Battlestar Prometheus "The Story ...

Lonewolf looked at his dradis readout with concern. “I‟ll give you the damned
mug if you‟ll just fall back.”
“No way man!” Sparrow said as he ripped through his third target. “I‟m not
taking it without earning it.”
“You‟re not going to take it at all if you‟re dead now fall back!” Lonewolf said as
he blasted his first target of the day “That‟s an order damn it!”
boss!”
Sparrow laughed as he tore through yet another Cylon Raider. “That‟s four,
Lonewolf checked his dradis screen again and saw the trap closing in on his
young pilot. “Sparrow, listen to me: You have ten Raiders closing on your position now
fall back and we can take them together.”
“Woo hoo!” Sparrow shouted as he destroyed another Cylon. “That‟s five! Holy
frak! I just made ace in three minutes! That‟s gotta be a record!”
“Good, now fall back! You have a Raider on your six high.”
“What?” Sparrow gasped.
Looking at his dradis Sparrow saw what had happened. He had been so focused
on showing off, so intent on showing the old guys that a rook could hang with them that
he had left himself wide open to attack with no help in sight.
“Oh sweet Lords of Kobol.” He breathed as the Cylon opened fire.
When humans had created the Cylon Centurion they had designed them to be the
most accurate and lethal killing machines ever devised. They were programmed to be
expert pilots and expert marksmen in the cockpit.
This was no exception.
Inside the Raider that was bearing down, the Cylon gunner took careful aim at
Sparrow‟s Viper and activated the firing studs on his control stick. The fact that it was
about to snuff out a human life meant nothing to it; it had been programmed to kill its
enemies without a second thought and without remorse.
It fulfilled its programming with maximum efficiency.
Sitting in his Viper, Lonewolf fought down bile as he saw Sparrow‟s ship come
apart in the distance like a flower unfolding its pedals. “Red four is down.” He said
quietly as he felt his anger rise within him.
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