The Battlestars of Equestria

GET YOUR FUCKING ASSES ON THE HANGAR DECK.

Day 159th of the Exodus. Day one of the Unity

Everyone in Alpha Hangar stood up. Engineers, pilots, soldiers and even the civilians. Since when did they allow civilian personnel inside military zones? Wait. How the fuck did I know? Ugh. Yeah, yeah. You got me. I'm one of those people slacking off as if nothing happened.

The Officers were making their inspections. The Vipers, the Raptors, upgrades, parts and our damn standard clothes for the military. I heard that they closed down Dogsville on Beta Hangar. Which angered most of the pilots on Beta and Echo Squadron. Later, both of the members on the Squadrons were put into detention. Everyone had their asses up. With the officers showing their tough looks at the trainees. Senior Pilots including me would stay with the stone face kind of expression. The rest would either shiver or salute as if they were never afraid of getting their ranks ripped off.

Gallagher got his eyes on us first before the nuggets. He's disappointed about the lack of senior pilots and that more of us needing to train these fucking nuggets. Supplies from the Colossus that required boost of morale came this morning. But I never got to get what I needed to draw my damn paper.

Geez. Can I get a pencil AFTER this inspection?

I was surprised about Gallagher smiling at the girls up there. Yeah. From the upper decks. We all see them in groups and they're all pilots. I can't call names on one of them. But Lieutenant "Tavia" is part of the group up there. Funny that she's not smiling like the rest of her friends. I think that she wants this inspection done like I do. I don't see the point why we need inspections every 2 weeks. And count how many goddamn pilots do we have?

Well the marine corps of the Battlestars are just police forces for the fleet. Any riots on the civilian sectors? They rush in with their boot up in your ass. Funny that they are armed just as heavily as the Cylon Centurians. But there's a black market thing going on to the Colossus so I think that's the reason why.

Gallagher faced us. Senior Pilots. And I was just second to be counted on the line just to see the Admiral pleased with the presence of ours here. Looking at us every second. But he extended his stare at me. I don't know why. Does he like me and I know that he's gay? No no no. Gallagher's different. He's glad that I'm still alive. What scared me is that he placed his hand on my shoulder. Saying this in his low tone.

"I'm glad that you are alive Captain Thorne. Of all the Pilots I have here, YOU are the only pilot with heavily trained experience."

He took off and checked the other senior pilots. Some wandered about what the Admiral told me. I didn't smile. But I was glad that I wasn't gonna get demoted or anything. The officers sees me slacking off in the halls. Forgetting the drills. But hey, I'm present when it comes to training nuggets like those poor assholes on the left starboard.

The Senior Pilots were dismissed by Colonel Tauron. Another tough guy who always smirks who thinks that this battle is a cakewalk. Tauron's physical features is bigger than of the Admiral's. Like the senior officers, he's a decorated veteran in the First Cylon War. And unlike the Admiral, he's known to be the Colonial Fleet's best XO.

The reason he didn't got promoted to the ranks of the Admirals is the incident on Cairo. Two weeks before the Fall of the Colonies. He had a bar fight with the Colonial Councilor Saul Tyrons. Who lives in Caprica. I think the Councilor charged him with assaulting a major member of the Colonies. Then two weeks later, that didn't matter. Tyrons, like the others, are just buckets that are empty wanting to be filled with love.

No one really gives a shit about the Colonel. But Tyrons is strict as hell, he sometimes give cold and questionable orders to us if Gallagher wasn't present. Nagala's death put Tyrons in temporary command. It was worse. Total chaos. Tyrons doesn't know how to handle anything in the ship. Plus the Colossus CO is Commander Petrons. How can a Commander outrank a Colonel?

Gallagher stepped out of retirement and rejoined the Colonial Military through the legal processing of papers and documents. He kept it on his bag at all times. Because he's got a plan and Tyrons don't. We all hate Tyrons, but Gallagher never did. Because he beilieved that Tyrons is a good commanding officer just like him.

