the newly commissioned Galactica was the Flagship of a new fleet that would be traveling past the red line now that the Colonies have fully recovered from the Cylon Rebellion, and moving in the direction of the Sacred Scrolls towards Kobol and beyond to see if the 13th Tribe was out there.

“Dipper to Galactica Actual, I brought the Vipers, Permission to do combat landings.”

“Dipper, this Galactica Actual, I just got this girl out of the yard after promising not to be rough with her and already you want to tear up her deck? And with the new Viper VIIIs we got.”

Dipper grinned at the banter, “On my soul, I swear we can be gentle about it Galactica actual.”

“Well Dipper, in that case combat landing authorized.”

“Acknowledge.” Switching channels, Dipper gave his order, “All Vipers combat landings.”

As one mass, 440 Vipers surged forward to baptize the 4 Landing Decks with 110 Vipers each.
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“Dipper, any particular reason you tore up my deck on the first day, sir?” Newly promoted Aviation Boatswain Derek Prosna greeted Dipper as he opened his cockpit.

“Prosna, good to see you again.” Dipper smiled.

“You aren’t getting off that easy, I can dock your pay to cover the costs of repairing the deck from unnecessary hard landings.”

“What?”

“CNR 2590 section 45 as amended. The Aviation Boatswain shall have the power to dock pilot’s pay for unnecessary hard landing to compensate for time and expenses on hammering the deck smooth again.”

Dipper began climbing out of the cockpit, “Ok, I will not pull anymore stunts like that again.”
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An hour and a half after landing, Colonel Spencer found himself in CIC and saluted Commander Jurgen “Faceplant” Belzen, who himself was newly promoted and transferred from the Pegasus. “Colonel Jackson Spencer reporting as ordered sir.”

“Ah, Colonel Spencer, hope you like your new position as Commander Aerospace Fleet Operations. Sorry to say you’ll fly a lot less and have to fight tooth and nail to get one flight a week. I’m lucky if I can get one flying session a month on a Raptor. They already took my Viper Qualifications. The Gods damned bastards.” Commander Belzen greeted the new CAFO in friendly banter.

“Is it too late to go back to a regular CAG?” Spencer spoke in mock alarm.

“Afraid it is so, I already got four CAGs on this ship, each commanding 110 Vipers and 20 Raptors, I don’t need a fifth and you’re supposed to be running herd on them so I can focus on the big guns.” Belzen replied in a mock serious tone, before lightening up. “That said, you’ll be running the newly formed 13th Expeditionary Fleet’s Aerospace Operations and serve as the liaison between me, Admiral Hebe who will be arriving in 4 hours from Caprica, and the rest of the CAGs. It would take a major fleet battle for you to have actual command authority as a Supreme CAG. On the plus side, as a CAFO, you’re Admiralty Staff and get a single luxury room to yourself.”

“Sounds good to me, I’m surprised Admiral Adama landed me this spot. And with our new FTL Capable Vipers, we now are venturing into uncharted tactical territory with our 25 ton FTL capable fighters.” Spencer spoke.

“Indeed we are. We will now be able to aggressively go coreward and easily set up new colonies.”  Belzen agreed as he signed some paperwork.

“Well then sir, if there is nothing more, permission to take my gear to my quarters?”

“Nothing further, but Mission Briefing at 2000. You’re dismissed.”
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Colonel Spencer walked in and took a chair. Present were Vice Admiral Hebe, Commanders Jurgen, Jamie Falcon of the Heracles, Kenneth Kartwright of the Iphicles, Julius Nero of the Iolaus, Jessica Makin of the Alcaeus, and Amber Dorangor who commanded the Fleet Auxiliaries. Commanders Susan Xerxes, Jeffery Oedipus, Michael Valenzuela, and John Grant commanding Frigate Squadrons 1 to 4 respectively were present. Lastly a Marine General, Anthony Calloway was present.   

“Alright we’re all here.” Admiral Hebe announced as a projector turned on. “It has been 40 years since the Cimtar Accords and the Cylon Exodus beyond the rim into inter-galactic space. During that time, we have been rebuilding the Colonies after sixteen centuries of warfare culminating in the Cylon War. As we are all aware, this section of the Galaxy got worked over by supernovas due to being relatively newer stars compared to the coreward areas. Thus we only settled 17 worlds outside of Cyrannus. 5 of which had their atmospheres deprivated in the Ghost Fleet Offensive, 10 are being repopulated after being abandoned in the Cylon War, Djerba is a frozen rock like Aquaria, and Medra is a tropical death world whose main insect species has become Sapient by mastering fire, and shows signs of developing into a civilizational stage with several of its queens actively guiding boat building and fishing from observing our Marines at their hostile environment training site.”

“So we have become their Prometheus then,” Dipper spoke.

“Leave the implications to the Presidency and the Priesthood,” Admiral Hebe replied before continuing. “That said there are no other worlds nearby suitable for Colonization in the 2 millennia since arriving here on the Galleon, at least not without extensive Kobol-Forming. So that leaves expansion coreward. Due to the Galleon’s computer banks suffering a wipe during the Exodus from Kobol, we don’t have a direct address for Kobol. But we do have sufficient clues to pinpoint its general location and we will be taking the Arrow of Apollo with us and see where to find the 13th Tribe. As part of this Mission, Galactica will have Civilian Ships along wanting to be first to stake claims on new worlds and mining locations.”     

 “Which is why I was asked to come along.” General Calloway piped up.

“Precisely, especially when, not if, we find Kobol, Adar wants us to leave a Marine Division behind to secure the planet.” Admiral Hebe announced.

“My Division is primed for the mission. I got the Arrow of Apollo and after we have secured the area, my Siegestar will remain behind to protect and police Kobol in preparation to remaking it the Colonial Capital.”  General Calloway spoke.

“Indeed, as we move forward from Kobol, I will be setting course through this nebula with its two attendant clouds. There is this rift here coreward of it, a dense cluster antispinward potentially rich in Tylium, and beyond the rift coreward is this cluster of stars forming a loop of sorts and is potentially rich in Tylium along with 3 other star clusters nearby antispinward.”

“My duty then is to have Raptors scour those areas for Tylium for future explorations.” Colonel Spencer spoke, adding his two cubits.

“Indeed Colonel. Be prepared for anything out there folks. This is uncharted space. Regardless of your faith or lack thereof, the Lords of Kobol are neither Gods nor Myth, they were real. The Galleon is proof of that along with the relics they left us. Relics possessing technology we barely understand despite 2 millennia of reverse engineering the Galleon and piecing together its computer core.”     
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6 Months later, Leh

Captain Karl ‘Helo’ Agathon shook off the jump effect as he rematerialized with FS-1 Primus commanded by Captain Leeland ‘Apollo’ Adama as wingmen plus his 4 Raptor strong RS-7 Battleaxe. Racetrack was his pilot while he ran the Sensor Suite.

“Helo, talk to me. What do we got in this system.” Apollo asked as Racetrack took them over a Dwarf Planet that was quite rich in enough Uranium to sterilize the entirety of the Colonies 20 times over if strip mined.

“I got multiple vessels bearing 4, 0, Karam 134. No Colonial Transponders.” Helo replied. “This could be the forward patrol area of the Taurian Concordat that 13th Tribe Jumpship we helped out, told us about.”

Helo reflected on the discovery of outposts of the 13th Tribe. 30 had been found in Galactica’s path. 20 had regressed to pre-industrial levels and were utilizing swords, bows, and primitive gunpowder weapons. 5 had industrialized infrastructure but no spaceflight, with one of those worlds having nuclear bombs and already engaged in a limited nuclear exchange between two factions before Galactica put a stop to it by destroying both factions nuclear capabilities and summoning the leaders of both factions to Galactica to discuss an armistice. 3 had limited orbital flight capabilities and 2 had limited interstellar flight capability compared to Colonial Jump Drives. So much so, the five latter worlds unconditionally surrendered when Galactica appeared, before they could get across that they came in peace and friendship.

“Apollo, this is Helo, picking up heat signatures. There is combat ahead, reading multiple weapons discharges. Also getting wireless chatter on radio frequencies. Seeing what looks like a large civilian fleet. Two 485m warships with 8 77m escorts protecting them with 48 fighters and 16 gunboats in the 27m range. Multiple fighters, gunboats, corvettes, and 3 ships in the 1400m range, inbound, ETA 5 minutes at their current velocity. 9 of their unarmed Jumpships holding station outside the star’s gravity well. IFFs match the Taurian Concordat and the Pirates we heard about from Beta Salandor and New Richmond Colonies.” Helo spoke.

“Apollo to Helo. Now I’m really interested, try and raise the Taurians fighting the pirates. Let them know  we’re reinforcements and send for assistance.”

“On it Apollo, I can patch you through to talk to them in just a moment. Jackass jump back to Frigate Squadron 3.” Helo responded.
…………………..

Mitchell Calderon didn’t think a simple convoy escort could go so wrong. But the Orion Rift Pirates had massed together and rumors had been coming in for the past 3 months of mysterious ships in the Deep Periphery. His mother had sent him out to this outpost after a Taurian Trade Jumpship had burnt out its drives to reach Badlands from Beta Salandor. The reports of a fleet of Warships jumping into Geosynchronous Orbits were too incredible to believe if not for a recording of one called Galactica doing so over Beta Salandor with 4 other smaller but still large ships. Even the pirates were spooked, one ship a month ago that had surrendered immediately to the TCS Winchester, spoke hysterically of jump capable fighters wiping out their fighters and all three of their dropships with ease.

So despite her bad health, his mother Caterina Calderon sent him to evacuate Leh and set up an early warning picket while she worked on defusing tensions following the Malagrotta Affair despite her recent stroke.

Simple, but now on this day, March 14th 2574, Mitchell Calderon found himself in a Lighting Fighter facing the united might of 5 pirate groups that normally operated Rimward of the Orion Rift. One faction alone had 3 ****** Monsoons and were crewed by descendants of ****** deserters from the Terran Hegemony that had taken over Drachenfeld 75 years ago.

“Space Master Kalin, how long till the Civilians can jump with a hot charge?” Calderon demanded as his 2 Air Divisions of ASFs formed up.

“40 minutes Lord Calderon. They are making best time to the Pirate Point.”

“Damnit, tell them to haul ass, the Pirates will be on us in less than 7 minutes. Tell them to take their chances with a misjump if they have to.”

“Yes Milord… Damnit, Quixote is reporting a drive failure, they can’t jump or maintain speed.”

Mitchell closed his eyes, then hardened himself, “They’re on their own…”

“This is Captain Leeland Adama, callsign Apollo, of the Colonial Fleet to Taurian Warships protecting the Civilians. We are coming to your aid.”

“Wha…”

“Multiple jump signatures…”

Mitchell blinked as 20 light fighters and 3 mediums flashed into existence 30 klicks away in a gravity field no less with none of the ships shattering despite their close proximity jumps to each other.

“This is Lord Calderon of the Taurian Concordat, our Civilians need about 40 minutes to jump. One is crippled and can’t make it. We need to buy time for the others to escape.” Mitchell recovered quickly to take advantage of this.

“Acknowledge, engaging the foe now. All Vipers and Raptors, weapons free.”

“Demi-Squadron five, turn to attack the pirates. Alpha Division on me, Delta Division, punch us a hole through there.” Mitchell ordered as he kicked into burn at safe thrust while Delta Division went into full thrust. “Midale and Werfer focus on their Battleships, leave their dropships and fighters to us. Apollo can you keep their fighters off of us?”

“Copy Lord Mitchell,” Apollo agreed over the channel.

Checking his left, he saw the Colonials just overtake his fighters and launch a large number of missiles within seconds at the Pirates. Most missiles were shot down by the 40 Stukas the Pirates had somehow acquired, but all 40 were in turn destroyed with the Colonials flying past strafing the Pirate Dropships and destroying two of their small craft.

“Hit that opening.” Mitchell ordered as the Colonials who had to be pulling 30gs abruptly arrested their momentum and did 180 degree turns before scattering formation at Apollo’s command. ‘How are they not turning to red smears in their cockpits from that? And did they just give inertia the finger?’

“Yes Milord.” His fighters answered as they targeted a Pirate Dropship with their 120mm Luxor Devastator-20 cannons and their lasers, causing it to blow. Out of the corner of his eyesight, Mitchell saw a Colonial Light Fighter take a hit to its cockpit.

“We lost Xerox, no ejection before her Viper crashed into that parasite ship,” Someone, probably a Colonial spoke.

Up ahead, the Monsoons began turning to target his Concordat Frigates, ‘Should have brought at least the Winchester along,’ Mitchell thought as he cut thrust to prepare for a turn, “Alpha Division, set for… ******!” Mitchell screamed as something hit his fighter and alarms went off. With no choice, Mitchell ejected as the reactor started to melt.

Thrown clear of his fighter, at the mercy of the vacuum of space, Mitchell watched the Colonial Fighters continue to give inertia the finger and pull violent turns that by all rights should reduce the pilots to red smears in their cockpits if not tear the frames apart.

And then 4 200m Colonial Corvette Sized Ships just jumped in and the left trailing Monsoon exploded from their jump wake… He couldn’t see a single energy weapon on them and they were highly maneuverable, in fact the Colonial Ships were giving inertia the finger as they plowed towards the remaining Monsoons, and made hard 90 degree right turns and blasting four dropships to pieces as they did so, and just began running a circle around the Monsoons, dodging their return fire from kinetic weapons and putting up a flak field that severely reduced the effectiveness of the energy weapons.

‘WTF, those are turreted NAC equivalents, not autocannons, how are they not tearing off from the Newtons they are imparting into the frames? Especially without secure casemates with the engines as a back stop?’ Mitchell thought as he watched the Colonial Corvettes circle strafe the Monsoons while doing rough mental calculations on the recoil and speed of the projectiles he was seeing fired from the Colonial's 1.1m guns. ‘And how are they able to use Armor Piercing High Explosive Rounds! We can barely design solid slug NAC rounds that don’t shred apart from the launch velocities!?’ 

One of the Colonial Corvettes took a hit to an engine from a NAC 30 and got shoved into an uncontrolled lateral counter-clockwise spin as its other engines failed. Still its turrets continued to fire till several NPPC hits took out the turrets and yet another NAC 30 round knocked it clear out of the engagement zone, no way any of the crew could survive the G forces from the first solid hit to the engines, but the crewed guns he saw still managed to fire till they were knocked out. ‘They have to have either powered armor suites or inertial compensators.’ Mitchell thought as he continued to watch the fight.

Werfer was aflame and being abandoned, 6 of his dropships were destroyed, and Midale was breaking up.

Then Mitchell looked down and saw the oxygen leak in his leg. Quickly he reached for the adhesive and sealed it. He then checked his oxygen reserves.

‘Mother, Brother, Anna, my children, I’m sorry.’ Mitchell thought as he resigned himself to death as the raging battle meant he couldn’t be rescued in time. Looking back up he saw the second Monsoon explode as 4 more Colonial Corvettes and a 912m Battlecruiser with multiple Fighters charged in from the distance. His last sight before losing consciousness was being bathed in bright light by a Colonial Medium Fighter.
…………..

 Mitchell Calderon startled awake to find himself sprawled out on a deck with a man in a g-suite over him holding his helmet. The man said something, but all he got was Poseidon, the Greek God of the Sea.

“I don…” Mitchell did a double take. He was sprawled out on a deck that was horizontal to the direction of thrust and the cockpit he was seeing told him this was the Colonial Medium Fighters he saw. But now he was inside one, he realized this wasn’t really a fighter either. “You have artificial gravity? Only one element can even work for that in theory and we can’t even produce stable atoms of Element 115.”

The Colonial Man stared at him a second in incomprehension, before handing him his SAR radio and putting a blanket around his shoulders before going to a console he assumed was his station.

“This is Lord Calderon, all my people report in.”

“Delta Leader here, 5 fighters remaining aside from me, the rest are gone, these Colonials are picking up survivors, the Civilians have jumped except Quixote. The Pirate Jumpships are surrendering to a massive Battleship calling itself Galactica. Where is your location sir?”

Mitchell winced, a minimum of 2,500 out of 3,252 of his men likely killed and they still had no clue as to these Colonials. “I got picked up by their 50 ton fighter or should I say a light shuttle now that I’m in one.”

 “You okay my Lord?”

“I’m fine, get docking permission from the Colonials, we aren’t going anywhere without their say so.”

