Twenty years after the Cylon War, a distress signal from the middle of dark space is intercepted by the Twelve Colonies. A small task force of aging ships and old bastards on the edge of retirement is sent to investigate and find out what happened for a distress signal to make its way through the vastness of the Comsos.
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Breaking the Veil (Commissioned NuBSG/BT crossover)
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Breaking the Veil (Shipping Ships)
Year: 1984C
Location: Caprica
"I'm so tired of the back and forth on all of this," Manakis complained, leaning over the lunch table. "Decommission these ships. No, never mind, don't decommission these ships. Just strip the weapons out of them and wipe the computers."
"We get paid the same either way," Patrick Gibbs shrugged, spooning hot soup into his mouth. "Hell, it's easier to just strip components and wipe computers than it is to do the full decommission or, gods forbid, having to mothball everything."
"It's the principle of the matter, Patrick!" Manakis protested, throwing his arms up. "The back and forth is unnecessary!"
"Manny," Patrick shook his head. "It's a pair of Orions, a Demeter, and a Defender. It's not like they're having us strip down an Artemis, a Jupiter, or a Loki. It'll all be over in a few weeks. Besides, this way we get to earn overtime."
"I suppose," Manakis sighed. "I'm just tired of seeing the old ships put to pasture, I guess."
"Then you should be happy we're not sending them to the scrap heap," Harper said, the older man setting his tray down beside Manakis and dipping some bread into his soup. "This way, they at least get to live a good while longer," Harper chewed thoughtfully. "Way I see it, this isn't a waste of taxpayer dollars like the old process was. I dunno about you two, but I hated seeing my part of my check going to the boneyards."
"At least the boneyards are a good source of spare parts for the ships we're keeping in service," Manakis replied. "We don't even know where these four are going."
"Probably bought and paid for by a corporation, if I had to guess," Patrick offered his opinion. "My daughter says the university is always sending out missions to look into things in deep space. Lotta space on some of those ships for all kinds of equipment."
"Maybe on the Defender," Manakis agreed. "But not on the other three classes we're stripping down. Those barely have the crew space for a hundred and fifty people. Two hundred in the case of the Demeter. The whole point of those ships was to pack tons of weapons on them in place of armor. Without the weapons, what's the point?"
"I guess we'll find out eventually," Patrick finished his soup. "I'm cutting my break short. Jamie's college ain't gonna pay for itself!"
"I think the government's working with the Cylons, selling them the old hulks and hoping that we're not paying attention," Harper said after a moment. "Giving the machines the chance to take a look at how we do things before they strike again."
"Harper," Manakis sighed again. "The Cylons helped us build most of these ships before they rebelled. They already know how they worked. Your meds are wearing off again."
Manakis reached into the old man's bag and pulled out a couple of pills.
"C'mon Harper, I want you back to your usual self before we head back out there."
Year: 1984C
Location: Caprica
"I'm so tired of the back and forth on all of this," Manakis complained, leaning over the lunch table. "Decommission these ships. No, never mind, don't decommission these ships. Just strip the weapons out of them and wipe the computers."
"We get paid the same either way," Patrick Gibbs shrugged, spooning hot soup into his mouth. "Hell, it's easier to just strip components and wipe computers than it is to do the full decommission or, gods forbid, having to mothball everything."
"It's the principle of the matter, Patrick!" Manakis protested, throwing his arms up. "The back and forth is unnecessary!"
"Manny," Patrick shook his head. "It's a pair of Orions, a Demeter, and a Defender. It's not like they're having us strip down an Artemis, a Jupiter, or a Loki. It'll all be over in a few weeks. Besides, this way we get to earn overtime."
"I suppose," Manakis sighed. "I'm just tired of seeing the old ships put to pasture, I guess."
"Then you should be happy we're not sending them to the scrap heap," Harper said, the older man setting his tray down beside Manakis and dipping some bread into his soup. "This way, they at least get to live a good while longer," Harper chewed thoughtfully. "Way I see it, this isn't a waste of taxpayer dollars like the old process was. I dunno about you two, but I hated seeing my part of my check going to the boneyards."
"At least the boneyards are a good source of spare parts for the ships we're keeping in service," Manakis replied. "We don't even know where these four are going."
"Probably bought and paid for by a corporation, if I had to guess," Patrick offered his opinion. "My daughter says the university is always sending out missions to look into things in deep space. Lotta space on some of those ships for all kinds of equipment."
"Maybe on the Defender," Manakis agreed. "But not on the other three classes we're stripping down. Those barely have the crew space for a hundred and fifty people. Two hundred in the case of the Demeter. The whole point of those ships was to pack tons of weapons on them in place of armor. Without the weapons, what's the point?"
"I guess we'll find out eventually," Patrick finished his soup. "I'm cutting my break short. Jamie's college ain't gonna pay for itself!"
"I think the government's working with the Cylons, selling them the old hulks and hoping that we're not paying attention," Harper said after a moment. "Giving the machines the chance to take a look at how we do things before they strike again."
"Harper," Manakis sighed again. "The Cylons helped us build most of these ships before they rebelled. They already know how they worked. Your meds are wearing off again."
Manakis reached into the old man's bag and pulled out a couple of pills.
"C'mon Harper, I want you back to your usual self before we head back out there."