The channels began to become clogged with confused, shouting voices. The screams of dying pilots punctuated the chaos on the comm. The Epsilon's fighters were sitting ducks it looked like...they were being slaughtered by the Cylon Raiders!
"Noses up. Break in pairs after initial volley, watch your wingman's ass," her squadron CO ordered over their own squadron channel.
Chiming in that they received, their squadron then flew into the fray. Most got off a shot and then lights began to flicker in their cockpits. Kitten felt an even greater rush of fear then her first combat mission had given her already. Within moments her Viper was dead in the water, just continuing on it's course, carried by inertia before her engines failed. Around her other Vipers exploded as the Cylons retaliated.
Screaming like a frightened little girl, she couldn't hear anything over the comm anymore. It was completely dead. Outside her cockpit, she watched Vipers that could still fly race back to the Artemis from both Battlestars squadrons. Then the ship, the Artemis...jumped away. The Epsilon continued to be pounded, Ariel watching in horror and shock till a dark shape loomed up and blocked her view. It was a Cylon ship, bigger then a Raider but smaller then the Basestars. Her Viper shook as it latched onto her ship, then began to tow her along...towards one of the big Cylon ships!