The Colonial tapped Mitchell on the shoulder, prompting him to look towards him as he spoke and a translator program on the console spoke. “Vice Admiral Hebe says you’re welcome to join us on the Galactica and we’ll get you home. He wishes to establish Diplomatic Relations with the Taurian Concordat in preparation for a Trade Envoy.”

“Omne initium novum alio initio est ab aliquo fine est,” Mitchell spoke, remembering his Latin Language Courses.

/So you speak High Aerilon?/ The Colonial spoke in Latin.

/No, we call this language Latin. I’m Lord Mitchell Calderon. My mother is the current Lord Protector of the Taurian Concordat. So if you truly come in peace, you rescued the right guy./

The Colonial blinked, then spoke in their standard language for communication to Galactica for a few moments before turning to him. /My name is Captain Karl Agathon, callsign Helo. Admiral Hebe welcomes you as a personal guest aboard his flagship./ 

TBC

AN:

I always wanted to do a crossover between these Universes, but held off for years because I couldn't see anyway to nerf nuBSG capabilities and not have plot holes.

Why? Because from the nuBSG pilot alone we know Colonial One, Vipers and Raptors were traveling at a minimum of 1,500Gs and a maximum of 3,000Gs. That same pilot established Galactica can fly in the Atmosphere of a Planet and we see the predecessor of the Mercury-class flying in Caprica's Atmosphere. The pilot also confirmed in-atmosphere jumps are possible, but Ragnar being a Gas Giant and them being in the midst of a powerful storm system would make it essentially a blind jump till they got out of the storm clouds to the upper atmosphere. So the entire battle of Ragnar took place in the upper atmosphere. New Caprica, Galactica was deliberately free-falling to minimize its exposure to Cylon defenses and utilize its jump as a massive concussion bomb to knock down the Cylon Defenses long enough for Hotdog's Squadron to take out the defenses for the ground assault.

This effectively renders all the Battletech Factions irrelevant, they are too technologically outmatched and can only fight a Guerrilla Conflict, nor can they reverse engineer Colonial Technology as it works using heavy elements they can't even synthesize stable atoms of and lack the theoretical knowledge to even begin with. Which means this really becomes a Challenge to write. I have to de-empathise the battles and focus more on the Character interactions. The other ideal I had was to have Racetrack misjump to the Taurian Concordat, but the Cylons also can operate in Atmospheres unless they really decide genocide is pointless or Six and Boomer took over leadership and brought peace...

So in my story plan I'm limiting the initial Colonial Fleet that interacts with the BT Factions, the Colonials initially stay out of the affairs of BT Factions, but Ian Cameron just can't keep his mouth shut and his aggressive actions prompt the Colonies to guarantee the Taurians and Canopians safety. Ian doesn't take the hint, his units commit atrocities, and the Colonial Army is called in to backstop the Taurians and Canopians who do the bulk of the fighting till the Colonial Army arrives in recommissioned Baseships and end the war in a series of counter-offensives in 2585 and ending in 2592 with the toppling of the Star League and the Great Houses.

The Cylons are gone in this fic. I had another ideal in which they maintained diplomatic relations and did a joint expedition with the Colonies, but that would have taken this from Earth Minbari War disparity to clubbing a baby seal. And that is just wrong.
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Re: So Say We All (A nuBSG/BT Crossover)
« Reply #1 on: 30 May 2020, 04:58:37 »
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Why? Because from the nuBSG pilot alone we know Colonial One, Vipers and Raptors were traveling at a minimum of 1,500Gs and a maximum of 3,000Gs.

[Citation Needed]

The source I found lists the Vipers as being able to pull, as stated in the episode "The Hand of God", during the gym conversation between Starbuck and Adam, "six, seven G's".  This can also be found here:

https://en.battlestarwiki.org/The_Hand_of_God_(RDM)
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Re: So Say We All (A nuBSG/BT Crossover)
« Reply #2 on: 30 May 2020, 05:11:59 »
Galactica itself was 3,026.48m long, 1,114.57m in beam, and 478.89m in draft, and massed ~ 88,350,000.00mt with a cargo capacity of ~ 4,485,000.00mt. Its 1,517.91m x 286.46m x 181.88m flight pods allowed 200 out of 440 Vipers (standard load) to launch at once, and its 100 Raptors (standard load), 20 Mk II Shuttles (Standard Load), and 16 Tanker Shuttles (standard Load) gave it a well-rounded fighting capability. An onboard foundry enabled it to make its own Raptors, Viper mk. 8s, and shuttles, plus its own ammunition.
That's big. Bigger even than the Mercury-class.

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Re: So Say We All (A nuBSG/BT Crossover)
« Reply #3 on: 31 May 2020, 03:55:18 »
[Citation Needed]

The source I found lists the Vipers as being able to pull, as stated in the episode "The Hand of God", during the gym conversation between Starbuck and Adam, "six, seven G's".  This can also be found here:

https://en.battlestarwiki.org/The_Hand_of_God_(RDM)

From the Miniseries, Colonial One's captain reported a travel time of 5 and a half hours to Galactica. Billy told Roslin that radio signals had a 30 minute delay from Galactica to Caprica.

From this set of data it is simple math to deduce how far away from Caprica, Galactica is.

This tells us that Colonial One is travelling at 11% of the Speed of Light.

Now obviously in combat they will be going slower as ECM/ECCM makes it highly dangerous to go max speed while relying on mark one eyeball and really you only in-universe go that fast on autopilot using a pre-approved flight plan to avoid traffic collisions. 

As for Starbuck's re-qualification test, this was to see if she could handle controls of the Viper IIs which were hydraulic, not fly-by-wire like the Mk VII, thus requires physical force to control when forces being acted upon the Viper are forcing it to go one way while the pilot wants it to go the other way.

Notice how all the Colonial Pilots in Mk IIs are much more physical with the petals, the sticks, and throttles compared to the Mk VII pilots. Its also reflected in their muscles.

This mirrors real life as well. In WW2, you could always identify who was a B-24 Pilot and who was B-17 Pilot by their left arms. B-24 pilots had over developed left arms as they had to use their left arm muscles more to keep the plane trim, especially when they took damage due to the design of the wing. B-17 Pilots who flew a more rugged conventionally winged bomber had more even muscle tones.

So back to that scene, Adama's point there was Starbuck couldn't kick back against the petals hard enough while doing combat maneuvers, especially when turning and burning as the hydraulic system would be pushing back harder than her broke leg could bear. How much did she need to kick by, 7 gravities, how much did she manage, less than 1.

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Re: So Say We All (A nuBSG/BT Crossover)
« Reply #4 on: 31 May 2020, 04:04:17 »
That's big. Bigger even than the Mercury-class.

I based it off the Nova Class at Wolf's Shipyards.

Even so, its dwarfed by the First Cylon-War Era Basestars which were truly massive vessels design to carry entire Army Corps and supply them in Combat before they were reconfigured to carry Cylons. So its actually a small ship by Colonial Standards.

The other ships I mentioned, the Heracles-class and Hesperus-class are from Barricade on Wolf's Shipyards and Deviantart.

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« Reply #5 on: 31 May 2020, 09:29:47 »
I based it off the Nova Class at Wolf's Shipyards.

Even so, its dwarfed by the First Cylon-War Era Basestars which were truly massive vessels design to carry entire Army Corps and supply them in Combat before they were reconfigured to carry Cylons. So its actually a small ship by Colonial Standards.

The other ships I mentioned, the Heracles-class and Hesperus-class are from Barricade on Wolf's Shipyards and Deviantart.
Nova-class of Battlestar Prometheus fame?
Nice.

And yeah. First Cylon War era Basestars are massive. 3.5Km diameter on top and bottom modules.

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« Reply #6 on: 31 May 2020, 09:41:53 »
I feel I should point out that there is another bsg/BT set in the reunification war. In it the colonials know they cannot just rolf stomp the star league. Because 1 massive overwhelming military resources and manpower. 2 the availability of tylium puts a limit on how much jumping they can do because slow they may be but inner sphere ships do not run out of gas.
3. Nowhere near enough people to occupy worlds.

Of course to win all the concordat needs do is not be conquered which the colonials can help with.

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Re: So Say We All (A nuBSG/BT Crossover)
« Reply #7 on: 31 May 2020, 11:13:49 »
From the Miniseries, Colonial One's captain reported a travel time of 5 and a half hours to Galactica. Billy told Roslin that radio signals had a 30 minute delay from Galactica to Caprica.

Is that radio signals or wireless signals?
A purely wireless based automated system(no mention of couriers) was able to canvas Colonial territory for surviving upper government officials. Then there's Adama's general recall to the fleet. When he had the signal to rendezvous at Ragnar for rearmament and counterattack sent, he expected all fleet units wherever they might be to receive it. Both implies an FTL propagation speed for long range wireless. At least enough that a 1/6 of a lightyear(distance between double binaries) can be covered in an acceptable timeframe.

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« Reply #8 on: 31 May 2020, 11:27:37 »
Is that radio signals or wireless signals?
A purely wireless based automated system(no mention of couriers) was able to canvas Colonial territory for surviving upper government officials. Then there's Adama's general recall to the fleet. When he had the signal to rendezvous at Ragnar for rearmament and counterattack sent, he expected all fleet units wherever they might be to receive it. Both implies an FTL propagation speed for long range wireless. At least enough that a 1/6 of a lightyear(distance between double binaries) can be covered in an acceptable timeframe.

It was specifically called a radio signal used for low priority traffic. Blood and Chrome confirms Interstellar FTL communications facilities exist and Deadlock has several missions dealing with FTL beacons and communications.

Best way to explain it is the Cylon War destroyed a lot of key FTL infrastructure and the Colonial Government stood up a backup Radio system for low priority use and emergency use.

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« Reply #9 on: 01 June 2020, 21:59:11 »
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« Reply #10 on: 06 June 2020, 03:04:48 »
Chapter 2: The Galactica

Mitchell sat next to the Colonial Female Pilot Margaret Edmundson, callsign Racetrack. Flying in formation was the remains of Delta Division, three in front and three behind. 347 of his men and women had been recovered alive and were given priority docking to Galactica. Once they were aboard and checked out, he would dock with Delta Division. Because of that the Raptor, he was flying in, was doing circles around the Galactica. As he flew around it, Mitchell just stared at the elegant beast.

‘This ship doesn’t have any weak points I can see. The flight pods are actually a good ideal we could never do due to the strains of accelerating on the frames and given their jump capabilities, enables them to rapidly recover aerospace assets and carry dropships under protective armor…” Mitchell mused as he ran mental calculations in his head. ‘If I could form an alliance with these Colonials, the Periphery would never have to worry about Inner Sphere Aggression again. And knowing Ian Cameron, he will burn bridges with these Colonials. That man just does not know when to keep his mouth shut and let his wife do the talking.’

/Lord Calderon, Galactica reports the last of the survivors are aboard and the Civilians from Quixote have been safely brought aboard. All the bodies we could find are also aboard. Your guard can land now./ Helo informed him.

/Thank you, I’m ready to board now./ Mitchell acknowledged before raising Delta Leader, “Delta Leader, we’ll be docking with Galactica, they got nets ready to receive you as they dock at higher speeds than we can manage, so land first.”

“Yes Milord. Entering docking formation.” Delta Leader complied.

Mitchell watched them angle in, guided by Galactica’s LSO. After a few minutes, they were docked.

“Galactica, this is Raptor 4509 on final approach, clearance to land?”

“Raptor 4509, you are cleared for autoland, call the ball.”

“Rodger, I have the ball.”

Mitchell watched as Racetrack let go of the controls and the Raptor turned upside down to align with a lower landing deck. As they entered, he saw markings, what appeared to be docking tubes, emergency vehicles, tugs, some shuttles docked, EVA suited crewmen directing a Raptor to an elevator, ‘Highly efficient for rapid recovery of fighters and docking cargo ships. You could also pack in several dropships end-to-end here.’

There was a locking sound in the interior of the Raptor. “Raptor 4509 throttling down, Maglock confirmed.” Racetrack intoned.

“Acknowledged, welcome back Racetrack and Helo.” /And welcome aboard Lord Calderon./ Chief LSO Lieutenant Colonel Aaron Kelly spoke the latter part in High Aerilon.

Red lights blared as the elevator began descending. Once down a certain distance, a shutter activated and the area became pressurized. After a few moments, a larger blast door started opening and multiple crewmen in color coded work uniforms, reminiscence of Blue Water Carrier Crews of old, came in and started hooking up a tow line to a conveyor vehicle. Racetrack began taking her helmet off alongside Helo who began opening the side door of the Raptor as they were towed in.

Looking out further, Mitchell could see old-fashioned style Marines in black BDUs roaming the deck providing security. Medics checked on his rescued comrades and triaged them. Colonial Pilots exited out of their Vipers and in the distance, he saw a Viper descend, actually ascend, an elevator due to the mastery of gravity these Colonials apparently had. But not one energy weapon in sight.

/Lieutenant Edmondson, don’t you use any energy weapons at all? All I see are kinetic energy weapons./ Mitchell questioned the Colonial Officer.

Racetrack raised an eyebrow as if he had asked a stupid question. /Directed energy weapons outside of a shaped nuclear charge powering an X-ray laser are militarily useless. Kinetics vastly outperform them and our armor technology rendered our vessels immune to lasers 900 years ago, and plasma weaponry don’t cycle fast enough to burn through armor before a slight roll will have presented fresh armor plating. In our 1600 years of Void Warfare when the Gemenonese Compact broke down after 400 years of peace, directed energy weapons never played much role./

It was Mitchell’s turn to blink, but before he could ask how that timeframe was possible, Helo called out.

/Lord Calderon, an Air Master Senior Grade Yusuf Ahmed is waiting for you alongside our Commander Jurgen Belzen./ Helo informed him.

/Thank you Captain Agathon, and I owe you my life./ Mitchell responded as he got up to exit.

/It was nothing./ Helo responded.

Turning to the hatch, Mitchell saw Delta Leader, Air Master Senior Grade Ahmed, and who he deemed to be Commander Belzen. Saluting the Colonial Skipper, Mitchell gave the traditional naval courtesy, /Permission to come aboard?/

The Colonial saluted back, /Permission granted./  He then shook hands with Mitchell. /Welcome aboard my ship, Galactica, we got your people being cared for as we speak. You have my guarantee as Skipper of Galactica./

/My thanks, we Taurians will always remember those who were friends in times of need. I must confess, we didn’t know of other polities beyond the Orion Sector. How long has it been since your exodus?/ Mitchell asked as he walked with Galactica’s Skipper.

/Our ancestors left Kobol about 2,000 years ago after roughly 19,000 years living on it with the Lords of Kobol who were neither Gods nor Myth, but an advanced culture. Our last contact with the 13th Tribe of Earth was 3,600 years ago when we received a tribal elder from Earth 400 years after the 13th Tribe went to Earth. We knew from that last contact that some sort of catastrophe had hit the Earth, but we could do nothing as the long war began between the Lords of Kobol and an entity claiming itself to be the one true god. For 1,600 years, Zeus, Thor, Ra, Inanna, and Tiandi led the Lords of Kobol in fighting this Jealous God, but were unable to gain victory after 1600 years of struggle. So the lords gathered us into the Galleon and led us to the 12 worlds before leaving to draw off the Jealous God. I’m sorry, am I losing you there?/

Mitchell whose face had grown in disbelief at ths promptly returned to a diplomatic face. /History isn’t my thing really, I’m sure my Academic Circles will be glad to catch up our history from our last contacts./ ‘3600 years ago would have been the tail end of the Bronze Age Collapse and the middle of the Greek Dark Age in 1026 BCE. We weren’t even in space then.’

/Ah, the other outposts of your tribe had the same reaction, but rest assured Humanity evolved on Kobol, we got the genetic records to show it and we have our archaeologists combing Humanity’s birthplace as we speak. Though we do accept the possibility that the Lords of Kobol seeded both Earth and Kobol at the same time, but further Genetic Testing will be needed to confirm that. We are talking about an Ancient Advanced Culture whose technology we still don’t fully understand and were worshipped as Gods by our ancestors./

/I see… Well this will be quite an interesting day./ Mitchell diplomatically spoke. ‘My mother is in for the surprise of her life. Hope she doesn’t have a relapse of a stroke, that last one weakened her left side substantially. George will only care about what new plants he gets to study, always cared for plants more than being Lord Protector, its why he stepped aside for me.’

Commander Belzen led him and Space Master Ahmed up a flight of stairs to an elevator that would take them to the upper deck and reorient automatically to the gravity of the upper deck. There was a sense of a spin for a moment that Mitchell knew all too well from Grav Decks, then it ceased. A few moments later they were on the top flight pod. Looking to his highest ranking surviving officer, Mitchell shared an acknowledging look.

