“OK people, this is it, game time. We remember our fathers and grandfathers telling us about when they had to stand and fight these frakin toasters and what it meant to them, what it cost them to push them back. They’ve come back now, and pushed us out of our homes, killed our friends, our families. Now it’s our turn. Our turn to stand up. Our turn to push these frakkers back into the void where they belong. Let’s go show these toasters who they fraked with.” Achillies said to his squadron over the com. It was met with yells calling for payback on the Cylons.
Achillies looked over at the launch officer and saluted and then gave a thumbs up. A moment later his vipers engines screamed to life. The ship hurtled out of the launch bay as Achillies was slammed back into his seat. As he cleared the Avalon the sight that greeted him was surreal. Base stars were slugging it out with battlestars as Cylon and colonial fighters flashed out of existence in brilliant balls of fire and trailing bits of debris. Before he could do anything a call came over the comm. The Battlestar Vulcan was on fire and her weapon systems were faltering.
“The Vulcan is getting hit hard and she needs our help. Angels two, three, four, five and six clear the bottom of the Vulcan. The rest of you with me on top. Go.” He ordered as he slammed the throttle all the way to the fire wall, setting course towards the Vulcan.
The Battlestar Vulcan staggered under a relentless barrage of hits from a basestar and a swarm of Cylon raiders. It’s weapons managed a sporadic and ineffectual return as the large ship fought a slow, losing battle for life. Achillies squadron split in two as they flew at full thrust into the fray. Rolling over so his canopy faced the Vulcan Achllies pulled the trigger, sending a stream of amour piercing rounds into a raider, shredding the ship and igniting the volatile fuel it carries.
“Splash one” Achillies said as he pulled the stick hard right, lining up on another target.