Battlestar Prometheus "The Story ...

his radio didn‟t make matters any better, but he had to in case he and his squadron of
Cadets were needed.
“Raiders on the right...”
“Watch out Ratty...”
“You got one on your six!”
“Splash one!”
“Frak! We have a break out in sector four!”
Adama immediately sat up as Admiral Gastineau‟s voice broke through the static.
“Black Leader, this is Colonial Six: You have two Cylon transports and about a dozen
Raiders heading your way. Take them out.”
“Colonial Six, Black leader: Understood.” Adama replied.
“Good hunting, Six out.”
“Ok cadets,” Adama said as he switched over his radio. I know you guys are just
barely out of basic flight but I‟m going to have to ask you to grow up a little sooner than
expected.”
Adama looked out his cockpit canopy as the clouds gave way to the blackness of
space as he and his ad hoc squadron roared up from Caprica to meet the on coming
enemy. He could imagine the looks of fear on the faces of the young cadets he was
leading into combat for the first time. He knew he would need to calm them.
“You‟ve trained for this.... you‟re ready for this.” He said with conviction,
“Watch out for your wingman and keep faith with each other and you‟ll get through this
just fine.”
“What‟s the plan sir?” one of the Cadets asked.
“Our primary targets are the troop transports but I want to take out their escorts
first.” Adama explained. “Engage the Raiders in combat pairs and take them down first
but if you get a shot at the fat boys, take it. Understood?”
Receiving acknowledgments from his pilots Adama activated his combat dradis
and began to identify his targets as they came into range. “Ok boys,” he said taking a
calming breath, “This is it. Let‟s go get „em!”
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