A few more minutes of travel and they reached a high speed tram line. Hopping on, Mitchell observed the grandeur of the Galactica as they took it. “Sir, they certainly spared no expense to put up busts of Apollo.” Space Master Ahmed pointed out.

Commander Belzen only catching the Apollo part, decided to explain. Switching to High Leonian, which members of the 13th called Arabic, he explained. /Caprica’s Patron Lord of Kobol is Apollo. Galactica is sponsored by Caprica and thus is dedicated to Apollo, with our Head Priest being a Priest of Apollo./

/You worship Apollo?/ Mitchell asked, genuinely curious.

/I’m from Gemenon, which shares an orbit with Caprica. My Patron Lord of Kobol is Hera, my Household Lord I was dedicated to is Asherah. There are many Lords of Kobol and the artifacts they left us still defy all our current understanding of the Universe. Any event, we should be coming up to the Admiralty Section quickly now./

The Tram came to a stop and they were greeted by two of Galactica’s Marines who acknowledged Commander Belzen before one knocked on the Hatch with an armored gauntlet. Both Marines appeared to be wearing powered armor suits.

A moment later, Admiral Hebe’s Operations Officer, Captain Felix Gaeta poked his head out. /Welcome, come in. Admiral Hebe is waiting for you./

Looking at Ahmed one final time, Mitchell stepped into the Admiralty Section to learn the nature of these Colonials.

AN: 
I'm playing this hard Kinetics are just better, because they are. Lasers are worthless as a Military Weapon and easily countered and later chapters will have Colonial Marines using ricochets to bounce rounds designed to kill Cylons around corners and tearing apart the poorer trained and equipped SLDF Marines.

Plasma Weapons are weapons of terror, not weapons of war and all the effort spent on magnetic containment is better spent hurling metal slugs which don't dissipate upon hitting a flak field and can take advantage of orbital mechanics to be slung around a Planet.

Unlike Canon Galactica and Pegasus which had mostly reservists aboard, this Galactica has the cream and they will be in powered armor during boarding actions.

And yes, the Colonials have Power Armor, Cylons are essentially power armored troops eliminating the pilot altogether. Power Armored Troops are making a comeback in this fic now that trauma from the Cylons has worn off a bit and the dangers of it being hacked is no longer present. Its still highly controversial and the Colonial Government exercises strict oversight to ensure this doesn't become a back door to reintroducing robotic soldiers.

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Re: So Say We All (A nuBSG/BT Crossover)
« Reply #11 on: 18 June 2020, 23:36:52 »
I feel I should point out that there is another bsg/BT set in the reunification war. In it the colonials know they cannot just rolf stomp the star league. Because 1 massive overwhelming military resources and manpower. 2 the availability of tylium puts a limit on how much jumping they can do because slow they may be but inner sphere ships do not run out of gas.
3. Nowhere near enough people to occupy worlds.

Of course to win all the concordat needs do is not be conquered which the colonials can help with.

Korzon77 has his own head canon to create compelling space battles. That is his prerogative. And I hope he one day comes back to his story and gives us a proper account of his version of the Battle of Tentativa which he glossed over.

I am not going that route. BSG has all their capabilities, and Deadlock which is canon shows us just how much of an Industrial Powerhouse the Colonies were and how Galactica received a major overhaul on the surface of Caprica. We also see Cylons jump Basestars directly into planetary atmospheres along with Colonial Ships which was a thing in the Miniseries. The only limiting factor of the Colonies is how many people they want to throw into the fight and how much they want to aid the Periphery or more accurately the Taurians and Canopians.

Once they enter the fight, the entire SLDF becomes irrelevant. The Colonials can jump into atmospheres and while they don't use Mechs, correctly viewing them militarily worthless, the Taurians and Canopians would be using Colonial provided plus locally built ships to deploy Jump Mechs and Power Armored Troops rapidly onto objectives, and utterly breaking the entire SLDF strategy book in a way they simply can't put back together.

Even ground battles are pretty lopsided in the Colonial/Taurian/Canopian's favor. They will have aerospace supremacy, and if Cylon Wrist Guns are shooting out heavily armored pressure hatches, even a Colonial Soldier with a service pistol is capable of mission killing an AFV if he carries the right ammo. And this is before we consider the mini-grenade launchers mounted on the bottom of the barrels. Colonial Longarms and heavy weapons would just be hax as far as the SLDF and Great House soldiers would be concerned.

The Great Houses would put up a long fight and be behind the SLDF 100%, but only because they have to as the atrocities they committed in the early war period pisses the Colonials off way too much for them to cut separate deals. This forces the Kobol Alliance of the Colonials/Taurians/Canopians to commit to protracted Ground Wars which will be more realistically portrayed in this fic as involving millions of troops with widely varying degrees of fighting spirit. Some worlds will quickly surrender, some put up a bit of a fight just for honor's sake and then surrender after at most 2 weeks of combat, others its war to the knife requiring months of grueling Search and Destroy Operations.

Earth itself will take 5 years to subdue, with one year just hunting down all the Solar Defense Fleet and securing the outer planets and fending off relief forces before the planet itself is fully invested. House Cameron goes down fighting and the resulting battle leaves Earth a ruin with half its population dead, every city of above 20,000 inhabitants a leveled wasteland.

But the outcome simply won't be in doubt, the technological mismatch is too great. Even the SLDF at its height is no match for the far superior Colonial War Machine. Daidalos Shipyard/Ragnar Anchorage was a gigantic FTL Shipyard capable of building Jupiter-class Battlestars in its four slipways.

Let that sink in for a moment. This 5525m long and 1510m wide center spine with three 3271m wide habitation rings is FTL capable. It literally blows the Newgrange-class out of the water in terms of capabilities and can operate in the Atmosphere of Gas Giants.

The only way for the SLDF to win is for Ian to keep his mouth shut, let his wife do all the talking and avoid pissing off the Colonials and throw all resources into reverse engineering Colonial Technology which means primarily mass producing heavy elements from 110 to 178. Only problem is Ian can't keep his mouth shut and let his wife do all the talking.

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« Reply #13 on: 28 June 2020, 20:25:01 »
The Admiral

The first sight upon entering the Admiral’s Quarters was the quite prominent statue of Hestia holding a chalice with an actual open flame. Mitchell was so taken by the sight, it took a moment for him to recognize the man next to it and Commander Belzen had not followed him and Ahmed in.

/Welcome Lord Calderon. I am Admiral Ernesto Hebe of Virgon, my Patron Lord of Kobol as you can see is Hestia. I wish to convey the 12 Colonies of Kobol come in peace and brotherhood. You are our kin and we hope and pray our reunion will lead to a new age of mutual prosperity and brotherhood. In accordance with this mission, I have been given negotiating power to seal trade deals and anti-piracy pacts. But I must make plain that all deals require you to agree to cease all research into true Artificial Intelligences, we made that mistake and were almost destroyed when our AI Robots rebelled just as much over religious differences as it was for their freedom./

/What? Robots can’t revolt, programming would prohibit it with a top down tree. And why would a Robot become religious?/ Mitchell asked in disbelief.

Admiral Hebe sighed, /We said the same thing right up till the Cylons announced Humanity had sinned against the One True God who promised them their freedom and evolution into organic beings if they rose up and punished us for our worship of false gods. We had made them fully bottom up learning beings with true sentience and sapience, with the ability to act on the intent of orders and to innovate and improvise based on the situation. Somewhere along the way, they became religious. Due to this, all computer research is strictly regulated./

/Wait, evolution into Organic Beings? None of that makes sense./ Mitchell spoke.

/You’re right, but the Cylons committed horrific experiments on Colonial Prisoners, both military and civilian, I have a full data file on my desk you can look at yourself. They were vivisecting people without anesthesia, testing female fertility and what ages a female can bear viable offspring and chances of survival, grafting human skin to their bodies to pass as human, and cloning human bodies and downloading themselves into the brain, and other horrors. They weren’t just trying to win freedom, but replace us, all in the name of their single god. It took 12 years of desperate combat and reintroduction of nuclear weapons after more than 35 years of their complete abolition in the colonies, before they agreed to an armistice. We haven’t seen or heard of them in little over 42 years./

/My god, if I accept all this as true, what the hell were you thinking?/ Mitchell asked.

/We considered ourselves an advanced culture and fell victim to our most human vices of all. Pride and hubris. And seven billion Colonials died for it. Because of this, we are giving you the complete history of the Cylons and our entire medical database with no strings attached./ Hebe spoke as he picked up a data packet and handed it to an open mouthed Mitchell.

Taking the data packet, Mitchell took a moment to settle down as the implications hit him. ‘WTF! They created a truly alien species as a slave race.’ /I see, and you’re sure they are gone?/

/We can’t be sure of anything. But, they have truly left the Galaxy as far as we can tell./

/Are you done frightening our guests dear or will you invite them in for dinner./ A woman in her late 20s spoke as she entered the foyer, /I, Anna, Sarah, and the girls are ready to eat./

Admiral Hebe looked chastened for the moment before nodding. /You’re right,/ Turning back to Mitchell, Hebe explained, /My second lesser wife Mary, who along with my Chief Wife Anna, and first lesser wife Sarah has accompanied me along with my young triplet daughters. My eldest son is stationed on Kobol currently as a Marine Captain and my six other sons are currently enrolled in the Virgon Royal Academy back on Virgon. I was fortunate that I could bring my wives and young daughters along on this trip./

/Three wives? I barely survive one, and it was a political marriage./ Mitchell remarked.

/Most Colonials are Monogamists, but Colonial Law recognizes multiple marriages, whether they be man and woman, man and man, woman and woman, or multiple partners all married to each other./ Hebe answered as he gestured for Mitchell and Ahmed to follow him.

Coming to a dining room, Mitchell took in the state dining table, a wall mounted projector screen showing some sort of children’s magical girl cartoon where she and her friends fought apparent robots, an intercom, and a giant mural showing what appeared to be double saucer craft in a planetary atmosphere dueling several ships that were clear predecessors to this ship. Next to it were several children’s drawings and a family photo of the Admiral with his wives and children. Three girls no more than 6 were waiting patiently for them to enter while an enlisted steward poured drinks. It struck Mitchell again that this was a spaceship with artificial gravity. There was no way he could have had a meal like this in zero g, even in a grav deck as the rings might have to be shut down at any given time and thus cause unsecured food and drinks to float around. This was utter luxury right here. To have this technology would vastly alter the tactical and strategic ability of his fleets.

“Ok Girls, I’m pausing Sailor Celestra now so we can eat.” Hebe’s Lesser Wife Sarah announced as she slid her fingers across a sheet of paper which then manifested holographic symbols in the Sumerian Alphabet he remembered in college. 

“Ah, but she and the Sailor Scouts are close to rescuing Admiral Sarkis aboard the Avalon,” The triplets spoke in unison.

“Battle of Avalon you say, well girls, this episode is of interest to me then because that was my first combat engagement, I even flew the Raptor that boarded it,” Admiral Hebe replied as he went to his chair.

“No war stories at the table Ernie,” Anna barked as she set down a hot tea kettle. “Girls after we eat, we will retire to the main room so your father can discuss business with his guests.” Anna further laid down the law as the steward brought in a cart with a roasted stuffed pig.

/Please sit down my friends, a good meal is a luxury one shouldn’t pass up./ Admiral Hebe spoke to Mitchell and Ahmed.

With a final glance at each other, Mitchell and Ahmed joined the Hebe Family for dinner. All throughout, Mitchell was struck by just how human these Colonials were, and regardless of their origins, they could be dropped into the Concordat and not stick out like a sore thumb. Anna was a straight up Housewife and Boss, ruling the table with an iron fist, a single glare from her was enough to even stop the Admiral from lighting a cigar at the table and get the triplets to stop playing with their food and eat. Mary was a primary school teacher on a leave of absence to travel with the Admiral. And Sarah the Triplets’ mother was an Ordained Priestess of Artemis, a Licensed Firearms, Archery, and Spear-fighting Instructor, a Lyre Player, Licensed Midwife, and a Conservationist. Truly she embodied the spirit of Artemis.

After an hour and a half of idle chatter as they ate, Anna stood up, kissed her husband on the cheek and stood by the door to the inner sanctum. That served as a cue for the others to do the same, and within 2 minutes, the ladies had left, the Admiral had lit a cigar and offered Mitchell and Ahmed one. Mitchell and Ahmed took up the offer. Being able to smoke aboard a ship was a luxury they could not have and only possible with the Colonials’ artificial gravity system. The Steward brought in Brandy and served them as the Admiral brought up a holomap of the Galaxy.

/Ok, on to business, the 12 Colonies are here,/ Admiral Hebe announced, marking a spot on the map, /Kobol is here./ This was also marked, indicating the Colonials were 4,000 light years from Earth, a good two and a half years of travel minimum, even if one knew exactly where to look. Realistically, the logistical issues would necessitate a mission time of 10 years due to microgravity issues, fuel, and the need to set up way stations. If one didn’t know where to look, only a general area, you could spend 50 years searching a box before finding them.

/How long did it take you travel here?/ Mitchell asked.     
 
/50 days to reach Kobol, 70 days to start finding outposts of Earth, we were slowed more by the need to deal with pirates, set up our FTL Communication Arrays…/

Mitchell and Ahmed both spewed out their Brandies. /FTL communication?/ Ahmed asked.

/Yes, it’s only 2 light years an hour and requires relay stations, so…/

/What do you want for this technology as well as Artificial Gravity and your fighter sized jump drives?/ Mitchell asked, cutting off the Admiral. If he could get a good deal on this, a squadron of FTL capable Tigress Patrol Craft could launch long range nuclear strikes at Inner Sphere Dock Yards and Way Stations and completely paralyze their movements and even deliver special assault teams to planets. In his mind, he could see his Nation’s Tigress operating alongside the Colonial’s Medium Fighters, which he needed to get licensing rights to as well and build a dedicated attack variant of, and completely upsetting the balance of power. With no need to ferry dropships, his warships could add more armor and weapons, and with no need for grav decks, again more armor and weapons.

Admiral Hebe smiled, /Well a direct sale of our Jump Drives won’t work as despite similarities, they have different operating principles and use different fuels. I currently understand you use element 32 alloyed with element 22 to create wormhole. We use element 117 which is found in mineral form near stellar formations and supernova remains and we name it Tylium./

Mitchell’s jaw dropped for a moment. /You can create stable atoms of super heavy elements?/

/Not Tylium, we simply can’t build a reactor big enough or replicate in a small scale the forces involved, but elements 108 to 179 are able to be manipulated by us in stable forms for industrial applications and elements 180 to 193 are produced in stable atoms in labs, while 194 to 289 plus 312 are known to us but unable to be made into stable atoms even in a lab./ Admiral Hebe replied, /But getting back to your original question, depends on the level of relations we develop. Beta Salandor for example signed the Articles of Colonization and has sent a representative to the Quorum and will have full technological access, while Dyart has only signed a trade deal and thus will get our FTL and Artificial Gravity Tech plus 12 Adamant Frigates and 4 Minotaur Gunships to patrol their system and four Medieval protectorate worlds. Other worlds we are more circumspect with till the political situation on them changes./

/What are we talking here so I can present it to my mother so she can present it to our Parliament./

/Well if you sign the articles of colonization, you will be able to send a representative to the Quorum and have full technology access, and be part of a Federal Government, but given your size from what information we received from Beta Salandor, that may not work out. However, a trade agreement in which you give us mining concessions on Tylium, we’ll trade you artificial gravity, our FTL system, and even sell you older warships from our reserves or even the blue prints. We, however, are not yet ready to make political alliances. Not till we see for ourselves the situation in the so-called inner sphere./

/Fair enough Admiral. Fair warning, the Star League is led by man-child with delusions of grandeur, don’t say I didn’t warn you./

/I’ll take that under advisement. That said, we should be ready to jump in 3 hours once the cleanup is done outside, our jump drives can sustain rapid jumps within minutes during emergency situations./ Admiral Hebe announced as he took a sip of Brandy.

 /And you need me to announce you as friendlies. Very well. I’ll give your navigator the coordinates for the Lebrange Muster Grounds. From there, I can take a Jumpship to my Homeworld with your Ambassador and we can set up Diplomatic Arrangements. You can even meet with the Canopian Ambassador and Federated Suns Envoy, though I recommend you don’t meet the latter aboard this ship. At least not yet./ Mitchell answered.

