Disclaimer: BSG belongs to Glen Larson and the corporations respectively. Sorry I am uncertain who owns which rights at this time unfortunately it is not me. No infringement is intended and this is just a fan fiction for the author amusement and to hopefully entertain others.

Chapter 1: Prologue

Andrew Kronus ( a retired admiral from the Cylon War), held fast to the assumption that because no-one had heard from the Cylons for 40 years, that they were concentrating on building up their forces for an attack on the Colonies. The current leadership of the military refused to lend any credence to this, so when he had taken retirement, Andrew had used his families vast wealth to form the Militech Corporation to enable him to build up his own military force. For every 2 decommissioned ships Militech purchased, he would have one sent to Valhalla Anchorage to be refitted with the best hardware and technology available and be stored ready for activation within a moments notice.

Valhalla Anchorage was a large facility owned by Militech, with a permanent staffing of 5 thousand to man the munitions stores and dock facilities. Being a military contractor meant that there was a lot of the staff from the Colonial Military that were designated as being on detached duty. The location of the station was kept a secret and therefore was never entered into any computer databases.

Valhalla Anchorage – 3 weeks before Judgement Day

With a brief flash of light, a mighty battlestar emerged from it's FTL jump near the large space station owned by the Militech Corporation. The Battlestar Orpheus was the newest edition to the secret fleet amassed within the Valhalla nebulae. A Mercury class vessel that had been experiencing a whole myriad of computer malfunctions ever since it entered service. The Colonial Goverment had decided to scrap this troublesome ship and as such it had been sold to Militech.

"Comms, contact the station let them know we need a berth" Commander Mark Benedict called out across the CIC.

Colonel Karl Omega looked across the plot table at his CO. "How many ships does this make it that Kronus now has within his fleet?"

" With the addition of the Orpheus, I believe that the fleet now consists of 7 Battlestars, 5 Gunstars, 9 Firestars, 11 Guardian class destroyers, 15 Sentinel class frigates, 6 agro ships, 3 or 4 mining ships, a Viper production ship, a hospital ship and a refinery ship. That's not mentioning all the vipers, cobra's, raptor's and shuttles. All he needs is passenger vessels and he could move and protect a significantly large portion of the population should we ever encounter a worst case scenario"

The Colonel let out a low whistle as he slowly shook his head.

"Commander, One minute till docking in Alpha bay." announced the XO.

"Prepare mooring clamps" instructed the commander.

"Cut main thrusters, let our momentum take us in." said Benedict as he watched the forward monitor. "Helmsmen, station keeping thrusters in 5…4…3…2…1 NOW and lock mooring clamps." A small cheer let loose amongst the crew in the CIC, as the mooring clamps engaged. The Orpheus was finally at its new home and unknown to the Admiralty would be overhauled and ready for action again within a few days thanks to the advanced facilities operated by Militech.

As soon as the mighty Battlestar was securely connected to the docking arm and the airlock was opened, a small army of technicians rushed passed the Commander and his senior offices to begin work on the overhaul. As soon as he could Commander Benedict entered the station to meet with his counterpart and arrange R & R for his crew.

The meeting with Admiral Kronus was short and 2 weeks of R & R was arranged for everyone on board before the Orpheus would be taken out for it's first test cruise.

Valhalla Anchorage – Judgement Day.

Commander Benedict and Admiral Kronus had just finishing up a meeting to discuss the finalisation of the Orpheus's overhaul and it's intergartion within the growing Militech fleet.

"So... when Bill arrives back on Caprica, I am going to offer him a job here overseeing the training of the Battlestar crews" Kronus said.

"I'll never understand why he was never promoted to Admiral. Despite Galactica's age, Adama's kept her the most effective force in the fleet"

"Did you know that I tried to buy Galactica, but President Adar decided she would serve better as a museum. I bet old Bill's having kittens over that."

That brought about a chuckles from both men, only to be interupted by the stations communications systems.

"Admiral, we have received a priority one message from Picon Fleet HQ... It was transmitted in the clear, sir" a young ensign said.

"In the clear...that doesn't sound good. Ok Ensign Halle, put it on speakers"

Ensign Halle made the appropriate adjustments on her communications console.

"... Repeat. This is Picon Fleet Headquarters to all Colonial Fleet Units, Cylon attack under way. This is no drill. I repeat. This is Picon Fleet Headquarters to ..."