Battlestar Prometheus "The Story ...

“Left full rudder, twenty degree down, aye sir!”
“X.O., open port side Titan bays and prepare to fire full spread.”
“Yes sir.” Hohensee replied as he activated the controls to the port side Titan
missile batteries.
On the portside of the forward hull of the Prometheus, a thin slice of metal
retracted to reveal ten Titan missile, the largest conventional missile that the Colonial
Defense Force fielded, sitting inside. They radiated menace towards anyone foolish
enough to be on their business end which, in this case, was the Cylons.
“Missile doors open, missiles one through ten ready to fire.” The X.O. reported.
“Oh my Gods... “Arispe breathed suddenly as a signal came in over the wireless.
Sir! Signal from Galactica! They‟ve... been boarded.”
Gastineau and Tajalle exchanged worried looks for a moment before the Admiral
turned back to Hohensee with a grim expression. “Fire.”
***
“Red Leader, Prometheus.” The distinctive voice of Lieutenant Arispe said into
Lonewolf‟s helmet speakers as he watched the Prometheus fire her missiles in a fiery
wave towards the Cylons Basestar.
“Prometheus, this is Lonewolf: Send it.” He replied as he juked his Viper away
from a stream of incoming Cylon fire.
“Lonewolf, Prometheus: Change of mission. You are to rendezvous with Blue
Team at rally point alpha five and escort them to the Basestar so that they can deliver
their ordnance.”
Lonewolf jerked his stick back to the right causing his Viper to swing around
violently as he narrowly avoided another Cylon missile. “You picked a hell of a time for
this, Prometheus. We‟ve got Cylons on us like stink on shit.”
“Lonewolf, this is Prometheus Actual.” Said the grave voice of Commander
Tajalle, “Understand your situation, but you guys are the closest and the only team still
left with an operational strength above fifty percent.”
“You‟re fraking kidding right?” Lonewolf said as he did the math in his head.
Each flight, or team, was made up of four fighters and the Prometheus carried six
of those flights gathered into one squadron. For the other flights to all be below fifty
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