by schmloof
It won't take much longer.
"The FTL drives are nearly spooled up," Lt. Gaeta declares, "Five minutes."
You don't know if you've got that long. You glance at the Admiral, then around the con. Brows are furrowed everywhere.
Suddenly, an alarm sounds.
A small but sharp voice pierces through the horn. "Radiological signature detected! The Cylons have a nuke! Estimated time until we're in range -- two minutes!"
The Admiral is firm in his response. "Then prepare one of ours. We'll have to get them before they get us."
It's not much longer when Lt. Dualla begins the countdown. "We'll be in range in 10... 9... 8 --"
Suddenly a ship of an impossibly pure white appears in between Galactica and the basestar. A strange voice cuts in immediately. "Please, human and Cylon both, we ask that you end this war. There is more to this universe than you know, and we need your assistance. I ask for an immediate ceasefire. There is much more at stake here than your trivial war."
Silence.
Lt. Dualla is the first to speak. "Sir? We are well within range. The Cylons haven't closed their weapon hatches. What are your orders?"
The Admiral makes no response. Finally, he speaks with purpose.
"Fire."
The nuke hurtles toward the basestar but not before you notice the Cylons retreating. "Sir! The Cylons have lowered their weapons!"
It's too late. With the nuke moving at such a torrid pace, it will be over in no time.
Something moves in your periphery. The white ship has moved in the path of the nuke! The nuke slams into it, blasting Galactica with blinding light. As the ship tumbles through space, getting hit with shockwave after shockwave, you think you see another Galactica through the window. It surely must be a trick of the light, you think to yourself as you descend into darkness.