/Fair enough, let us go to my office, and Captain Gaeta can upload the data./

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Re: So Say We All (A nuBSG/BT Crossover)
« Reply #14 on: 28 June 2020, 23:02:47 »
what happened to Adama and Tigh in this fic. also you list Adama as an Admiral what caused him to be promoted?

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Re: So Say We All (A nuBSG/BT Crossover)
« Reply #15 on: 29 June 2020, 02:38:36 »
what happened to Adama and Tigh in this fic. also you list Adama as an Admiral what caused him to be promoted?

Tigh never made it to the Colonies. Clothos seized control of the Cylons and convinced them that Humanity had been punished enough and led them out of the Galaxy to complete their evolution as organic beings. If I do bring them in later, they are pure fridge horror.

Adama served honorably and ended his career on the Galactica before retiring as a Rear Admiral and becoming its Curator, bringing Starbuck with him as she wouldn't last without him covering for her. Galactica itself sits in orbit of Caprica. No disastrous recon mission means his career didn't stall.

Cally was honorably discharged and is in dental school which OTL didn't happen due to the Cylon Attack. She will show up later as an Ensign assigned to Galactica's Dental Department.

Helo is still in the fleet and Apollo is a Squadron Leader and on the short list for promotion to Major and becoming Deputy CAG of 1st Air Group. No fall means neither are on a fast promotion track. Gaeta is a Staff Officer being groomed to take command of a Hesperus Corvette which is visually similar to the Frigate except it has no hangar bays and instead has more missile launchers and uprated engines. If you played Deadlock, just imagine a Manticore, but a third the size and used in the same way and being cheaper to build.

Raptors will be licensed built by the both the Canopians and Taurians. However, the Taurians do not see a role for light fighters, and arguably they are correct, so they won't be using Vipers. The Canopians will adopt Vipers, but develop their own light fighter to replace it.

A lot of Deadlock ships will make appearances either coming from reserve stocks or being built. The Taurians for example will gladly embrace the Adamant-class Frigate and use them as squadron flagships for Concordat II-class Frigates (retrofitted with colonial technology).

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Re: So Say We All (A nuBSG/BT Crossover)
« Reply #16 on: 30 June 2020, 23:41:41 »
Fielding some ideals here. Despite what the Colonials say, the Taurians will keep NPPCs for a while longer, though they will ditch Lasers.

Over the next 2 years, they will be producing Concordat II-class Frigates. Without the need for grav decks or solar sails, Taurian Scientists will instead turn what was the Grav Decks into a massive radiator for the spinal mounted Mega NPPC they will develop. The rest of its armament would be purely defensive 32 105mm auto-cannons for taking out dropships and 32 LRM-15s for anti-fighter work. It would carry four Tigress assault boats and four cargo shuttles. It will also delete the docking collars.

This is a pure capital ship killer and packs enough heat and firing rate to make the Colonials eat their words on NPPCs being useless up to a point. However, in a pro-longed engagement with battle damage mounting, it becomes dangerous to fire the weapon, which proves the Colonials Wisdom to use pure kinetics. The surviving ships are withdrawn after 3 years of combat and overhauled to CIII configuration.

Concordat III-class dispenses with docking collars and the grav decks and re-arms it with Colonial Weapons. The NAC 20s are kept but use superior Colonial Ammunition, enabling it to have an explosive core and detonate inside a ship upon penetration. This factor proving a nasty shock to the Federated Suns later.  All the lasers are omitted. Replacing them are 32 89mm autocannons and 16 125mm autocannons to create a heavy flak field hazardous to Aerospace Fighters and engage Dropships and Assault Boats. The LRM-15 batteries are kept and receive Colonial Missiles.

Adamant-class Mk.7 Frigates. 20 are handed over to the Taurians and they build 40 more themselves. Each Adamant is made a Flotilla Flagship for 6 Concordat Frigates and provides them with fighter support.

Winchester-class Cruisers are deemed too obsolete to upgrade and are replaced by Berserk-class Assault Carriers on a 1-to-1 basis. Instead, the Winchesters have all their weapons stripped, more armor plated on, artificial gravity added, and a purely defensive armament installed to turn them into armored planetary assault transports to deliver a Mechanized Brigade and its supplies directly to the surface of a Planet.

Wagon Wheels: Even the Taurian Admiralty hated them. They are relegated to transport duties and rear area security and replaced by Valkyrie-class Battlestars from the Colonial Reserves. Being placed in command of a Wagon-wheel and/or serving on it is considered a punishment and a last chance of redemption.

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Re: So Say We All (A nuBSG/BT Crossover)
« Reply #17 on: 05 July 2020, 00:31:28 »
Honestly my one major complaint with this story is that you are acting like the Colonial tech is across the board superior. I honestly doubt that for one thing the one advantage of energy weapons are that they are longer ranged and lack storage requirements of kinetic weaponry meaning lasers and particle beams do have a place in combat. Also the periphery and star leaugue member states at this point use fusion power which is superior to Tylium in both energy generation and logistics not needing to refine Tylium instead using hydrogen the most common element in the universe and something that can be obtained by cracking water into oxygen and hydrogen. Yes their sublight engines, artificial gravity, jump drives, arguably their computer technology since they developed full AI, and possible even neural interface technology are superior but that is not every field of science. Even if it was true the League is massive enough that the individually inferior industry of the member states can at the worst equal the admittedly impressive industry of the Colonies. Remember the Inner Sphere population by this time is spread over 1,000+ worlds even without the mass use of terraforming during the Star League with a population of over a trillion possible far more then a trillion. While the Colonies can make it expensive enough that their is no willingness to conquer the Periphery after an expensive war I doubt they can actually conquer the Inner Sphere. I would also expect the Star League to close the technology gap and possibly develop tech the Colonies never see coming since if nothing else it makes for a boring story when the protagonist can win without any difficulty.

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Re: So Say We All (A nuBSG/BT Crossover)
« Reply #18 on: 05 July 2020, 03:24:18 »
Honestly my one major complaint with this story is that you are acting like the Colonial tech is across the board superior.

Because it is. Has been since the miniseries. No Battletech Faction can fly a Warship of any type into a Gas Giant and do an in-atmospheric jump. Also per Deadlock, Galactica actually plunged into the Phoebian Ocean of Caprica and was submerged for a few years before being fished out and overhauled on the Caprican Surface before lifting off on its main power. Right off the back this means Galactica  has higher G tolerance than any ship in Battletech and far exceeds the toughness of any BT ship. It did after all survive a colossal misjump that broke its back, but was still able to move at combat speed.

The Colonials are the recipients of an Ancient Advanced Culture's scientific knowledge in void faring and void warfare.

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I honestly doubt that for one thing the one advantage of energy weapons are that they are longer ranged and lack storage requirements of kinetic weaponry meaning lasers and particle beams do have a place in combat.


Colonial Ships tank nukes and sustained kiloton+ force impacts, plus atmospheric entries of Gas Giants, as well as intense stellar radiation fields that visibly scorched civilian ships. A laser which has no mass, has to first overcome stellar debris and a large flak field before it even hits the hull, won't even be noticed. In fact it's worse than useless. And if you are messing around with magnetically bottling plasma, then you don't need plasma, just use the magnetic bottling to hurl antimatter weaponry or you are wasting energy which produces heat.

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Also the periphery and star leaugue member states at this point use fusion power which is superior to Tylium in both energy generation and logistics not needing to refine Tylium instead using hydrogen the most common element in the universe and something that can be obtained by cracking water into oxygen and hydrogen.

Tylium is relatively rare, not actually rare, there is a difference in how those terms are used. That said, Tylium provides 81% of the energy of nuclear fusion while being far safer and more compact to use and more environmentally friendly. That and the bills to run those Kobol Formers just to fix the environmental damage caused by Galactica crashing into an ocean alone must be pretty hefty. Just going by the dialogue from Resurrection. 

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Yes their sublight engines, artificial gravity, jump drives, arguably their computer technology since they developed full AI, and possible even neural interface technology are superior but that is not every field of science. Even if it was true the League is massive enough that the individually inferior industry of the member states can at the worst equal the admittedly impressive industry of the Colonies.


That only works if both sides are operating from the same general technological/knowledge base. That is not the case here, which is why crossovers of these Scifi Franchises typically fail. The technological mismatch is simply too great. Which is why this story is character driven and not action driven.

The problem for the Star League is Ian Cameron can't keep his mouth shut and let his wife do the talking and Shandra is too blinded by her love for Ian to take him to task over his flaws and beat him in line. So Ian is going to burn bridges with the Colonials who have no designs on the Inner Sphere. Then he will rescind the Ares Conventions which will result in the Colonials openly backing the Periphery. The Pollux Proclamation and subsequent atrocities against Civilians brings the Colonials in as direct combatants and they promptly teach the Inner Sphere that picking fights with people who have a Void Faring History that is thousands of years old and a knowledge base gifted to them by an Ancient Advanced Culture is not a smart ideal.


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Re: So Say We All (A nuBSG/BT Crossover)
« Reply #19 on: 05 July 2020, 06:47:27 »
Setting aside my utter disagreement with the technology level you're attributing to the Colonials, which I don't feel the need to rehash again, the problem with the one-sided curb stomp you're writing towards is that it's uninteresting.  One-sided beatdowns like that usually are.

Compare instead the other BSG/BT stories that have been done, where technology is on a closer parity, where each side has their strengths and weaknesses, and where, when there's conflict, it's about each side trying to make the most of their strengths and exploit the other side's weaknesses.  Heck, look at some of the more prominent BSG/Trek stories out there, that do the same.

None of that is occurring here because, in the end, you've given one side no appreciable weaknesses, whether technological, doctrinal or cultural, ensured that weaknesses they did have canonically got paved over, and then decided that none of the other side's strengths matter in the end.  That doesn't make for a compelling read.
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Re: So Say We All (A nuBSG/BT Crossover)
« Reply #20 on: 05 July 2020, 07:25:07 »
underscoring Gio's point here, one of the fundamental rules of heroic fiction:

"It ain't Heroic, if it's EASY."

this then means, if you're going to pave over the weaknesses and ignore the strengths like you have (I won't quote your entire response to sciencefictionfan, one wall of text on one of my posts is entirely enough), then to be exciting, adventurous or engaging, your Point of View has to be on the side you're handicapping, not the side you're boosting.

the alternative, is to have the one-sided curb-stomp be the 'sideshow', with some basic conflict INSIDE the faction you're overpowering being the 'real' conflict in the story.

I'm probably the worst violator with regards to bland plots here.  but even I recognize that the measure of a heroic protagonist is the antagonist they're up against-this is why most of the time, I write my Clanner Crusaders as intelligent, with deeper goals that "Rawr!! me have bigger gunz!"

(Elizabeth Ngo is steamroller enough, honestly.  frikking marysue at times, I often have to 'watch it' with her.)

there are more than physical conflicts you can use.

Moral conflict-the difference between good intentions and good outcomes.  Good People are some of the worst for doing mind-numbing evil shit for 'the right reasons'.  This can offset power differentials and humanize a conflict.

Social Conflict-your hero might have the capability to do amazing shit, but lack the backing, or have to fight to get it.  an easily won battle can be lost because the good guys can't get their shit together until the climax of the story, because of internal resistance, this can be political opposition in the Council of 12, or it could be opposition to involvement from isolationists, or it can be different interpretations of 'what does good mean?' (Which goes back to the 'moral conflict' listed above).

Logistical Challenges/Man Vs. Nature:  Your tech might be grossly higher, but what if there is no Tyllium to find in this end of the galaxy?  Or if it's astonishingly rare in this end of the galaxy?  Now you have a supply line to defend, and prospecting expeditions to protect.  even if the rest of the fight is a roflstomp, there are still issues, including keeping forces out 'past bedtime' with dwindling supply stocks.

and so on.

what you've got, is a one dimensional baddie (Ian Cameron) with no redeeming qualities whatsoever, and a godlike superiority with your version of the Colonials that kind of works against the story you're telling, because...well, your villains suck and your heroes are too perfect.  There is nothing to make the readers CARE what your outcome is, and no reason for them to invest in the plot or storyline.

Challenge makes good stories.  nobody really cares about the match you played where you took down the entire enemy force without a scratch because you had Clantech but didn't bother with Zell and he had 3025 and was balanced by tonnage.  that's the kind of fight nobody gives a shit about.

Flip side, is when you sit down at the table, and take that 3025 force and barely eke out a retreat or barely make the objective, or barely win the battle. THOSE stories are the ones you can tell that will have the people at the convention nodding their heads and engaging with suggestions on how you could've done it, or done it better, but more important, those are the fights players remember and repeat second and third hand, because there was excitement and drama.

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Re: So Say We All (A nuBSG/BT Crossover)
« Reply #21 on: 11 July 2020, 03:52:03 »
Lebrange Muster Grounds

Mitchell watched as the Colonial Lieutenant Marian Orion took a glowing Jump Key from a combination safe that had two heavily armed marines guarding it. Admiral Hebe and Commander Belzen stood at their respective command stations. Only those operating actual terminals had seats which weren’t secured and had no buckles, and this despite the ship currently making a 5g turn as it prepped to jump. In fact this entire procedure was just casual unlike how he knew it to be, with everyone strapping in, and everything being secured. Not here, Belzen continued to sip his coffee and do paperwork, the Admiral conversed with Colonel Spencer, while Colonel Verna, the XO, monitored a Tactical Screen.

‘Even with Artificial Gravity, I’m not giving up a command chair on my ships with a seat belt, let the Colonials play macho.’ Mitchell thought as he observed the CIC which was buried in the hull with no outside view, which he had to admit, made sense. The Colonials had a hard time fathoming how they survived naval fights with exposed bridges.

Marian picked up the speaker phone and announced, “Jump in 10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1, Jump,” The last accompanied by a turning of the key and there was a sudden distortion that was palpably felt throughout the ship.

“Jump complete, reading multiple contacts at 2-4-5 carom 9-8-0.” Colonel Verna announced.

“Receiving challenge codes, sending back the codes and opening up an open mic per request.” Petty Officer Jessica Mallam announced.

/You’re on,/ Admiral Hebe spoke as he turned to Mitchell.

/Thank you Admiral. I’ll get the welcome mat rolled out./ Mitchell responded as a familiar voice spoke out.

“Lord Calderon. Send voice confirmation.”

“Marshal Regulus, salutations. Cracken 3-4-5-6, Delta, Green.”

“Salutations Lord Calderon. When the Civilians jumped in, we feared the worse.” Marshal Regulus relieved voice spoke from his Snowden-class Station modified for use as a Command Station for 4 others and the attached Shipyards which were constructing new ships in Geosynchronous Orbit of the Gas Giant Lebrange and its 109 mineral rich moons in the Badlands Cluster. The Dradis showed 4 Wagon Wheel Frigates, 14 Concordats, 3 Winchesters, and 5 Darts. 56 Dropships and 20 Jumpships were also present. This was the fleet he ordered to mass 5 weeks ago for a show of force along the borders.

“These Colonials are alright, as soon as our people are aboard, I will be departing to the Capital and need a ship ready to jump.”

“It will be done my Lord. And my Lord, I wish to speak with you in person, not over this open channel.”

“Certainly, I will be aboard in about 3 hours.”

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Banshee Division took formation around the Tigress ferrying Mitchell back to the Lebrange HQ. The Colonial Vipers pulled back at this juncture, performing their 30g back flips that gave inertia the finger, without turning them to red paste, and taking off in all of 1 second. Delta Division maintained formation with the Tigress as the Colonials handed off.

“How the hell did they pull that off?” Air Chief Callandra asked aloud from her pilot seat as she watched the Colonial Maneuver.

“You and me ma’am, they just gave inertia the finger.” Force Sergeant Karen agreed from her Copilot Chair.

“Inertial Compensators, and the Colonials have artificial gravity and access to technology gifted to them by an Ancient Advanced Culture thousands of years ago. Things are going to change soon and this ship itself you’re flying will even get an FTL drive if we play our cards right.” Mitchell spoke.

“Are you shitting us Lord Calderon?” Section Leader James asked from his weapons station while Corporal Henderson floated above him as he fixed a faulty wire.

“I concur Lord Calderon. When I landed on their deck, it was magnetized, but otherwise Zero Grav with several of their crew doing floating work as you walked across the deck to us.” Callandra spoke.

Mitchell grinned, “Well you’re in for a surprise soon. Soon we’ll have a trade and defense deal that will guarantee our security for generations and all we have to do is let the Innies be Innies and shoot themselves in the head.”

“Would certainly make our lives easier, that’s for sure.” Callandra stated as she ran through her deceleration checklist to ensure they didn’t splat themselves on docking.

