Battlestar Prometheus "The Story ...

The deck rumbled as the Galactica‟s massive vent locks on the port flight pod
swung open and allowed the air in the hangar deck to escape into space. The vents were
massive so it only took a few seconds.
“Vent complete.” Blackwell reported quietly once the fire indicators had turned
green again.
“Very well.” Magus replied. “Get med teams down to the port flight pod to begin
rescue operations and give me a count as soon as possible.”
“Aye sir.” Blackwell replied turning to the engineer. “Get down there and do a
damage assessment and have your teams seal off the hull breaches in the forwards
sections.”
“Aye sir.” The engineer said as he spun and dashed out of the C.I.C. to comply.
“Sir! I have an amber alert from Deck twenty one, section alpha two!” a voice
called out.
“Oh my Gods, you have got to be kidding me!” Blackwell breathed as his face
went pale.
Magus was about to call for confirmation of the alert when static erupted from the
speakers overhead followed by a panicked young voice. “Cylon Centurions have boarded
the ship! Cylon Centurions- argh!” the crewman‟s voice cut off in a sickening gurgle as
the line went dead.
Magus set his jaw. “Get the marines on it Colonel. I want those toasters stopped
right fraking now.”
“Yes sir.” Blackwell replied as he hurried to comply.
“One M.C. Mister Turner.” The commander ordered.
Immediately, three tones sounded over the intercom signaling a general
announcement.
“All hands, this is the Commander:” Magus began gravely, “We have been
boarded by hostile forces. All personnel are to go to case Amber at this time. All section
leaders are to issue side arms to their crewmen. All personnel are to have personal life
support equipment on standby. That is all.”
As Magus looked around him, the C.I.C. crew of the Galactica were checking
their pistols and loading them with ammunition as well as making sure they had their
emergency life support equipment ready in case the Cylons tried to vent their oxygen into
space.
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