Lancer gathered up the pilots to the meeting room. Giving reconnaissance briefing. Same details in the last 5 days. Trust me. I even memorized whatever the fuck he says. Because he's got a paper and I do too.

"...Same detail guys. Lead reconnaissance. Raptor pilots! Oh, it's going to be Hunter and Tavia. You lovebirds are going to do full recon ahead. See if you can find anything." Lancer flipped the pages of the papers he have.

"Can't you pick any pilots instead of me being with Hunter?"

Wow. I barely even know Tavia. Now you hate me?

"Sorry sweetie," Lancer, being a flirt-ish asshole. Oh yeah, fuck you Lancer. "Every pilots took a turn. I don't even know if the nuggets know how to operate the Raptor that well. You two are going to full reconnaissance. You got complains? Say that to the other pilots. Be sure that you have your IRS beacon active. Because once you disabled it and you're Raptor is fucked up. We will never try a single rescue mission for both of you. You know what happened to Lieutenant Backster right?"

Goddamit Lancer, reminding that guy again? You know how he floats in space. His pants wet. He fucking pissed. Forgot his helmet and opened the hatch by accident. Backster did Recon four days ago. We found him in space lead training for the nuggets. I think it was Ensign Barclay who found him while he disobeyed direct orders from Lancer.

I came down to the lockers room of the ship. Getting my personal helmet and switching patches from Charlie Squadron to Recon Corps. We have rules now. They made patches of what Corps you are in. If they send you in recon, you change patches. If they send you out there to battle. You change your patches. If you got no time to change. That means that the ship REALLY needs you out there.

I put on my standard pilot clothing with the Recon Corps patch. With the M75 pistol on my holster. Looking at myself through the small mirror I placed in my locker. Shutting it. That's when I saw Tavia zipping her pilot clothing. Her patch is placed on her shoulder-guard. I looked away, not trying to show that I'm a fucking pervert like the rest of the boys on the lockers.

"They should have picked another pilot that I'm stuck with."

I looked back at her. Not pleased about what she said. "Maybe you should have not been a pilot for the Colonial Military in the first place."

"Haha," She takes out her helmet from her locker. Shutting it tight with the locks on. Six combination codes instead of four like the usual. "It would be fine if I was with Lancer. Maybe Taggart too."

"Hey, if you're here to embarrass me. You're welcome to enter the detention block. Until then, you're stuck with me. Major Lancer doesn't want us to be together. But he's just an asshole for welcoming us as birds for the fleet." I walked away as soon as I said that to Tavi. The Locker Room became an empty room as she just looked at me while I was heading down to the hangar.

"Asshole."

I prepped the Raptor on the Alpha Hangar ready. Going to launch it out of the hangar as soon as the hangar's doors are open. Tavia seems pissed. Even when she's operating the consoles for the Raptor. I didn't care. I just looked forward and operated the Raptor ahead of the two Battlestars. Then I jumped the Raptor out of the area to make a forward reconnaissance.

Jump or Jumped are two words when we warp out or in the area.

And I get stuck with a chick that seems to be pissed at me.

Flight Reconnaissance

Day 159th, 13:55 Hours

Eleventh Reconnaissance Run of the Battlestar Endeavor Recon Corps

I put the Raptor's hydraulics back online. The warp jump was a little off as it got an edgy jump away from the Battlestars. Just as I know, I looked at the DRADIS. It's picking up a large globe within it's range. And as I kept on pressing the buttons for the stabilization and monitoring feed for both the console section and the front. I looked up to see something on the way. I slowed down the Raptor. Not believing on what I'm seeing now.

"Tavi, I'm seeing something."

"Another asteroid..." She sighed, I can see that negative expression on her face when I looked back. She checked the monitor feed from the visual device below the Raptor. "Move 2000 meters, slow."