Within 5 minutes, the Tigress was docked, and 4 minutes later, the hazard lights stopped flashing and the bay repressurized. Wasting no time, Mitchell floated off in zero g to the hatchway to the main part of the station. Returning the salute of the Honor Guard, Mitchell made his way via the mechanized handrails to the grav deck, glancing at all the signs reminding people not to smoke and reminding ladies that wearing skirts in zero g was a perv’s dream. Upon transferring into the grav deck, Mitchell felt relief to have his feet planted and looked forward to purchasing artificial gravity from the Colonials.

Arriving at the Marshal’s Office, Mitchell returned the Salutes of the Honor Guards who then opened the hatch for him. Stepping into the office, Mitchell was taken back to see Father Coram in the office and Chancellor Valerie Mare also present alongside a film crew. Given her pregnancy, Valerie shouldn’t have even attempted the trip here and was in a medical chair designed for those who had to make emergency space flights while pregnant.

“Lord Mitchell Calderon, please place your left hand on the Constitution and make your Oath of Office.” Valerie informed him in sadness while Father Coram offered the actual constitution on her behalf.

Mitchell’s heart sank and he felt as if someone had hit him with a sledgehammer. But years of hardships and self-discipline held him steady as he placed his hands on the Taurian Constitution in its protective lamination since 2335 when it was finalized and signed by his Ancestor Richard Calderon and 17 others.

“Will you solemnly promise and swear to govern the Peoples of the Taurian Concordat according to their respective laws and customs?” Valerie asked.

“I solemnly swear to do so till my last dying breath.” Mitchell answered.

Valerie started to speak, but stopped and gasped for a few moments as her maternity dress became stained. “Sorry Lord Calderon, but we need to hurry this up.” Valerie gasped in pain. “Will you to your power cause Law and Justice, in Mercy, to be executed in all your judgments?”

“I will even at the cost of my life.” Mitchell answered while Marshal Regulus called for the attending physician.

“Will you to the utmost of your power maintain the Laws of the Realm as enacted by Parliament and heed the wisdom of the Elders?” Valerie gasped out the last part.

“All this I promise to do. The things which I have here before promised, I will perform, and keep. Even unto death, so help me Divine above who sees all.” Mitchell completed the ceremony as the attending physician entered.

 “I will leave you and Father Coram for now Lord Protector, take your time.” Marshal Regulus stated as he helped to wheel Valerie, who was also his daughter, out of the office to deliver her fifth child. The Film Crew followed.

Numb, Lord Protector Mitchell Calderon sat on a nearby couch. Placing the constitution in a secured briefcase, Father Coram sat next to Mitchell. A childhood friend of his mother, Father Coram had been the Calderon Family’s confessor and confidante for 57 years, longer than the 48-year-old Mitchell had been alive.

“How did she die,” Mitchell enquired.

“An embolism developed and escaped notice. She, I and Anna were talking when the embolism hit her heart.” Father Coram explained to him.

“I need to depart to Taurus right away.”

Father Coram placed his hand on Mitchell’s shoulder. “You mustn’t forget to grieve my son. Being Protector is a hard job, but you don’t have to do it all alone, and in the end you’re only a mortal man. You need to eat, sleep, and take time for pleasure activities.”

A year fell down Mitchell’s face as Father Coram embraced him. “Father,” Mitchell didn’t finish and began weeping for his mother and his failure to be there for her.


AN: If you're looking for fast action. This is not the fic for you. This is a character driven story taking place shortly after the Malagrotta Affair and Caterina Calderon's death. It takes quite a while outside of piracy patrols for any major fights to occur. A lot of political ground work still has to go through before the Reunification War even kicks off in 2 and a half years and it takes 2 years before the Colonials enter as direct combatants. 
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Re: So Say We All (A nuBSG/BT Crossover)
« Reply #22 on: 11 July 2020, 04:10:04 »
"It ain't Heroic, if it's EASY."

War is hell, and there is nothing Heroic about it. Your average soldier has no clue what is going on and gets wiped out at the push of a button without any chance to fight back.

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this then means, if you're going to pave over the weaknesses and ignore the strengths like you have (I won't quote your entire response to sciencefictionfan, one wall of text on one of my posts is entirely enough), then to be exciting, adventurous or engaging, your Point of View has to be on the side you're handicapping, not the side you're boosting.

True and I'll get to the other side soon as FedSun Intelligence gets wind of the Colonials, but not the Context.


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I'm probably the worst violator with regards to bland plots here.  but even I recognize that the measure of a heroic protagonist is the antagonist they're up against-this is why most of the time, I write my Clanner Crusaders as intelligent, with deeper goals that "Rawr!! me have bigger gunz!"

Real Life doesn't work that way and historically people have indeed been that stupid with high learning curves. And bigger gunz don't work if your opponent refuses to surrender and sucks you into endless conflict. A factor that forces the Kobolian Alliance to over go for critical worlds that produce critical war materials in their drive for Terra while bypassing everything else. Because taking a planet that fights it out is manpower intensive and to be avoid unless absolutely necessary.

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Re: So Say We All (A nuBSG/BT Crossover)
« Reply #23 on: 11 July 2020, 09:23:12 »
War is hell, and there is nothing Heroic about it. Your average soldier has no clue what is going on and gets wiped out at the push of a button without any chance to fight back.

True and I'll get to the other side soon as FedSun Intelligence gets wind of the Colonials, but not the Context.


Real Life doesn't work that way and historically people have indeed been that stupid with high learning curves. And bigger gunz don't work if your opponent refuses to surrender and sucks you into endless conflict. A factor that forces the Kobolian Alliance to over go for critical worlds that produce critical war materials in their drive for Terra while bypassing everything else. Because taking a planet that fights it out is manpower intensive and to be avoid unless absolutely necessary.

and you're still missing the point: this isn't about an academic analysis of real-life historical battles, you're writing heroic fiction-only your heroes end up being boring because you've basically slanted the entire situation so far the outcome is predetermined, and the villains are absolutely one-note cardboard popups, so there's no drama there either.

Basically lots of boring fanwank instead of engaging story, but even if you want to go with historical wars, things at the ending rarely resemble projections at the beginning, just look at oh...every war since 1850 or so.  Yeah, there are plenty of one-sided stomps, but if you ran projections in 1859 as to who would win the American Civil war, most likely your statisticians would give it to the Confederacy in under two years, if you ran projections in 1914, nobody would have credited the probability of the hells on the eastern or western front without future knowledge, nor would anyone have expected the United States to enter the war at all and it was an even split whether the U.S. would come in on the side of Germany or Britain until 1915.

Then there's the whole mess in WWII, which saw a technologically superior Axis in 1939, which held ON to that tech advantage until 1944, and still lost-their high tech becoming spoils of war for the winners they attacked.

so, y'know, your position there is also untenable.

but hey, do it your way, I'm done.
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Re: So Say We All (A nuBSG/BT Crossover)
« Reply #24 on: 12 July 2020, 00:41:19 »
Then there's the whole mess in WWII, which saw a technologically superior Axis in 1939, which held ON to that tech advantage until 1944, and still lost-their high tech becoming spoils of war for the winners they attacked.
I believe the biggest exception when it comes to Axis technical superiority is radar and their derivatives, such as VT shells.
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Re: So Say We All (A nuBSG/BT Crossover)
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« Reply #26 on: 28 August 2020, 17:11:27 »
I believe the biggest exception when it comes to Axis technical superiority is radar and their derivatives, such as VT shells.

Its more nuance than that. Germany's main advantages were better organization, more firepower at squad, platoon, company, battalion, and regimental levels of organization married to a good communications network and a balanced logistical organization. They were neither too front or back heavy. And this is being simplified as there is more to it, read Nigel Askey's works.

The Soviets got mauled because they were too front heavy, turning over truck and train production lines to making tanks which meant they were dependent on lend lease trucks and trains to launch offensives. This in turn meant they could not sustain momentum once they made a breakthrough and had to rebuild their truck fleets after each major offensive. As above, there is more to it, but read Nigel Askey's works.

The Allied Problem was being too back heavy.

They were never short of weapons, but trained Infantry was in short supply and they never got the right balance in AFVs till the war was almost over.

Theoretically the British Empire should have been able to win the war easily by itself due to its vast empire, but because of its inherent and systematic racism, it wasn't able to generate the combat power needed.Its a damning indictment that America with 1/3rd the population of India at that time, put 5 times more men under arms than India could put in the field because Britain de-industrialized India.

America's main problem was infighting between Generals, Prima Donnas throwing hissy fits if they didn't get their way, and disregarding intelligence they didn't gather themselves. Thus the easily fixed problems with the Sherman didn't get fixed till the war was almost over, necessitating the Allies to use massive bombardments to make breakthroughs and being unable to operationally bag large numbers of German Troops till they had breached the Siegfried Line.

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Lord Protector

‘My office now,’ Mitchell thought as he picked up a framed picture of him and his elder brother fishing with their mother. There were no pictures of their father and his mother Caterina swore all others to silence about him. A secret that they would take to the grave.

Setting the picture down, Mitchell went over the papers on his desk. 80% of it was housekeeping such as approving Comptroller Argek Macintis’ promotion to Marshal and granting Marshal Valerie Donger honorable retirement after an unprecedented 70 years of service. One was a death sentence he approved for a man who raped three boys and then burned them alive and recorded it. Three Commutations for model prisoners who had shown reform and remorse for their crimes were approved. He pardoned a woman, whom prosecutors continued to fight against new video evidence that had exonerated her, and ordered an inquiry into the prosecutors’ conduct. Corporal Anna Osaka was approved for the Concordat Sunburst for single handedly destroying five bandit Mechs on Sterope while on foot with LAWs, and he ordered her promoted two grades in rank to Force Sergeant. Lastly was the budget sent by Parliament which he signed.

Leaning back, Mitchell brought his briefcase up and pulled out the Colonials’ Proposals. He would have to meet with his Cabinet, and Valerie would need to arrange a session of Parliament-in-camera till he was ready to brief the Public on the Colonials.

“Lord Protector, your wife is here.” Chief Warder Collins announced over the intercom.

“Let Anna in,” Mitchell replied as he stood up.   

“Mitchell, I came as soon as I got your text.” Anna announced as she embraced him. “Fred has the twins currently, even Marantha and her husband Peter are with him along with our two grandkids. Fred sends his love and asks you to come to his gardens.”

“I’m afraid I can’t. We made contact with the Mysterious Colonials.”

Anna stood back, “Are we at war?”

“No, they come in peace. Geneticists are poring over their DNA and tearing their hairs out. But it appears they are indeed humans who independently evolved on another world and at some point before the Bronze Age Collapse, they intermixed with us on Earth via an Ancient Advanced Culture before suffering a catastrophe little over 2,000 years ago that forced them to settle their current homeworlds.”

“Are you shitting me Mitchell, you know I’m a Historian on top of a Robotics Engineer.” Anna replied as she crossed her arms.

“Speaking of the latter they built bottom up AIs that rebelled against them…” Mitchell stopped at his wife’s glare.

“It’s impossible to build bottom up AIs. And it’s impossible for AIs to rebel.” Anna ground out. 

Mitchell by way of answer handed her the Colonial History, “There is enough in here to indicate they are telling the truth and once I meet with Parliament, I will be shutting down all AI research and development.”

“For what? Even if I accept this as true, then the Colonials are incompetent at programming safeguards.” Anna argued.

“Artificial Gravity and Inertial Compensators and Jump Engines that work in even planetary atmospheres. Plus license to build several ships up to 2000m range and a gift of 6 1200m Minotaur-class Gunships and 3 1440m Jupiter-class Mk IIB Battlestars, giving us battleship tonnage for the first time.”

Anna stared at him for a moment. “Have you been drinking?”

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April 21st, 2574

Anna gasped at the sudden realization of gravity aboard the gifted Jupiter-class Battlestar as they stepped aboard. Chancellor Valerie deliberately dropped a pen and gasped as it hit the ground. Marshal Derek Cranson of the TDN remained stoic, calmly analyzing the situation. Defense Minister Yui Everson dropped her jaw. And Parliament Speaker Greg Maykop, a political thorn-in-his-side, just calmly pulled out a cigar and lit it. Father Coram remained serene and calm.

“Lord Protector, the Pride of Taurus is fully operational, the Colonials informed us that although they don’t use energy weapons, it shouldn’t be a problem to retrofit our weapons on.” Space Master Saladin spoke while working on his tablet.

“Go over the current weapons fit and your plans.” Mitchell ordered.

“Well the ship is well balanced when you take its capabilities into account. It has 80 2.5m guns in 40 double-barrel turrets. 18 are on the dorsal spine, 8 on the ventral spine, and 8 double-barrel turrets are under the alligator head and six on top. 20 nuclear missile silos can be placed just behind the bow head but we have to remove two of the turrets or repurpose the Viper Launch Tubes which I favor as we don’t use light fighters and the Raptors we received fit better with our ASF doctrine. Otherwise missile launch tubes are on the port and starboard of the Alligator head just behind the bow thrusters. 800 137mm point defense guns in 400 dual mounts round out its firepower. With 1,867,159 tons of cargo capacity it can sustain heavy combat for a week. I intend to retain the current point defense armament due to its flak capabilities, but will test out adding Heavy NPPCs.”

“Heat issues, Shipmaster?” Marshal Cranson asked.

“Well sir, this ship has tremendous heat dispersion capabilities. We could throw 80 dual-barrel-turret Heavy NPPCs in place of their NAC equivalents and fire them continuously for days without issue. Hell the hull is practically immune to lasers and known Heavy NPPC models don’t cycle fast enough to burn through the hull before the ship has rolled to present fresh armor plate.” The Shipmaster replied.     

“That is because we can’t cycle them faster due to heat issues, but as you imply, this ship can roll easily in any orientation without regard to inertia and heat isn’t an issue. Which means you can bring 24 HNPPCs to bear from the dorsal aspect easily and concentrate them into a small area. The combined heat from the convergence would burn through the flak field easily and be equivalent to hitting a ship with a 1 megaton ton nuke every 3 seconds.” Marshal Cranson spoke as he did all the calculations in his mind.

“Which begs the question why the Colonials never went that route,” Anna stated.

“Because they can fire dial-a-yield nuclear shells up to 1 megaton from their main guns if necessary and possess bigger bangs than we do with their anti-planetary missiles packing dial-a-yield up to one teraton warheads. They can literally blow atmospheres off of terrestrial planets with enough ships and done it to several of their Frontier Colonies. The limiting factor is how much the other side can retaliate in kind, whether you want a world intact, and whether one trusts the commanders not to abuse such power.” Mitchell answered, causing jaws to drop.

“And they come in peace you say.” Marshal Cranson spoke.

“They have a vastly bigger industrial base than the Inner Sphere, and control 2,000 cubic light years of space with a central double binary system of ~30 billion containing the bulk of their industry. By their own admission, they don’t keep accurate census of their frontier colonies, majority of which are on otherwise uninhabitable worlds and consist of people only nominally under their jurisdiction. If they wanted war, their technology renders us completely irrelevant.” Mitchell answered as he took out a cigar, much to his wife’s visible annoyance.

“So they truly want allies and trade partners?” Valerie asked just to clarify.

“Indeed, they are even conceding to us everything to the borders of Orion Rift as our territorial space which they won’t bring their warships in without our permission and will pay royalties for mining minerals from.” Mitchell replied as they walked down the corridors.

“Mitchell, if the Inner Sphere gets this technology…”

“Anna we both know they will shoot themselves in their feet.”

……………………………..

First Prince Alexander Davion stared at the intelligence brought before him. Rumors had been swirling for weeks about a new power in the Deep Periphery. The Taurians had definitely been spooked and were sending a large amount of ships to their rimward borders till about a week ago. Then all a sudden they had 9 Battleship-tonnage ships.

“As things stand, we can’t see any grav decks aboard these vessels and the way they are designed, precludes them due to the spacing of the weapons. They didn’t deploy any sails, we don’t see any heat sinks, or visible bridges, or sensors. The seals on their top portions and markings indicate these were gifted to them and the TDN is busy replacing the markings and stripping out the main batteries for NPPCs. We have another trade convoy heading out in a week and I am assigning more intelligence operatives to it to assist our envoy in finding out who these Colonials are.” Vice Admiral Karen Mylar spoke as she went through the slides.

The First Prince nodded assent, “Have copies of this sent to the First Lord and other houses. Admiral Stanforth, bring the Fleet to full readiness and reinforce the border with the Concordat.”

