Conditon One.
Who: [open thread] All hands, Avalon. Where: Battlestar Avalon When: After War Alert is issued. Y03 Jan 07
After a minute of stations reporting in around the ship, Jon picked up the hand set and nodded to the duty officer to patch him through. “Attention, all stations, this is Colonel Randell. I have command until Rear Admiral Burk returns. A war alert has been issued by FORCECOM. Our home worlds are currently under attack by Cylon forces. The Fleet is mobilizing as we speak to repel the attackers. Orders have been issued, and we have ours. We are ordered to jump immediately to a high angel’s position above the solar plain and hold.” Jon paused for a beat.
“It’s our responsibility to secure a fleet rally point and stand by to receive the designated Forces Commander, but we won’t be sitting on our asses. I expect every section to be well prepared for immediate offensive operations when the time comes. Remember your training.
“One more thing, I expect each and every one of you to stand firm together. Many of us will lose friends, those of our blood, and those closest to us today. Look to the person to your left and then right of you. This is our crew, this is our family.” He then raised his voice. “Those frakking toasters will pay for the blood they spill. They will frakking pay. So say we all. Carry on.” He returned the hand set to the console.
“Get our last of our birds back to the nest, we jump in five minutes. Start the clock, Lieutenant.” The XO ordered. There was no time to go into detail about which Colonies were under attack or how bad it really was in the first wave of the attack. It was only the beginning of a very long day.