"Slow?" I questioned, looking at the DRADIS Radar that there were not Raiders on the area. "Why are we going to move slow? I thought you want this done. Plus there aren't any Cylons on the area either."

"Last thing I need from a pilot is a bodybag." She was serious about what she said there. She said it straight. No matter how high my rank was to bust her ass up on Detention. "Looks like there's a series of rocks floating here. I scanned each of them. No Tylium or anything. But I can scan water on some of the asteroid rocks."

I moved the Raptor close to the Asteroid Belt. I can see a planet that's partially red. Somehow there's no life because there aren't any signs of clouds, greens, blues or anything. I sighed, we kept seeing planets that has valuable resources for both Battlestars. But none of the planets seems to be more suitable for settlement.

We did found one habitable planet. But it was too hot. What we did there was just to harvest food and water from the Third Algae Planet we found. No Cylons on that system either. That happened in the 71st Day. The day that we totally lost all the morale before the Colossus collected the supplies and managed them in the 75th.

I scanned the entire area again. Bingo. Lots of water in those asteroids. A few useful resources like Iron or Metal but I'm glad that there aren't any Cylons on the area. Not a single radar on the DRADIS radar. They've upgraded the CNP system that's invulnerable to any hacking that the Cylon would attempt.

There you go, the CNP system was created to upgrade our DRADIS and systems to max. But the Cylons used the CNP as somewhat, err.. A program to shut every warships and fighters powered by it. We watched the horror how the Cylons did it. But the Colossus saved us from destruction on the 6th day when our CNP was shut down.

Endeavor during the Fall of the Colonies was under a sweep order called by our original CO. What we did was scan the sector for any possible Cylon forces that would trespass through our colonial territory. We got nothing. By the time we were on our way back to Caprica. We were attacked by the Cylons and the goddamn Battlestar took a massive hit from two Baseships. The Colossus saved us, having a few fighters with them and the CNP quickly disabled and replaced it with a less-modernized chip used by the Colossus. We wondered how the Colossus survived. But they survived the attack because they haven't got the CNP installed to their Battlestar yet. We lost 748 men during the ambush on the Sixth Day. That's the day where we also learned that the Colonies have fallen.

I can't believe how the Cylons made turkeys out of the Vipers we sent out there for patrol. 14 dead. Including Lieutenant Barbossa from Caprica. His wife was expecting him to come back home. But she died during the Fall and then his husband.

"Hey!, focus." Tavia shouted. Sounds like she found something from her console. "We need to check that red planet for any signs of life."

"There aren't any." I said. "I don't see blues, greens or whites on the planet. It's a dead planet. Call it the Red planet. Looks red. Just barely. Plus I've scanned the belt. Lots of water."

"Right, I'm sending the coordinates to the small ships to harvest those." She typed in the coordinates on her console. "We need to continue the recon until we've scanned the entire sector in full."

Damn you Tavia, there's nothing here. I want to go home.

"Fine...I'm going through the Asteroid Belt. Twenty aces, speed ahead." I pulled the small lever to release the lock. Making the Raptor free from it's inside anchor. That's what you call focused stop.

We passed through the Asteroid belt. Carefully going through as we try to avoid the asteroids on the way. It took me three minutes just to make move and stops in the belt. Once we're out, my DRADIS Radar picks up the planet. Showing circle in the upper right corner. I looked back at Tavia, she seems busy. THINKING. I MEAN, WHAT THE FUCK. TYPE SOMETHING YOU BITCH-

"Found something."

I was about to yell loud about being impatient and all. But she finally said something. She found something. Oh great, what did you found? A fucking rock with water? A fucking rock with Tylium? Anything? Fucking piece of sh-

"Life."

Well I became silent in my mind there. My mouth was ready to shout it out. Fire loads of words at Tavia like I seriously want to gut that bitch out with the knife on my tac-shoulder. I looked at the DRADIS Radar if she was right about it.