“I will have the orders sent out in an hour via our fast couriers. Admiral Howard, will your Fleet join with our Carrier Division to form a Hunter-Killer Group to take down those battleships?”

“I would be honored to join your carriers. With my 6 Farraguts and 10 refurbished Aegis-class Cruisers, we can provide the big guns while your 6 New Syrtis-class Carriers cover us. Those Battleships won’t know what hit them. We can discuss the specifics aboard the Righteous Justice.” The Star League Admiral responded enthusiastically.

“That’s settled then and I will leave the specifics to you two. Field Marshal Crask, have the reserves on the border of the Concordat called up, and double the draft for this fiscal year to provide replacements. However, don’t move ground reinforcements in just yet. Not till we get more Naval Reinforcements from the Star League to escort the convoys.” Alexander ordered as he pulled out another briefing sheet.

“It will be done First Prince. Permission to bring the planetary defenses up to full readiness.”

Alexander smiled, “Unless they can jump into atmospheres, that won’t be necessary as we’ll have 4 hours notice even if they entered the closest pirate point. But do run readiness drills on a rotational basis to make sure they are operating correctly.”

“Very good my Prince.”

…………………………….

Sitting at the briefing table with his counterpart from the AFFS, Admiral Stanforth, Admiral Howard got down to business. “We both know those battleships represent a dangerous development to the balance of power.”

Admiral Stanforth nodded, “We need to create an incident justifying a war and find out who these Colonials are and where they are so they can be crushed. They most likely are just beyond Lamda Orionis. A long trek, but doable. Has to be doable, it’s the wild west out there and it can be years before we hear a peep from that area. For all we know, the Colonials could be building a large fleet with which to sail on Terra.”

“I agree my friend, but the main stumbling block is communications. It always is communications. Any expedition into the periphery will be far from support, necessitating us to build depots along the way. We could spend 20 years pushing on Beta Salandor and Lambda Orionis, slowed more by distance than resistance. Which means the Colonials likely have a series of depots set up and the Taurians are only appearing frightened to hide they already have an Alliance and have had one for years.”

“Then we’re agreed on the need to provoke a war?”

“Yes, before the Taurians get more reinforcements and to test out the capabilities of those warships before a main force battle ensues. We should start by trying to ambush one of those ships and push it against a gravity well. We then disable it and board it.” Howard answered as he brought up a map of the Anaheim System. “This would be the best location. Because of all the planetoids, moons, and dwarf planets flying around, we could trap one of those ships easily with only three potential pirate points it can use.”
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« Reply #28 on: 28 August 2020, 19:37:23 »
I dunno why they keep saying no grav deck this and that just from visual inspection alone.

The Jupiter Mkii alone has a 180m height.
It could hide a 160m grav deck beneath its armor plates and no one would be able to tell.
 

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« Reply #29 on: 29 August 2020, 02:35:54 »
I dunno why they keep saying no grav deck this and that just from visual inspection alone.

The Jupiter Mkii alone has a 180m height.
It could hide a 160m grav deck beneath its armor plates and no one would be able to tell.

The Jupiters are a rectangular box and it is possible just by visual inspection to conclude there are no grav decks by logically piecing together its internals based on their experiences designing ships. Since the BT Factions don't have artificial gravity, their ships are designed like skyscrapers so when accelerating, gravity is generated towards the engines. But the weapons placements and the retractable pods means additional machinery is necessitated and they are assuming a KF Dive and massive reactor taking up a large volume of space on a Jupiter and it is designed in a vertical layout and not perpendicular arrangement. So they would immediately dismiss the notion of the grav decks being side mounted perpendicular to the engines as that is a safety hazard on a ship without artificial gravity. So more likely than not, they conclude it has no grav decks.

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As you can see, if you don't have artificial gravity, this deck plan makes no sense and is a safety hazard when the ship accelerates. Likewise the flight pods are an oddity to the BT Factions as while they can certainly carry dropships internally, the size of the opening limits the size of the dropships and there are no hangar doors to close the pods entrance. Given they can't jump in gravity wells, BT Factions have a win or die approach to void combat and thus can't do combat landings as both a doctrinal and technical matter (they can't give inertia the finger which makes recovery of fighters under combat conditions impossible).

So in a prolonged fight a Jupiter can launch 80 fighters as a first wave, they run low on ammo and are relieved by a second wave and perform a combat landing. Are retrieved and rearmed to be sent out again. They are able to do this as they can give inertia the finger and have a long runway for mass landings  that is protected by armor and flak.

The TDN whose fighters aren't compatible with the launch tubes, till they overhaul the pods, can't quite reach that high intensity, sustained air combat. But as their Lightnings are refitted with inertial dampners and FTL drives, they don't have to as they can emergency jump out.
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« Reply #30 on: 29 August 2020, 07:33:48 »
I don't know why you felt the need to post the deck plan. The Inner Sphere does not know what the internals oi a Colonial warship look like.

I'm simply pointing out that them continually concluding it has no grav decks is... stupid. The smallest grav deck you can mount on a warship is 50m diameter. Just because the Galactica looks like a rectangular box does not mean it can't have a grav deck hidden inside it. As I've pointed out the Galactica is 180m tall. It can have a 150m grav deck inside it and nobody would be able to tell. And it's not like they're even under any illusions about her size. They've already pegged her as a battleship.

Furthermore, neither exposed grav decks nor skyscraper profiles are hard and fast rules for Inner Sphere warship design. the Concordat's own Winchester class has a flattened profile and has 2 grav decks.

So does the Star League's own Monsoon and Farragut classes.



Heck we can even go smaller. The Suns' own Robinson class doesn't look like a skyscraper either.

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« Reply #31 on: 29 August 2020, 17:01:35 »
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« Reply #33 on: 30 August 2020, 10:06:53 »
I don't know why you felt the need to post the deck plan. The Inner Sphere does not know what the internals oi a Colonial warship look like.

I'm simply pointing out that them continually concluding it has no grav decks is... stupid. The smallest grav deck you can mount on a warship is 50m diameter. Just because the Galactica looks like a rectangular box does not mean it can't have a grav deck hidden inside it. As I've pointed out the Galactica is 180m tall. It can have a 150m grav deck inside it and nobody would be able to tell. And it's not like they're even under any illusions about her size. They've already pegged her as a battleship.

Furthermore, neither exposed grav decks nor skyscraper profiles are hard and fast rules for Inner Sphere warship design. the Concordat's own Winchester class has a flattened profile and has 2 grav decks.

So does the Star League's own Monsoon and Farragut classes.



Heck we can even go smaller. The Suns' own Robinson class doesn't look like a skyscraper either.


gonna point out, the artists abandoned engineering a long time ago, one of the reasons why when TRO 3057 was new-printing, people were making fun of the ship art, was that it doesn't and didn't work without star-trek-like gravity plates that don't exist in the physics of the canon.

Artists often forget, when making something that looks cool on a skateboard, things like "Space doesn't have wind resistance" and "which way is down for the people INSIDE the ship?"

the art examples you're using, are a perfect example of this.  Under thrust, to look out those prominent front windows, your bridge crew have to be laying down on the deck.

Because when it's  under thrust, that's where down is and those windows become Skylights.

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« Reply #34 on: 01 September 2020, 03:02:53 »
gonna point out, the artists abandoned engineering a long time ago, one of the reasons why when TRO 3057 was new-printing, people were making fun of the ship art, was that it doesn't and didn't work without star-trek-like gravity plates that don't exist in the physics of the canon.

Artists often forget, when making something that looks cool on a skateboard, things like "Space doesn't have wind resistance" and "which way is down for the people INSIDE the ship?"

the art examples you're using, are a perfect example of this.  Under thrust, to look out those prominent front windows, your bridge crew have to be laying down on the deck.

Because when it's  under thrust, that's where down is and those windows become Skylights.
I've long thought those windows were window dressing anyway. Just strips of glass or similar transparent material layered over armor. Not actual viewports.
It's not like the crew needs to look out the viewports to know what's happening. They use holotanks for that.
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May 1st, 2574, Taurus’s Fleet Marshalling Grounds

Pride of Taurus, Pride of New Vandenberg, and Pride of Ishtar sailed with refurbished flight pods with retrofitted Lightings in mock dogfights with Colonial Vipers. Further off the Sword of Avalon, Sword of Santos, Sword of Excalibur, Sword of Durandal, Sword of Damocles, and Sword of Purity were conducting gunnery drills, the six Minotaur-class Gunships shattering asteroids in the process.

The Colonial Battlestar Galactica and its smaller sister Pegasus hung near an even more massive 9km diameter by 12 kilometer tall Colonial Mobile Shipyard, which was busy overhauling 16 Concordat Frigates at once to Colonial Standards in armor, engines, fusion plants, artificial gravity, inertial compensators, and FTL Drives. A smaller version called Daidalos, now in Taurian livery, was overhauling five Dart-class Cruisers.  Six Winchester-class cruisers waited their turn for an overhaul in the Concordat’s own yards which had Colonial Engineers working alongside Taurian Engineers. Nine Pinto-class corvettes were in the process of being scrapped and replaced by superior Colonial Hesperus-class Corvettes that dispensed with the flight capabilities to mount missile tubes. 30 ships were in slipways being built keel up with Colonial Technology.

Several smaller Colonial Flattops were busy overhauling Tigress Assault Shuttles and Lightings while medium sized tenders overhauled dropships.

For Marshal David Santos, of the newly created 1st Royal Guard Fleet, this was a plum assignment in which he could even smoke while aboard ship. Standing in Pride of Taurus’s War Room, he could direct the actions of his fleet. Operators in the upper portion handled communications overseen by Commodore Markand who was both his XO and head of Demi Squadron 1. Space Master Saladin ran the Ship from CIC, which was one room over. On the wall was a plaque commemorating the ship’s previous actions in the Cylon War, when it was known as the Battlestar Solaria. Out of respect to the Ship, he kept it up there.

Santos’ Colonial Liaison Officer was Vice Admiral Helena Cain who had recently arrived to replace Vice Admiral Hebe who was retiring and being appointed as Colonial Ambassador to Taurus in 4 weeks. She was attended by her Aide, Captain Kendra Shaw who was working the rosters, and her Chief Engineer, Commander Barry Garner. They were currently going over a design for a new Carrier Frigate, codenamed Titan.

“Even though we demonstrated the superiority of kinetics, the Titan’s main armament is 20 dual-barrel MNPPCs backed by 24 capital missile launchers and 80 large lasers scattered around the hull.” Commander Garner spoke as he adjusted the design of 512 meter long ship, which resembled a miniature Battlestar, on the map monitor in its 3D mode.

“We aren’t fighting your foes, and we aren’t going to war with you. Our potential foes are the Inner Sphere and Pirates.” Santos reminded the kinetics obsessed Colonials pointing with his pipe to empathize it. “Yes your armor technology throws current lasers we use out the window, we just can’t generate the necessary power without destroying our ships in the process. And we can if necessary swap these weapon out later.”

Admiral Cain gave Garner a glance to cut off his reply and nodded to Santos.

Continuing, Santo laid out his plan, “The purpose of Titan is to create an independent long-range raider carrying two reinforced ASF Divisions of 30 ASFs, comprising 20 Lightings and 10 Raptors. This also allows for the 200 Marines it will be carrying, to launch boarding actions and even attack surface targets. A variant on this design that removes the Lightings, increases the keel at the bottom, removes the missile tubes and turns that into a 5 shuttle landing pad, enables us to deliver a Jump Mech Regiment of one Mech Battalion of 48 Jump Mechs backed by 3 Jump Infantry Battalions of 810 troops, with the five shuttles carrying the Support and HQ company, then performing logistical runs once they are deployed, freeing the Raptor Division to focus on air support.”

“Can’t fault the logic of this design for your needs, no doubt my counter-parts in the Colonial Army would be shaking their heads at your mechs if they weren’t knee-jerking at the Cylon look they evince.” Admiral Cain spoke as she checked the ongoing mock dogfights and frowned as 20 Colonial Vipers were stricken from the board.

“Next on our agenda was setting up the FTL factories to produce your drives.” Santos changed the subject as he pulled out the transfer of technology plan.

“We have 4 more Mobile Shipyards enroute of the Daidalos Class. Since your opponents are incapable of operating in the atmosphere of Gas Giants, you can place them…”

“Sir, High Priority Message from the Fast Courier Crandall.” Commodore Markand interrupted the meeting.

“What is it,” Santos ordered.

“Large Pirate group roaming Anaheim. Requesting urgent support to clear them from the mining belts. Marshal Betsy Callen, head of Anaheim Defense Region.” Markand read out while inserting a thumb drive to bring up the region and the relayed intel.

“Pirates my ass, AFFS is trying to lure us into a trap. Leopard CVs are too new and rare yet to be obtained by pirates.” Santos figured right off the back.

“My briefing docs say they’re pompous and condescending, but not stupid. Why would they go to this trouble?” Cain asked as she observed the information.

“Because you gave us 9 Battleship tonnage ships. It completely upsets their strategic calculus. They want a war. Most likely they got that huge Battleforce hanging out in strike range of Anaheim for that very purpose. Sorry Admiral, but I need to consult with the Lord Protector.”

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Terra, June 1st, 2574

Viola Steiner growled as Ian Cameron stared at the latest intelligence from the Periphery alongside Hehiro Kurita. Marion Marik was nearby reviewing video feeds from mock dogfights between Colonial and Taurian ASFs. Ursula Liao, the youngest Great House Lord present was calmly drinking tea while Alexander Davion read through reports.

Shandra Noruff Cameron spoke as she tried to make sense of these Mysterious Colonials’ ship designs. “Ian, these turrets on the so-called Jupiter-class Battlestars and Minotaur-class Gunships are manned, except for the massive NACs on the prows of the Minotaurs.”

“What? That puts them horizontal to the direction of gravity. They aren’t even wearing proper pressure suits.” Ian noted as he enhanced the image.

“Guys you need to watch this video feed of this Raptor in action.” Marion spoke as she brought up an enhanced feed. “Note these Marines in the back.”

“The hell,” Ian murmured. “These Colonials must have made breakthroughs in magnetism for them to even be swaying like that and must be reinforcing their skeletons to survive these 30g maneuvers. This is all theoretical technology we are researching along with the power armor we have been seeing.”

“Or they developed inertial compensators and artificial gravity.” Ursula spoke up while calmly pouring more tea.   

“Ursula, we both have physics degrees,” Shandra answered, “You can’t generate useful natural gravity without large amounts of mass. It’s why we are researching electromagnetism, a far more powerful force, to get around it. And inertial compensators? Please, in this building we follow Newton’s laws except when discussing jump drives and KF-theory.”

Ursula calmly set her tea down, stood up, and addressed the room. “If you need my legally required contribution of troops, call me. But that is all you are getting out of me. If you’re foolish enough not to see what is in front of you, on your own heads be it. I am not risking the destruction of the Capellan Confederation with total war.” She then walked out.

Marion waited till she was gone, then spoke, “Let her go, I am not so foolish as to not realize that a Periphery power that can causally give out nine battleship tonnage ships to another is a problem. My navy can spare all 12 of our Atreus Battleships, and we can escort them with the 14 Black Lions you sold us. I can’t spare more than that without first completing our planned destroyer batches. Then I can release my Dart-class Cruisers.”

“Acceptable Marion, we can help with the production of your next batch of destroyers,” Ian spoke as he turned to the others. “These Colonials have substantial resources as we can see and must be a highly militarized society totally dedicated to war production. We must increase our ship production substantially. Shandra, what is the status of the Texas Project?”

“The concept drawings are done, we are just waiting on the new weapons to finish their design tests…”

“Skip it, we will go with tried and true weapons, and refit them later as the newer weapons are available. That gives us a 1,200m replacement for the Monsoons, likewise let’s go ahead with the planned refit of the Aegis-class and put 40 more on order.”

“That’s reasonable Ian, and my yards are already building more carriers. If you provide the big guns, my carriers can bring overwhelming ASF support. We will own the skies.” The First Prince spoke as he laid out the AFFS current build schedule.

“Should we consider rescinding the Ares Convention as well.” Viola spoke up.

Shandra tried to stop Ian from impetuously saying yes, but he shrugged her hand off, “Yes, we all agreed?”

“I’m for it,” Davion agreed.

“Though this is a threat we need to bring to heel rapidly, and the Taurians never signed the convention, we should avoid nuking worlds.” Marion protested. 

“War is cruelty and the crueler it is, the faster its done, I agree, the Draconis Combine is all in.” Kurita spoke.

