...New Alliance of what? by ReadsaLot

Disclaimer at the end.

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Six stared at the display on the basestar's main bridge. The vessel there was both familiar and not: it held similarities to Colonial contruction, but...

...Colonial contruction never incorporated one large central cylinder hull, with two runner bars almost like skids running nearly the full length of the vehicle. Especially not in a vehicle nearly the length of the Galactica, though not nearly so broad in beam.

"He says he's what now?" asked a Three, just arriving to catch the barest part of the broadcasted greeting.

Six motioned to the screen, where a human-seeming person was displayed. "He says he's a captain in the New Alliance of Free Stars, and that he extends his physical manipulation appendage in peace."

"Translator error?" suggested an Eight, even as she prepped Raiders for launch, just in case.

"Could be," Six murmured. With a flip of will, Six established communication with the hovering vessel.

"Greetings," Six transmitted. "I am a representative of the Cylon race. We come from the planet Cylon. Please re-transmit your greeting."

Static played over the communications systems even as the Eight and Three in the bridge sent incredulous looks her. Then, the vessel responded.

"This is Captain Zelnick of the New Alliance of Free Stars. Our home planet is Earth. We are currently..."

Further communication was promptly shunted aside in favor of a massive computer attack on the Earth ship. The fact that this basestar, scouting ahead for ambush and resupply locations, had managed to make contact with a group of humans from Earth made the acquisition of all data a first priority.

Raiders screamed from the launch bays toward the Earth vessel to contain it as much as possible. The vessel rocked oddly as though trying to escape the grasp of the Cylon network.

Six reached through the network links, devoting more and more of the humaniform Cylons to holding and cracking the human computer banks. The firewalls were most impressive. Six estimated that it would take fifteen minutes to penetrate the outer layers. Commands whispered into the Raider targeting systems, directing them to cripple the human vessel's jump drive.

The Raiders reported a problem suddenly: no spooling jump drive was detected. Rather, the Earth ship was launching smaller ships, possibly fighters!

The Cylon network seized up for a second at the sight of the new fighters. Two ships looking like smaller versions of the larger vessel immediately fired large missles right for the basestar. A few large, clunky looking ships actually allowed Raiders to fire on them...fire which had no effect whatsoever, and were fired upon in turn by blasts of red light that tore through Raider armor like it was tinfoil.

But the reason for the mental shock was the swarm of protein-molecule appearing vessels that, though they had no apparent propulsion systems whatsoever, dodged through the Raider formations dropping small missles in their wake...missles that promptly tracked and destroyed Raider after Raider with almost contemptuos ease.

"Jump us out of here!" Six roared, even as she grabbed the network to force the issue.

Unfortunately for her, the shift in attention freed up enough power on the human vessel to bring its weapons back online. Even as it fired three balls of brilliant light, the parasite ships' missles tracked in and cracked through the basestar, sending power surges through the jump drive and knocking it offline.

Six glared at the human ship. The resurrection ship was near...and it had a three basestar escort. They'd be back to repay this indignity.

***

Six revived shortly after her body was destroyed in the resurrection ship, only to be greeted with the glaring cacophony of alarms.

Shocked, Six reached for the network, and found a fleet of ships bearing down on them. The ships reminded her of Colonial battlestars, but they moved as lightly as any Viper themselves. Small red fighters were being launched from the green ships, even as a gravely voice transmitted itself over all local audio bands.

"We are the Ur-Quan. Humans with interstellar vessels violate the slave laws. You will be destroyed."

End

Author's note: BSG meets Star Control 2: The Ur-Quan Masters. A classic space game, still quite fun. And yes, the green Ur-Quan ships have always reminded me of battlestars...

Edited 20 Feb 09 for minor wording and spelling issues