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The flight deck crew of the Battlestar Galactica congregate over the now shot-up and deceased Caprican Centurion laying down on its side flight deck... they see the original battered cylon with wary eyes and ready hammers and wrenches eventhough it had ceased to function when its Viper was shot up and he was deactivated by the sudden impact upon that Colonial Viper's wing....

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“Is it dead?” Cally asked, equal parts curiosity and disgust in her voice. Like a schoolboy faced with a dead squirrel she courageously prodded the deformed Centurion with her boots.

“It was never alive to begin with. And yes, the toaster is most assuredly dead. The marines emptied a couple of mags into the thing before letting anyone near it.” Tyrol answered as he pushed his way past the throng of people to stand right in the middle of the group, one boot resting on the centurion’s chest, like triumphant hunter.

“I know what you’re all wondering, and yes, it’s a Cylon, yes, its dead, and yes, we pulled the thing from a viper engine . More importantly, what I’m wondering is WHY THE FRAK you’re taking a FRAKING BREAK and not working on our GODS DAMN VIPERS!” Tyrol bellowed, making a waving gesture at the unattended, partially disassembled Mark-Sevens sitting along the flight-deck.

Like a pack of rats escaping a sinking ship the group scurried away, heading back towards their respective Vipers.

“Thought so.” Tyrol muttered .......

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Thankfully he hadn’t been forced to send any of his people to help with hauling ordinance from the supply-tender Galactica had docked with, he really couldn’t spare the people.

The Fleet had shifted into full “hurry the frak up!” mode.

“Get those Longbolt-missiles from my flighdeck, does it look like we have any fraking Mauraders here!?”

TBC

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Characters © NBC/Universal
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Description
As seen from the last one
lexikimble.deviantart.com/art/…

The flight deck crew of the Battlestar Galactica congregate over the now shot-up and deceased Caprican Centurion laying down on its side flight deck... they see the original battered cylon with wary eyes and ready hammers and wrenches eventhough it had ceased to function when its Viper was shot up and he was deactivated by the sudden impact upon that Colonial Viper's wing....

--excerpt--
forums.spacebattles.com/thread…

....

“Is it dead?” Cally asked, equal parts curiosity and disgust in her voice. Like a schoolboy faced with a dead squirrel she courageously prodded the deformed Centurion with her boots.

“It was never alive to begin with. And yes, the toaster is most assuredly dead. The marines emptied a couple of mags into the thing before letting anyone near it.” Tyrol answered as he pushed his way past the throng of people to stand right in the middle of the group, one boot resting on the centurion’s chest, like triumphant hunter.

“I know what you’re all wondering, and yes, it’s a Cylon, yes, its dead, and yes, we pulled the thing from a viper engine . More importantly, what I’m wondering is WHY THE FRAK you’re taking a FRAKING BREAK and not working on our GODS DAMN VIPERS!” Tyrol bellowed, making a waving gesture at the unattended, partially disassembled Mark-Sevens sitting along the flight-deck.

Like a pack of rats escaping a sinking ship the group scurried away, heading back towards their respective Vipers.

“Thought so.” Tyrol muttered .......

........
Thankfully he hadn’t been forced to send any of his people to help with hauling ordinance from the supply-tender Galactica had docked with, he really couldn’t spare the people.

The Fleet had shifted into full “hurry the frak up!” mode.

“Get those Longbolt-missiles from my flighdeck, does it look like we have any fraking Mauraders here!?”

TBC

Art © me
Characters © NBC/Universal
commission -