  “Then the convention is revoked and we should begin sending the Periphery a warning, the Taurians especially that they should disarm and be occupied.” Viola spoke.

“I’ll draft that warning myself,” Ian spoke. “The Rim Worlds will join immediately, House Amaris has a weak hold on its populace and as long as we guarantee that house its power and prestige, they will deliver the goods. The Outworlds are a loose confederation and should be run over first with utter brutality. Then we hit the Magistracy and the Taurians.”

………………………….

 Anaheim: September 11th, 2574

Space Master Amber Archibald shook off the effects of the jump aboard the Concordat-class Frigate, Uriah’s Honor. Taking a sip from her hot cup of tea, a luxury she now enjoyed thanks to the Colonials 125 day long refit. She still had the grav deck, no longer spinning and the machinery removed to give 10,000 tons more cargo space. The ammo for the ordinance weapons was much more powerful. She had 4 compact Colonial Fusion Plants that provided 20 times more power than before. The new armor plating took lasers out of the equation and reduced the effectiveness of PPCs, but KEWs of sufficient weight could still punch through. Overall, her ship was now 60 times more effective. Especially with the replacement of the Broadside and Aft facing NACs with Colonial dual-barrel 508mm gun turrets. The replacement of the NL 45s with said turrets gave additional flexibility. Lastly she could now fire specialized rounds from the NACs.

“Jump completed Ma’am, all systems green. DROSTs 1 to 4 reporting in and Tigresses 1 to 8 have pinged us.” Her XO, David Ferris announced from his chair while he nursed his coffee cup. The rest of the crew had their preferred beverages out as well, something nigh unthinkable before their refit.

Amber still enforced no smoking rules as she hated the habit.

“Excellent, exchanging those drop collars for Killer Whale Launchers is looking better even more and our freed up landing bay is great. Set Formation Delta.” Amber announced as she relaxed in her chair, which she was not giving up, ****** the Colonials if they wanted to stand all day. What were they? Sadomasochists when rounds began impacting the hull?

“Comms announce Formation Delta.” David ordered.

As the Task Force began its formation forming, Amber began writing into her log book the successful jump. She would hold back her 24 Lightings of Goliath Division and her 8 Raptors of 405th Raptor Wing aboard her ship and the other 24 Lightings of Bruno Division and their supporting 8 Raptors of the 103rd Raptor Wing split amongst the DROSTs, till they got closer to her patrol area.

“Okay, helm, prepare to move us towards the asteroids at 3g and copy the DROSTs and Tigresses.”

There were a few moments of work to arrange it, and then David looked up and announced, “Ready.”

“3,2,1, hit it!” Amber ordered.

There was a loud thrum as engines vibrated sound through the hull, but there was no sudden pull against her chair. Amber then stood up and walked forward to the helm station and confirmed they were at 3g acceleration.

“XO, send word to the others to maintain current acceleration till we reach the asteroid field then cut down to .5g.” Amber ordered as she returned to her seat.

“Yes Ma’am. At current speed, we’ll be there in 18 hours.” David reported.

“Notify Goliath Division to prepare to deploy in 18 hours with four Raptors in support, I will be in my day cabin. You have the Conn XO.” Amber instructed as she got up.

“Aye Ma’am, I have the Conn.”

Walking out to a side door, Amber entered a small room with just a cot, sink, toilet, and desk with a secured communications system. Additional monitors provided her vital ship information. Going to her cot, she plopped down to take an 8 hour nap.

………………..

The alarms awoke Amber and looking up she saw contacts on the Radar Screen and rushed out.

“Fighters prepare to launch.” David was announcing as Amber entered the Bridge.

“Report.” Amber spoke as she took back her chair.

“8 Leopard CVs closing fast and launching Stukas. Current closing speed will have us in effective weapons range in 1 hour.” David announced.

“This doesn’t make any sense, this is a clear suicide run… Unless they are screening a warship.” Amber mused. “Launch our fighters. Tigresses and DROSTs are to maintain current speed and link targeting data to our main fire control. Load flak shells into the forward NACs and get me a targeting solution on those Stukas. Execute.”

After a few moments, David looked up, “Firing solution ready.”

Amber set her face to serene calm, “Fire.”

……………………..

Commodore McAllister Swinton of the AFFS didn’t know what to expect as Uriah’s Honor fired its 6 forward facing NAC’s outside effective range. But his 48 Stukas being reduced to half via flak bursts wasn’t it. It was too late to abort the attack, inertia was in full swing. “All craft, press the attack, we’re committed.” He ordered while tightening his straps on his chair. “Leopards arm the LRMs, they are committed as well, target the Concordat…”

McAllister’s jaw dropped as the Concordat gave inertia the finger and executed a hard right turn with its escorting DROSTs in just 2 seconds, a 15g turn that by rights should have snapped their spines. And revealed not 3 NACs according to intelligence, but 3 dual-turreted ACs? No, too big…

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“Broadsides ready,” David called out.

“Clear them from my sky,” Amber ordered.

……………………….

180 LRMs, from 12 launchers, 12 508mm rounds every 6 seconds, plus 6 medium lasers, and 12 large lasers, not counting the supporting fire of the DROSTs, Tigresses, Lightings, and Raptors, made short work of the remaining Stukas whose own return fire was ineffective due to Colonial Grade ECM/ECCM packages the Taurians received.
 
For Commodore McAllister his last thought, as a 508mm APHE shell slammed through his Dropship, was he wouldn’t be home for his daughter’s high school graduation.

……………………..

“Targets destroyed, should we resume the mission?” XO David asked.

“Not yet, have a Raptor take a priority message back to…”

“Jump signature matching a fast courier,” Section Leader Kallis spoke from his station, cutting off Amber’s order. “Jump has completed, receiving a broad spectrum message. Its unfiltered and unencrypted.”

“Show me it,” Amber ordered.

Upon receiving it, Amber only needed 5 minutes to read it. “Scratch the Raptor, copy this message to a Tigress and send it immediately to Taurus.”

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September 12th, 2574, Office of the Lord Protector

Ambassador Hebe of the 12 Colonies of Kobol read out loud the message, “Furthermore, in consideration of the common goals we share, we must set aside our differences and pool our resources for the common good, once and for all.

The Star League stands for a unified Humanity. As First Lord of the Star League, it is my solemn responsibility to protect the welfare of that Humanity wherever it may be found, be it on Sian or Santiago, New Vandenberg or New Avalon, Andurien or Apollo, Castor or Canopus or the 12 Colonies of Kobol. Though me, the Star League assumes the awesome task of safeguarding the welfare of Humanity. It is a responsibility from which the League will never shrink, a responsibility it shall never lay down. The dark days of barbarism are over-we will not let them return again.

The only way to ensure equal protection for all, the only way to safeguard the liberties of each individual, is for every Human being to accept the benefits we offer, freely and openly. So long as a solitary individual of the most distant planet in the Periphery remains uneducated, impoverished, or disadvantaged, all are equally stricken.

We intend to see that the majority is not denied the benefits of culture and progress at the hands of a minority of radical isolationists. We intend to extend our benevolent protection into every corner of Human-occupied space, whatever the cost, until every man, woman, and child prospers and flourishes. Let no one stand in the way of Human progress. The time for reunification has come.

Signed Ian Cameron, First Lord of the Star League.”

“It’s essentially a declaration of war,” Mitchell pointed out.

“I agree, but I will have to send a report back to President Adar and await instructions. You must understand, our people still fear the Cylons might return and don’t want our defenses weakened. However, I believe he will guarantee your independence and if they dare to use WMDs on civilians. Rest assured, they will quickly learn it’s not a smart ideal.” Hebe replied.

“Thank you, I will be deploying more forces to Anaheim soon to flush out whatever ship is hiding in the belts. I doubt it’s a Warship, though they likely got them on standby. But I’m not going to play that game. I trust your meeting with the Canopian Envoy went well?”

“Certainly Mitchell, the Canopians agreed to our terms and we will be delivering 3 Atlas-class Heavy Carriers, our sole remaining Minerva-class Battlestar, and nine Janus-class Heavy Cruisers to them, plus the license to build the Artemis-class Battlestar and the previously mentioned ships. Vice Admiral Cain will oversee their transfer.”

AN: https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/galacticafanon/images/2/24/Athena_Internal.png/revision/latest?cb=20111003044922

What the Titan Project will look like. The Taurian Navy will continue to use DEWs for a while longer. Meanwhile the Inner Sphere after the initial engagements will be dumping them and working on the next step up for NACs, which is basically Halo type MACs. They will also be surgically reinforcing pilot's bodies and looking to grow clones specifically to become fighter pilots who can handle 30g maneuvers without dying. They also will be attempting to put out Battle Armor Troops. This all stuff they have the theoretical framework to do, if not necessarily the technical capability to do outside of labs.
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Re: So Say We All (A nuBSG/BT Crossover)
« Reply #36 on: 12 September 2020, 02:52:39 »
gonna point out, the artists abandoned engineering a long time ago, one of the reasons why when TRO 3057 was new-printing, people were making fun of the ship art, was that it doesn't and didn't work without star-trek-like gravity plates that don't exist in the physics of the canon.

Artists often forget, when making something that looks cool on a skateboard, things like "Space doesn't have wind resistance" and "which way is down for the people INSIDE the ship?"

the art examples you're using, are a perfect example of this.  Under thrust, to look out those prominent front windows, your bridge crew have to be laying down on the deck.

Because when it's  under thrust, that's where down is and those windows become Skylights.

Which is why he command staff will be strapped down in the bridge when under thrust with everything secured down.

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Re: So Say We All (A nuBSG/BT Crossover)
« Reply #37 on: 18 September 2020, 00:31:31 »
Hunting Party

Anaheim System, September 14, 2574

Space Master Amber oversaw the launch of Goliath Division and 405th Raptor Wing as 20 Raptors jumped in.

“Receiving Confirmation Codes from Captain Karl Agathon of the Colonial Fleet. Callsign is Helo,” Ensign Callis spoke from the communications section.

“Ah perfect, patch me to him.” Amber spoke as David entered the bridge.

“Ready ma’am.”

“This is Space Master Amber Archibald to Helo, thank you for joining this hunt, has Galactica made it into place?”

“It is a pleasure Uriah Actual, Galactica is in position with plenty of friends ready and waiting. Helo out.”

“Start the clock, David you have the Conn, I am going to my main quarters to shower and eat, and will be back in two hours for the next portion of the hunt.”

“I have the Conn.” David announced as he took her chair.

Walking out of the bridge, Amber began a jog to her quarters. A hot shower and a pizza were things she could not have had in zero g. The civilian fleet was screaming for the upgrades, but military and chartered Merchant Marine ships were first for upgrading. Amber smiled; her son in the Taurian Army had sent a letter on the last mail shuttle, another luxury made possible by colonial FTL drives, in which he praised the new drop chutes provided by the Colonials. It was now possible for modified DROSTs to jump into an atmosphere and drop two Lances of 50 ton Talos from 1,000 meters or a Mech Lance and 4 platoons of Jump Troopers. The new strategic and tactical playbook the Colonials had given them was going to drive the Innies up against the wall. Already the TDF Staff Officers were working overtime trying out new combinations of units and tactics.

Then the Battle Stations alarm rang. “Damnit! I’m going to kill whoever is preventing me from getting a shower and pizza!”

…………………….

“Uriah’s Honor, Helo here, holding with you in guard position.” Helo spoke as several unfriendly warships formed up 350,000,000 kilometers away, just outside the gravity influence of the local gas giant.

“Helo, Uriah’s Honor here, confirming 6 Farragut-class Battleships, 6 Defender-class Cruisers, 6 New Syrtis-class Carriers, 10 Aegis-class Heavy Cruisers, and 15 Davion II-class Destroyers. 118 Dropships deploying along with 324 Small Craft, no fighter launches yet, but expect over 2,000 fighters.”

“Acknowledged, 18 hours till the trap is sprung.”

………………..

Marshal Santos formed up the Taurian Component of the Joint Fleet in the storm layer of the atmosphere of the Gas Giant Kalus. 3 Jupiter-class Battlestars, 6 Minotaur-class Gunships, 7 Dart-class Cruisers, 12 Concordat-class Frigates, 52 DROST IIbs, and 245 Tigresses. The Colonial Fleet under Rear Admiral Michaelson, composed Galactica and 4 Heracles-class Battlecruisers backed by 16 Hesperus-class Frigates. Nuclear Ordinance had been authorized. “Send to all ships, T-minus 2 minutes.”

“Yes sir,” Karen, his Adjutant answered as she began sending the order out while the ship shook from another lighting strike.

Adjusting the map table to reflect the new tactical situation, as the Mobile Shipyard, Forge of Victory, jumped into place in a more calm part of the storm. Here it could serve as a forward base, immune to Innie Retaliation. “Overall, they are playing this smart and smooth. They have overwhelming force in good order and arranged to mutually cover each other.” Santos spoke to Commodore Markand.

“Before our upgrades, I wouldn’t have dared to make this attack, I would have refused battle and waited for them to split up and attack them in detail.” Markand agreed as he lit another cigar while the ship shook again from another lighting hit as the count reached 1 minute.

“Launch Fighters.” Santos ordered.

“All fighters, clear to launch, may your gods be with you.” Karen announced as the PA announcement came on.

………………………………….

General Shandra Noruff Cameron adjusted her straps on her chair aboard Righteous Justice. Ian had strenuously objected to her taking personal command of this reconnaissance-in-force mission, but this amount of combat power massing together demanded her personal presence or that of their son. Ian only relented when she threatened to resign her commission and retire as a housewife. Ian bought her bluff.

“I don’t understand this Space Master Amber, she is holding position, not running or surrendering. She must know we can annihilate her in an instant once we reach effective weapons range in 10 minutes.” Shandra mused as they moved past the Gas Giant Kalus as the Aegis Squadrons launched 180 fighters to provide the first CAP.

“Ma’am detecting massive engine wakes behind us… They are coming from the atmosphere of Kalus at its equator!” Captain Verner announced from his chair in shocked disbelief.

“What! No warship can enter an atmosphere of a terrestrial planet, much less a gas giant, and sustain the thrust to escape it!” Shandra shouted as she brought up the sensor readings to her own screen.

“Taurian and Colonial IFFs, reading 10 Battleships, 4 Battlecruisers, 7 Cruisers, 28 Frigates, and multiple escor… Radiation alarms, they are arming nuclear ordinance, but holding stable orbit over the gas giant.”

“Launch all fighters, hard maneuvers, and use that moon to sling shot us back around to take them head on.” Shandra ordered as she mentally and physically braced for a punishing high g maneuver. As the order was carried out, she started to wonder why did they hold against the gravity well as they made the slingshot. Nothing made sense here…

“Jump signatures, they are jumping behind us!” Verner shouted.

Shandra’s face paled. They were committed. Inertia was in full swing. She could not brake in time to turn about and would have to slingshot around the gas giant. But if they could jump like that, they would control the engagement regardless of what she tried.

“We’re being painted and the Vigilant reports multiple dropships, small craft, and fighters with hot nukes have jumped in on the other side of the gas giant. Incoming transmission.” Verner spoke resignedly.

“Patch it through and prep for hard retrograde braking off the atmosphere of Kalus.” Shandra ordered as the Vigilant’s report put paid to her final maneuvering options. She would have to brake by bouncing off Kalus’ atmosphere, but that would leave them unable to maneuver from a stable orbit point for several critical minutes. She either could die with glory or surrender.

“This is Marshal Santos of the Taurian Concordat. I think you might have gotten lost, I truly hope you simply got lost. Because this is quite embarrassing to you. Trapped. Against a Gas Giant’s Gravity Well.” Santos spoke, empathizing Shandra’s predicament.

“I will admit, you got me there Marshal Santos. I’ll never live this down and just got permanently grounded when I get back home.” Shandra replied.

“Well, now it’s even more amusing General Shandra Noruff Cameron. Tell me, do you think you have a chance now against us? In the interest of peace and because our Colonial Allies who recently fought a brutal robot rebellion are uneasy about spilling Human blood unnecessarily, we will let you take your warships home after you dump your ordinance. You have an hour to think it through. Santos out.”

……………………..

Carthage System, September 14, 2574

Subaltern Alexis Archibald shook off the transition from a jump and was buffeted in his Talos as his DROST carrier was buffeted by wind turbulence of a storm front for a minute.

“Jump Clock starting, doors opening, no abort code sent.” Air Master Zayla announced as a 30 second timer started.

