After moi moi indecisiveness I decided to go Battlestar for my second. Stargate just... They're so informal and I didn't want to do a canon crewwwwww and
Battlestar.
When Noble returns from his busy work schedule be interesting when his AI tries to snoop into my ship. "Wait, how comes I can only access communications?"
Ship Name:BSG-14: Batlestar Columbia
Ship Class:Galactica Class Battlestar
Ship Wikia Link:Look it is an url!Notable Crew:Commander Alexander Lorne
Colonel James Phillips
Captain William Ryans
Chief Warrant Officer William McLean
Pre-Departure Scene:The Columbia moved out of the Scorpio shipyards. "This is Columbia Actual we're away."Columbia Actual, all reports are green. Happy hunting."" Lorne looked around to the CIC full of people at their stations, some of their faces he knew well. However there were new faces among them. Rooks straight out of War College io Caprica. People who had never seen action outside of simulation. However he was confident that they would manage to pull through in the end. After all their very survival depended on it and if he could not depend on his officers and his crew, there was no-one he could depend upon. He turned to his XO, a man he had only known for four years however he had quickly learned to trust and heavily depended upon. "Give me ship wide." A horn blew throughout the ship, letting everyone at their stations pause to listen to a message from the commander. He picked up the phone from off its hook and raised the microphone to his mouth.
"This is the Commander. Word has reached the admiralty about a world outside of the Colonies being used as a Cylon testing site. Several colonial refugee convoys have been lost in nearby space without even being able to let off a distress beacon. We will jump into a polar orbit above the planet and rendezvous with the Galactica and the Atlantia. Recon reports there are three enemy baystars in orbit, Galactica and the Columbia will move on a full frontal attack while the Atlantia will move in behind. I have faith in our ability to take on this mission, we're trained for this and we're ready after our time in drydock. Acton stations, prepare for combat jump." He put the phone down as the alarm began to ring through the ship. He turned to Phillips and nodded, as he then picked up the comms.
"All stations report in for combat jump, Navigation-""Go.""-Tactical-""Go.""-Combat-""Go.""-Damage Control-""Go.""-Medical-""Go""-Marine Teams-""Go.""-Viper Wings-""Go.""-Gunnery teams-""Go." Phillips turned back to Lorne. "- Ship reports ready to jump, sir.""Good, start the clock." There was a hum that shrunk as a navigation officer began counting down "Jumping in 5,4,3,2, Jump."
Usually a jump was instant, and it felt instant. Or rather you didn't really notice any passing in time you only really noticed a flashed and felt as if you had your intestines turned inside out as space was folded and you disappeared from one place and then instantly re-appeared in another. Though this time, for reasons beyond comprehension it didn't. With a wave of blue light in the ship they found themselves in orbit above a strange arctic world.