"There's no other planet on my visual Tavia. Plus the Red Planet there has no life. Did you checked the scans earlier?"

She sighed. I think she didn't expect me to say that nor be stupid about what I said about the Red Planet. No. She didn't scanned that. And I forgot that she told me that she's going to do a full scan with the DRADIS' CNP's maximum range. I moved the Raptor 300 meters away from the current position I am on. Then there's something dark behind the Red Planet. Too far. Just.. Too far out.

"Even if we go to your scanned target. We'll be out of fuel and may never get back to the Endeavor."

"I did call for harvesters didn't I?"

I rolled my eyes, sighing. The fuck was I saying? Of course we have harvesters coming. "How long will they get here?"

"I've calculated FTL patterns on the last jumps. Two hours. Stuck with you in 2 hours. Now, we may not have enough fuel to get back to the Battlestars. But we have enough fuel to regroup with the harvesters later on." She typed in the navigational trajectory towards the targeted area. "We need to go to the tagged area."

"You owe me 300 cubits."

"Like the money is important these days." Tavia looked at me. Feeling displeased about that I'm with her on this recon mission. "The Colonies have fallen Hunter. The only ones left alive is us. The people in the Battlestar. Those people in the harvesters. Cubits aren't gonna be useful anymore. It's just going to be those trading systems from the old age. They give you toothbrush, I give them toothpaste. Simple as that."

"Wow, like you give a shit about the Colonies. Don't you have any relatives in Caprica?"

"They're dead."

I stopped taking out words at her. I looked back on where we are now. Close to the Red Planet. I looked down again from above if there were any signs of life. There was none. I was right. I looked back at Tavia but she got no initial reactions about this. So I left the area by getting to where Tavia tagged her targeted coordinates are.

This recon missions is kind of boring. Not that I really want an action that involves the Cylons. But there's no fun without your other companion being fun too. I'm not saying that I want to have like a thing with her. But she's so damn cold. Even mean. Heck. I don't know who's mean. Me? Or her? I wouldn't say who's meaner. But she's just too, complicated. She lost her family. I lost my family. Cubits aren't important anymore? Why bother having the Colossus with us? She forgot about that damn Battlestar modified for both Military and Civilian Personnel. While the Endeavor is actually a modified warship. They send raptors to give the supplies to us. For morale. Which, morale is still at risk of getting lower. Because we can't sleep from this tiring exodus thing. We just want to go home. Feel the fresh air like the Algae Planet. Walk around and do whatever we want like in Caprica. But no. Cylons just attacked us without warning and that's bullshit. FUBAR.

I sighed. Remembering those horrible days during the Exodus. It wasn't a month long after the narrow escape of both the Endeavor and Colossus from the Cheytari Star System. It's so tiring. We're all goddamn tired. And we have to take the White Pills to keep ourselves awake. The civilians get their rest. Even the marines. Lucky goddamn nuggets. Not us Senior Pilots.

"Ping!"

I looked at the DRADIS Radar. I saw one dot and it's unknown. Like some ship or fighter might be stuck in this useless star system. I moved the Raptor ahead. Slowly moving there to be cautious. Because I don't want to see if the Radar would show up as if it detected a cylon. I'm not gonna risk myself for that. I make the Raptor move until I can see what's making a ship bing.

Bingo. It's a damaged Raptor.

"It's a Colonial Raptor. It has a different Battlestar Group."

"Can you get closer?"

Closer? Fuck no. Might be a cylon trap. In the 55th day, we lost four vipers while we investigate the wreckage of a civilian cargo vessel. Six vipers including mine killed off those damn raiders. We counted bodies. Numbers of the people alive. The sick. Even the injured. We got more counts for the dead rather than the injured.

"I'm moving close. Slowly. I can see the Raptor breached. Large crack in it's glassing."

