“Purge the buffer!” Agathon roared over the klaxons. “Manual overrides, now!”
In the early days of the First Cylon War, survival depended on the —the tactical grid that allowed the Colonial Fleet to counter the Cylon’s superior processing power. The fleet was desperate for any advantage, and a "free download" of experimental targeting code from a civilian research station seemed like a godsend.
The Daidalos lurched as its broadside batteries finally spoke, filling the vacuum with flak. They had survived the digital trap, but the lesson was carved into the hull: in the Deadlock, nothing is ever truly free.
“It’s a cracked transmission,” she muttered to Commander Agathon. “Labeled But it’s not from High Command.”