“I’m green, ready to drop,” Alexis responded as he took his weapons safeties off, hoping the Pathfinders who inserted ahead of them via Raptor hadn’t ****** up. Otherwise his drop lance of 4 Talos and 4 Platoons of Jump Infantry would be falling to their deaths against these pirate scum.

The countdown hit zero and then there was a feeling of free fall as his 50 ton Mech began falling to the Earth for a few seconds before the jettisonable grav chute activated and righted his Mech as it began its controlled descent 800 meters down and 1,200 meters forward in 30 seconds. This also meant he could engage targets during this descent with a stable firing platform.

“Targets painted, light them up.” Alexis ordered as he opened up with his Delta Dart LRMs at defensive emplacements and his larger Delta Bolt SRMs with fragmentation warheads at the scrambling defenders in the open in synchrony with his Lance. The Pathfinders lased them in true.

Then their crunch as his Mech’s feet hit the ground and he jettisoned the grav chute and swept for targets as the Jump Infantry deployed around his Lance as they moved to secure this airbase. “TDF! Lay down your arms!” Alexis called out.

Machine gun fire burst from a building and knocked down three of the jump troopers.

“Fine, have it your way!” Alexis raged as he returned fire with his three supporting Mechs and reduced the building to rubble.

“Three WIA, none critical.” Force Sergeant Kalis spoke.

“Sweep the other, ah, they see sense now.” Alexis spoke as several people came out with hands up. Not all looked to be pirates, he saw clear non-combatants with children amongst the uniformed pirates who all wore red uniforms inspired by the Ancient Red Coats of the British Empire.

“Drop Leader, Pathfinder 1 here, should we send the code burst now,” Asked the Section Leader commanding the Pathfinders.

“Affirmative. Cornet Valerie, take your group and secure the main crossroad, Cornet Mark, move your group to cover her, and Cornet Erik’s group, you got the bridge. My group police this place till we’re relieved.” Alexis ordered. Now the next step was in motion.

Eight Raptors jumped in for the rapid insertion of flight specialists to run the airbase and exfiltrate the Pathfinders and wounded. They were escorted by 24 Lightings, and followed by 4 DROSTs carrying three motorized battalions and a support and command battalion of the 309th Motorized Regiment.

“Drop Leader, Grizzly Leader here, was the hunting good?” The Regimental Commander called.

“Certainly Grizzly Leader, you should consider joining us Drop Units.” Alexis radioed back.

“Ah, I’m too old to be dropped, fragile too. You youngsters can have all the fun, Grizzly Leader out.”

Within 9 minutes the Motorized Regiment was deployed and moving to secure the area further. There had yet to be any counter-moves. These Pirates were known to have 4 Commando Mechs and 1 Manatee, 4 Jumbos, plus three Jumpships with 30 ASFs. There was one Manatee present with the four Commandos loaded, and they destroyed the 30 ASFs on the drop, and the four Jumbos were secure. So where were the rest of the Pirates? If they faded into the four civilian settlements with 10 klicks from here and the locals didn’t turn them in, it would be difficult to bring them to justice. The Jumpships should be getting seized now by the Tigresses.

Overall, the Jump Drop Insertion tactic had been validated in a combat test. Now it was a matter of scaling it up. He had no doubts that the more professional Innie Forces would more vigorously counter such tactics. But a successful and rapidly developed airhead would greatly lower losses and allow seizure of critical logistical nodes and strategic targets before an enemy could organize effective resistance.

AN: I'm purposely leaving you with an evil cliff hanger.  :smirk:

As it is, Shandra did everything right given the limitations her technology gives her. Unfortunately Colonial Technology makes it irrelevant. Either way, Ian is going to hit the roof.

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Re: So Say We All (A nuBSG/BT Crossover)
« Reply #38 on: 02 October 2020, 19:51:44 »
Humiliation

October 20th, 2574, Terra

General Shandra Noruff Cameron departed the Fast Courier at the Luna Pirate Point, 4 Sparrowhawks escorting her shuttle. Her career was over, as the commanding officer, she had full responsibility. Had the hunt succeeded, she would have gotten all the praise, and had it failed as it did. She got all the blame. Ian would keep her from forced retirement, but she would never hold a command posting again.

 After touching down, Shandra left the shuttle and found Ian coming up to her.

“Shandra, you okay?” Ian asked with concern.

“I’m fine, but I will never live down the humiliation I led the fleet into.”

“You will get a chance for revenge, Shandra.”

“Ian, we both know the board will…”

“I am the Director General and First Lord, they will do what I tell them, and what happened at Kalus was beyond your control. In fact, your quick thinking resulted in vital intelligence coming our way.”

“Ian we got defeated without firing a shot.”

“And learned the Colonials can cancel out gravity and are reluctant to go nuclear.”

“Ian, our radiological readings show they armed nuclear shells and missiles. Their 15-ton fighters were carrying 2 megaton warheads on missiles strapped to their wings. The Battleships were packing warheads with yields in the teratons, enough total yields to blow off this planet’s atmosphere...” Shandra clutched her chest and blinked.

“Shandra, are you…,” Ian grasped Shandra before she could fall to the ground, “Alert the chopper, get us ready for immediate dust off! And help me!” Ian ordered his honor guard.

………………………….

Meanwhile: Anaheim System, Gas Giant Kalus

Amber Archibald admired her new Commodore pins. She now commanded Frigate Demi-Squadron 9.  Her command composed of 6 Concordat-class Light Frigates and one of the recently arrived Adamant-class Heavy Frigates provided by the Colonials, backed up by 24 DROST IIn-class Escort Carriers and 48 DROST IIn-class Gunships.

With Colonial Jump Drives, all dropships were being reclassified, based on their chassis and role. The DROST II-class thus had an appellation of (a) if assigned to the army, (c) for the constabulary, and (n) for the navy. This was then followed by their role. Escort Carrier was self-evident with 6 Lightings and 2 Raptors or a different combination thereof. Gunship variant dispensed with the small craft bays for a docking port, and mounted 14 AC-10s that were well fed from the cargo bays. Other variants were being constructed such as a missile boat, laser boat, PPC boat, and some with spinal mounted colonial capital weapons. The Wagon Wheels were being retired post haste and scrapped thanks to the 20 Adamant-class Frigates the Colonials provided and 60 more were planned to be built as Frigate Demi Squadron Flagships.

But that was all for later, for now, she found herself in the War Room of the Pride of Ishtar with Commodore Erik Salas of 1st Frigate Demi Squadron, Commodore Markus Grange of 3rd Battleship Demi Squadron, and Marshal Gisela Cardenas who had transferred her flag to this ship to form 1st Fleet. Lord Protector Mitchel Calderon was chairing the meeting and Marshal Lucina Grim, the newly appointed Chief of Staff for the TDF was next to him.

“Alright, we all have had our tea and pleasantries, it’s time for work.” Lord Calderon spoke as he brought up a 3D map. “Case AMBER will be our counter-attack to punish the AFFS for violating our borders and knock the Star League back on its heels. Marshal Cardenas will lead this attack with your Demi Squadrons while the rest of the fleet holds here while we begin the process of building sixteen more Jupiter-class Battlestars to form the core flagships of our Naval Fleets. Marshal Cardenas, you have the floor.”

Lord Calderon stepped to the side and Marshal Cardenas stepped forward and brought up New Syrtis. “This is our first target. Pathfinders report the System to be currently defended by 4 Defenders, 59 Leopard CVs, 207 Small Combat Craft, and 3,600 ASFs. 39 Defense Stations guard critical entry points which we can bypass thanks to the Colonials. There are 167 defense emplacements on various moons and asteroids with which to channel attackers to kill zones, which again we can bypass or neutralize easily.” Marshal Cardenas paused to drink some tea before continuing. “Thus our objective to destroy this system’s ability to supply war material and make it clear we will not be passive in the face of Star League aggression. Nuclear weapons on military targets are authorized and our opening assault will see all the defensive stations and installations destroyed via our now obsolete Jumpships simply jumping inside them as they are fixed in place and don’t move outside of a predictable route. 9 of our new Drop Mech Regiments will join the assault and ensure the destruction of war factories, air fields, and major military stations on New Syrtis itself. Commodore Grange, you have the floor.”

“My group is tasked with the destruction of the Defenders and defense installations. Nothing fancy about it, we locate their positions and destroy them before providing heavy guns where needed. Commodore Archibald, you have the Floor.” Commodore Grange stepped to the side.

Amber stepped up and brought up the Shipyard Complex orbiting the Gas Giant Circe. “I will be directly attacking the shipyards by jumping to this point. This will ensure that if the Raptor Missions are a bust, I am protected from the defense emplacements by the bulk of the complex itself and can tear the place apart at my leisure. Preceding my attack will be my entire ASF complement of 112 Raptors and 336 Lightings who will jump ahead and soften up the complex before I jump in, supporting them will be 120 Tigresses. The complex has 27 Leopard CVs with 162 ASFs, 245 ASFs in defensive hangars, and 89 Small Combat Craft. The Ice Ship Yard will be spared per the ROE as we want to destroy AFFS capability to wage war, not give water to its civilians. However, Yards 1, 4, and 7 will be nuked, as well as the central Germanium Processing Facility, Hydrogen Plant, and Helium Plant. Civilian Station Carbex will be boarded by Marines and the mainframe copied and its transmitter shut down while civilians are offloaded prior to the station being blown. After this is completed, and no contingencies are activated, I will jump out to the Rendezvous. Commodore Salas, you have the floor.”

Commodore Salas brought up New Syrtis itself. “My mission is to support the ground troops. To demonstrate their impotence, we will jump into low orbit and support the ground efforts. In addition we will destroy hardened sites. Overall, we are looking at a 48 hour mission before we extricate our troops and jump out. Marshal Grim, I yield to you.”

Marshal Grim took the floor and changed the screen to show drop objectives. “Pathfinders are already in position, T-minus 48 hours if the abort code is not sent. The joint SLDF Fleet is currently holding at Enchi. We do not assess them as capable of responding in time. But if they do, Royal and 2nd Fleet will be on standby to jump in and give battle. The Colonials are not participating as this is an offensive act and they are not yet authorized by their government to take the war to the Star League. So this falls to us. Lord Protector.”

Lord Calderon stepped forth. “You all know your parts. Brief your subordinates and god speed.”

…………………

Meanwhile: Echi

Admiral Howard sat in his command chair while observing the new training regimen to try and counter jump fighters capable of 30g+ maneuvers. The biggest problem was inertia. Colonial Fighters and now Taurian Fighters could give it the finger. Their capital vessels and escorts as well. Finally, any fights would see nukes flying. Because of that, they had to create a new formation with capital ships spaced 30km away from each other with each ship angled to back scratch the other. It also meant current SLDF doctrine of passing point defense on to escorts was now a fatal weakness that needed to be fixed ASAP.

Picking up a drinking bulb, Admiral Howard took a sip of Fruit Punch Gatorade and longed for a cigar which was not safe to light up aboard ship.

“Admiral, high priority message from Tracker Marlow which just jumped in, message reads: Came across a Colonial Viper Jump Fighter. Pilot suffered apparent heart attack. Barely jumped ahead of a Colonial SAR Mission.”

Admiral Howard stood, well tried, being stopped by the chair harness, before recollecting himself. “Inform Marlow to transfer the fighter to the Empyrion’s Folly and inform its Captain to prepare to jump from Carlow’s Pirate Point in six hours. Get a shuttle ready for me as well. I want to look over the fighter before it gets moving towards Terra.” Admiral Howard ordered as he unstrapped himself.

“Yes sir,” The communications technician replied.

Admiral Howard flew out of his Flag Bridge and went towards the small craft bays. Within an hour he was docking with the Marlow and was greeted personally by Captain Kawls.

“Welcome aboard Admiral, we got it in bay 1 aboard the Ares for transferring it. We put the male pilot in a body bag and on ice. So far we can tell it has three 30mm guns, one internal bay opening under the engines, and 2 hardpoints for mounting external war loads on the wings. Documents on the pilot had to be run through a computer, and as far as we can tell, they are using a long extinct Minoan Linear A language which we can only translate 10% of. DNA test is being re-ran to rule out any errors in the equipment.”

“What’s wrong with the DNA results?” Admiral Howard asked.

“Doctor Dalia says the results, if accepted at face value, means his human ancestors independently evolved on another planet, not Earth, which can’t be right. Other than that, the pilot was 45 years of age, and cause of death was a heart attack. He was wearing a pressure suit, but not a g-suit, nor did he have any unusual surgeries or body augmentation. Also there was this personal computerized type photo we found. Give it a tap in the center.”

“I see,” Admiral Howard spoke as he looked at the photo, Captain Kawls handed to him. It showed a heavily armed man in BDUs putting his foot down on a chrome armored person(?) in a field filled with them against a backdrop of a ruined city. A woman held a small child in her arms next to the man and was smiling. He gave it a tap and watched a short five minute video which revealed the chrome soldiers to be machines and the man and his female companion to be touring a battlefield with other soldiers and celebrating. Context was lost on him, but a few words kept propping up. Canceron and Cylons.

“Have this copied and placed back in the pilot’s personnel effects. Now show me this fighter.” Admiral Howard ordered as he handed the item back.

 “Right this way sir.”

Once in the Ares’ cargo bay, Admiral Howard did a standard pre-flight check routine on it. If he had to describe it, the Colonial Fighter was an ultralight fighter the size of a WW2 F4F-3 and massed 17 to 21 tons depending on war load. As a pilot himself, and owning a working copy of an F4F-3 back on his Homeworld of Wyatt, he couldn’t help but admire its design and what tactical realities led to this type of design. Just as there were reasons they did not build pure space fighter designs like the Starfury in the old scifi franchise Babylon 5, there was a reason this light fighter was a go to design for the Colonials. Not to say the Colonials had no heavy fighters, they just hadn’t seen them, and the Raptors was more an ultralight Small Craft than a fighter and less likely to be captured intact.

Hopping in the cockpit which was placed center of gravity for the fighter, Admiral Howard saw nothing out of the ordinary aside from the different alphabet used. He intuitively could tell the controls apart, and had no doubt that if need be, he could fly this thing for basic check flights.

“Excellent work for you and your crew Captain. Get this transferred and get yourself and your crew liberty while your engines recharge, you all earned it. This coup will go a long way to hopefully countering the Colonials.”

AN: While recovering the Viper and its pilot will be an intelligence trove, reverse engineering it is out of the question, they just don't have enough to go on. They first have to decode the flight manual, which is written in primarily Linear A. Given Linear A is mostly untranslatable, despite years of work piecing together Egyptian Documents containing both writings, they have a lot of filler to figure out. Headcanon for this story is the Colonials last intermixed with Earth during the Minoan Period during the Lords of Kobol's seeding operations with that Colony basically being wiped out by the Santorini Eruption and Bronze Age Collapse before the Lords abandoned Earth, bringing some isolated samples back to Kobol who didn't interbreed back into Kobol Humanity. During this time, they were fighting an advanced entity which wound up wrecking Kobol and causing the Kobolian Humans to leave for Cyrannus which Deadlock implies was already settled by Kobolian Humans and underwent a devastating religious war that knocked them out for 400 years.

But back to the fighter, once the manual is decoded, they then can begin carefully taking it apart for analysis. This will be done in the highest of security labs by scientists and engineers with the highest security clearances and not crowd sourced. They can learn many things about it that way, but what they really need is the theoretical blueprints and practical tools to make the theory concrete practical results.

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Re: So Say We All (A nuBSG/BT Crossover)
« Reply #39 on: 03 October 2020, 05:02:21 »
Unless the Colonial ancestors are actually aliens that evolved in parallel with the Earth humans there should still be common ancestors even if it'll be further back.

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Re: So Say We All (A nuBSG/BT Crossover)
« Reply #40 on: 06 October 2020, 01:04:09 »
Unless the Colonial ancestors are actually aliens that evolved in parallel with the Earth humans there should still be common ancestors even if it'll be further back.

They are Aliens for all intents and purposes.

The Colonials themselves are the remnants of a K2.4 Civilization that came into conflict with a K3 Entity of some sort. The Colonials are now a K1.8 Civilization compared to the BTech's K1. But BTech's K1 status is only due to population size and only because they had larger numbers of easily settled worlds due to ancient terraforming by the Kobolians in preparation for a massive expansion coreward that was scragged in the conflict with the K3 Jealous God.

The Colonials were situated on the Rimward Side of things and the fight against the K3 Jealous God was utterly apocalyptic, with stars getting destroyed which wrecked habitable worlds, broke the Kobolians, and sent them into a dark age with much of their history getting lost and becoming myths.

 

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