I looked around from the Raptor for any rocks that might make the Raiders be invisible for the moment. No. There wasn't anything to cover themselves up. The Red Planet maybe a good guess. But I don't think the Cylons found this system yet. Because the Raptor didn't get hit by the Cylons. The Engines somewhat, is a bust.

"Raptor's engine damaged. Looks like the glassing is breached. I don't see any pilots inside yet."

Tavia made sure that there weren't any raiders. By scanning deep using the CNP's mass mode. That's looking through the rocks. We use that a few times if there were raiders behind on any small to big rocks. We didn't used it in the 55th day of the ambush. Because the CNP wasn't upgraded that time yet. We just happen to upgrade it by finding the Solar Carrier. Which was full of upgrades and that the eggheads were able to upgrade the CNP to every Raptors.

We didn't allow them to add the CNP system to our Vipers when they detached it. Because there's still a risk that our fighters might get shut down remotely by those Cylons. So we used the modern chip from the Viper MKIIIs. Forget that, I turned on the searchlight and aimed it at the breached Raptor. Looking at it closer as I moved the Raptor.

Boom. A pilot's body is floating.

"Bingo. Dead pilot. And I'm giving you the visual to see the patch of the pilot." I directed the camera to zoom in to the pilot. Tavia has her eyes on it. I looked back, and she has that face that I would not believe. She's shocked.

"It's a pilot from Galactica."

"What?"

I can't believe it. Galactica? I don't know. Raptors were built in the First Cylon War and upgraded after the war. I don't think pilots in Galactica would be present on this day. Because that aging battlestar was sent to Caprica to be decommissioned. A museum piece. I visited it. Learned the history of the First Cylon War. It wasn't bad. But I don't think this pilot from Galactica is alive. I took off the belt and stood up. Going to the back of the Raptor and check the visual of the monitor feed.

"This pilot from Galactica. It's dead. But it's not skeletal. I can see blood from his suit. Looks like he got here recently and one of the small asteroids hit his Raptor. Making his Raptor float around."

"Looks like the museum ship came back to attention. We need to tell Endeavor and Colossus about this."

"Yeah." She checked the logs of the Raptor inside. She was surprised that her guess was right. The logs were all recent.

BATTLESTAR GALACTICA

RAPTOR TWO-FOUR-SEVEN | SECOND RAPTOR CORPS

Day 155

Orders from Commander Adama. EXECUTE PROTOCOL D9628BTWAZ

Lieutenant Pixar Locus. You will be taking a Raptor to the unknown star system through the Centauri System. We've been attacked by two Cylon Baseships on the Colonial Fleet since Day 88. The President of the Twelve Colonies, Laura Roslin wants an immediate reconnaissance through the Centauri system while we make a flee through the Icar System. Report back to Galactica once you have found a planet that is suitable for colonization.

I have been informed that the system you are about to enter is just the same as the old system from Earth. I'm assuming that you can get back here once you found a planet instead of Earth. Make sure the Cylons do not detect this planet.

-Commander William Adama

-CO of the Battlestar Galactica and it's Fleet

"This was four days ago. We're not alone. They have a fleet Hunter. A fleet of civilian ships."

I was surprised. We aren't alone on this shit after all. There were many others that survived in the Exodus. Including the President of the Twelve Colonies? I never heard of Laura Roslin before. And Commander William Adama sounds similar. I only know him in the decommissioning ceremony held in Caprica before hell happened. Adama must be the veteran pilot from the First Cylon War.

"Right. Are we going to the designated target you just sent on DRADIS or you want to stop here and get back to the battlestar?" I asked. Looking at her.

"No. We left the coordinates and give it to the Admiral." She looked back at me. Then looking back at the console and typing FTL coordinates. "We're going back to the Battlestars to get them here."

"Great.. You want to risk two Battlestars in a system we haven't made recon?" I moved back to the cockpit. Sitting down in the pilot's seat. As I move the Raptor back to aim at the Asteroid Belt. "Alright, FTL's spinning up and ready."

