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tom_burk ([info]tom_burk) wrote in [info]kobols_legacies,
@ 2007-12-31 22:25:00
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ACTION STATIONS!

Commander Thomas Burk had gone over the last of the after-action reports of the security breach in the Operations Department, while he stood at the center table in the Combat Information Center. The lapse of security, he considered reflected bad on his command of the ship as those in the department were his crew and he only considered them on loan to the Admiral.

The officer of the deck, had come over to his side with some papers for him to sign, when one of he DRADIS monitors beep, beep then buzzed.

“Contact!” said the tactical officer with urgency. “One cylon raider”

Burk’s eyes were already locked on the lone red colored marker on the DRADIS screen. It was bound to happen, the Cylons had never gave up searching for them, it had only took them longer between intervals to find them.

“Set the fleet to Condition One, and launch the alert fighters, Lieutenant.”

“Aye, sir,” in an instant the ship’s alert alarm sounded. “ACTION STATIONS, ACTION STATIONS, this is not a drill, SET Ship to CONDITION ONE. Enemy Contact, Launch alert fighters.”

The lone raider was far enough to be out of range of any of the fighters already on Combat Air Patrol and the destroyer picket, giving the Cylon a good minute to get a good read on the fleet.

“Intercept five minutes,” the tactical officer passed on to the Commander. “Strike that, the raider has jumped.”

“Don’t worry it will be back with its friends.” said Burk. As per standing operation procedure, Burk as the Commander on duty, ordered the fleet to begin jump preparations.

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