"It's not about the risks we're talking." Tavia typed in her notes on the console. Leaving marks on the area including the damaged Raptor in space. "It's about getting two warships here to make a full scan on this entire system. Endeavor has an advanced Radar System right?"

"It's a Mercury Class Battlestar." I sighed. "Of course it's advanced. Powered up by the CNP to make it's range increased. You really want to see that two battlestars scans the entire system and then end up seeing Cylons jumping and surrounding us?"

"Don't think of that. There aren't any cylons here. The Raptor outside was damaged by the rocks from the Asteroid Belt. Don't think something hopeless and negative Hunter."

"Fine. Jump.. On my mark........Mark!" I pressed the red button to make the Raptor warp out of the system. The pulse of getting back to the warships was instant. I had my hands on the controls and my legs locked tight. Once the jump sequence was complete. I looked back to see if Tavia is alright. And she is. Now I can see the two Battlestars just close to us.

15:30 Hours

Battlestar Remnant Group

End of Reconnaissance. Seventh Turn

I docked the Raptor to the Landing Bay of the Endeavor once we've arrived. Getting the hell out of the Raptor as me and Tavia were already in. Fresh air from the ship. Well. Whatever oxygen is left inside. Lasting about 80 years that is. The air is a little bad though. I decided to go to the locker room and place my helmet there for a while.

Then Tavia shows up. "Come on. Admiral wants to see us in CIC.". She left with the data packet on her hand. As I sighed and couldn't do anything but to follow her instead. Making a few turns from the tight hallways as I make my way through to the CIC. Once I arrived, I can see Gallagher pleased about Tavia's reports. I saluted once I arrived.

"At ease Captain. You found a system along with Lieutenant Tavia?"

"She's a bit-" I cut those words. Tavia had her eyes on me. Displeased what I was going to say. "Well.. We did sir. We found a damaged raptor outside. Says it's Galactica."

"I know son," He gave the datapacket to one of the officers in CIC. "The old lday in Galactica launched by Commander Adama. A friend. Reports says on the log in the damaged Raptor indicates that the Galactica is with a civilian fleet?"

"That is correct sir." Tavia said. She guided the coordinates of the system through the interface of some "Futuristic" table. "We've arrived on this unknown system. Unnamed and the Eggheads are guessing it now. We sent harvesters to collect resources on the asteroid belt."

"What do you say about this Captain?" Gallagher looked at me. Wanting me to answer. As I was the only Senior Officer with Excellent skills. Hey. Not bragging about it.

"I'd say we found a glitch in the Galaxy." I said.

He chuckled. Pleased about what I said. "Always those corny words Captain? You are getting older."

Excuse me. YOU are.

"Now, regardless about that Civilian Fleet with Galactica. You said that there is anyway, a possible life on one of the planets that you scanned Lieutenant?"

"Sir," She cleared her throat with a little Erhm. I just looked at the two. Trying to amuse myself if they would make a perfect pair. "Sir I think that there is one planet that is habitable that I tagged when me and the Captain were at the Red Planet. A dead planet he named. I left a mark beacon on the Damaged Raptor for the two Battlestars to jump there sir."

"Is the recon ensured of no Cylons in the system?"

"The damaged Raptor isn't attacked by Cylons. It was hit by one of the rocks on the Asteroid Belt." I said. Helping Tavia here about the reports and the things I saw PERSONALLY.

"Good. No Cylons means we can jump there anytime we want. I'll call the Colossus Commander to make a sync jump to that system. In the meantime, I'll be sending raptors to find the Colonial Fleet of Adama. Lieutenant Vixen! Coordinate jump on selected coordinates. Sync with Colossus for a joint-jump on XX Star System."

"Yes sir." Vixen types in the codes and coordinates. As the other officers do their duties to make the sync possible with Colossus. "FTL spinning up. Jump syncing is done. Colossus and Endeavor can now jump together."

"Set Condition Two throughout the group." As the alarms glowing yellow instead of red on the sides. Illuminating the dark corners of the CIC. "Prepare for jump on my mark."

Vixen nods.

"Mark."

As the signal was given. The sounds of warping out of the area as Colossus and Endeavor jumped out on their current location. The shake I felt inside. The instance of the jump made almost everyone fall down as it was a little hard. A forced jump. I can see the Red Planet as named on DRADIS and the monitoring feed.

"Status?" Gallagher asked. Straight.

"We can see the Galactica Raptor on DRADIS. But no sign of Cylon Baseships or Raiders on the area."

"Set Condition Three. Tell Colossus to start getting their harvesters back to their Battlestar. I want Twelve Raptors out of this Battlestar for scanning. Six advanced recon, six armed with missiles and Sixteen Vipers outside to make sure that we are protected."

"Yes sir." Vixen sent in the orders as he opened the comms to the ship. "Condition Three. All clear. But orders from Admiral Gallagher. Alert Fighters deploy."

"That means you two." Gallagher looked at us and given us the order. Me and Tavia salutes. Leaving the CIC as we move down to get in to our fighters.

I head back to the locker room to get my helmet. Getting my sidearm as a means of protection. Then heading to the hangar deck to get into my viper and pushed into the launch tubes. I looked at the officer through the mirror. Giving a thumbs up to launch my viper out of the Battlestar. As I feel the pull of the launch tube launching me out of the Battlestar. I was free. I am on my fighter. And I am leading the Alert Fighters to escort Six Raptors in Recon.

"Vipers, this is Hunter. Your Captain for today. Orders are simple. Protect Recon Raptors from possible enemy attacks. That means the bucketheads Stark."

"Roger that sir." Stark's viper forming up with us. "What are our orders today?"

Godsdammit. Are you pissing me off this early Stark?! "Haven't you heard? Protect Recon Raptors from possible enemy attacks. Keep that in your mind Stark. Remember. Do not hesitate if you see enemy targets."

"Roger that Captain..." Stark replied through the comms.

The Squadron moves in to escort Six Recon Raptors. On the way to the dot that Tavia marked. I don't think that this planet she marked would have life. But I can see a little planet that's colored in gray. The Raptors were on it's way there. Moving forward to where it is. I lead the Vipers the way, as I want to maintain formation with the Raptors.

You might ask about what type of Vipers we are using. Yeah. The Endeavor has stocked Viper MK VIIs while the Colossus has mixed. With their dominant numbers being the Viper MKIIIs and a few Viper MK VIIs. Along with Civilian Modified Raptors and Transport Ships. You want to ask what viper I'm using? The MK VII Version of the Viper.

We passed through the damaged Raptor and passed by the Red Planet. Now. Moving towards the pinged planet as tagged by my cold pilot. We can see... A moon? Yeah. No shit-

Moon?

Is she right about having a planet with moons? No. Every planet has moons. We just don't see it because were just that fucking lazy. Even with our own eyes. There was only one moon as we passed by in full speed. Uncloaking something from the shadows as we see blues from a planet afar.

"This is Talon 2-2. Are you getting this?"

The voices of the pilots on their Raptors sounded like they were surprised. Of what? What are they surprised of? I kept my focus on following the lead raptor as the others would follow as well.

"Talon 2-1. Possible life on the tagged planet. I can see blues and greens. Even whites."

..No. No shit. They're joking right? No no no.

"Talon 2-1 this is Talon 2-3. Confirmed. Planet is confirmed with life and is lighted by the sun of the system. Repeat. Planet is confirmed to be habitable."

Holy shit. Some of the pilots laughed as they were glad that they found a planet with life. I hope it isn't hot as the Algae Planet. Boy, that planet is extremely hot. Collecting resources and that. It took us days to refresh and literally deplete the water tanks on the lower sections. But oh my god. After weeks and battles have passed...

We found a new home.