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 Post subject: Episode 9 - Needful Things
PostPosted: Fri Jul 14, 2006 10:23 pm 
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Last time on BattleStar Libra

The fleet suffered an outbreak of the flu; luckily it was caught soon enough and a quarantine put into effect to stop it from becoming a fleet wide infection. This left 4 ships only to suffer: Libra, Perseus, Palatine and Demeter. The fleet at its weakest was then attacked by cylons, forcing the fleet to jump to new coordinates.

People started to get better and the quarantine was lifted. Perseus, plagued with problems and a saboteur, had lost much of its food supplies when said saboteur messed around with the climate control. In the past few days a few ships in the fleet got together to chip in and help resupply the destroyer.

The food supply is in the first stages of going thin.

Meanwhile on Astral Dawn, Liza Liala has received a list of all surviving members of all levels of Colonial government. She has decided to call a meeting with them some time soon, to start working on the formation of a new government for the surviving fleet. The only problem is the only surviving member of the government with any real experience is a retired mayor.

On the Libra, Major Riley, MarDet commander has decided to call back the marine bodyguards; he is just waiting for the right time to give the order.

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BY PERSEUS

Day 24,
0834 CUT,
Perseus

Johnny Ferguson had been aboard Perseus for about two months prior to the attacks, and as someone as low on the ladder as he was, he naturally got the tasks nobody else wanted to do. Not exactly what he had had in mind when entering the Colonial Fleet...
Today it was counting. Counting boxes, to be precise.

Some days before, the Environmental Control had gone haywire and shut off the refrigerators, so Perseus had lost all fresh food. To compensate for that, the Colonel had arranged several shuttles from one of the civvie ships to come over and bring fresh food for those whose job was to protect the fleet....too bad the pilots had only transported all these goods without filling out any forms!
And because of that, Johnny Ferguson was going through the first of three rooms that had been stacked full without any outward sign of organization.

When he just wanted to lift one of the boxes though, he thought he saw something scurry away...and the same thing after he took up the next box. Being curious, Johnny took up yet another box and finally got a good look on what was there.

A Caelifera! But how...?

It was a good thing that Johnny Ferguson had been the one to count the food boxes, cause someone without his extensive agricultural background most probably wouldn't have wasted another thought on a bug like that, but Johnny had been raised with his Grandma teaching him all she knew about the Caelifera. She'd always said that she had a feeling Johnny might need it sometime...and today he did.

With a start, he sprinted towards the next phone and called CIC.

["This is CIC, Baker speaking?"]

"Captain Baker Sir! This is Specialist Johnny Ferguson...I joust found a Califera bug between some boxes we got from the civvies...we will have to check EVERY box to make sure these bugs won't reproduce..."

"Very well then Specialist...get it started!"

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Quarantine barrier

The woman in coveralls carrying a toolbox was very much in a hurry, and also very attractive.

“Hey sweet thing,” Daniel Mathison said with a provocative smile. “Where’s the fire?”

The woman swung her gaze toward him and her lovely long brown hair quickly followed suit. “The name is Andrea, and I’m in a hurry pal,” she replied with an extremely disapproving look. “Please skip the usual lewd conduct and try and be a professional for a minute – there’s a line of people waiting behind me and I’ve got equipment to fix over here.”

“But I wanna talk to yoooouuuu…” Mathison persisted, reaching out a hand toward her face.

She pulled away in disgust and placed her toolbox on the counter between them, quickly opening it. “Would you please get your ass in gear and do your damn job?” Andrea said with growing annoyance.

“Yeah buddy,” the man in line behind Andrea said irritably. “She’s not the only one that has a shuttle to catch when she’s done with her work. So move us along already!”

“I would get my ass in gear, but it’s not near as pretty as Andrea’s…” Daniel said with a hearty laugh. He glanced in her toolbox. “As long as you’ve got no food with you you’re in…” he said, opening the gate and letting her through. As she walked past him he reached out and grabbed her butt with one hand. “Feels pretty too,” he leered at her.

Daniel never saw the toolbox coming, but he did see stars and then eventually the ceiling. As he lay flat on his back contemplating the fact that Andrea had just clubbed him with a heavy metal box he noticed that the line of people behind her had grown frustrated enough to break quarantine. At least half a dozen of them simply carried their lunch boxes and duffel bags past the open gate and followed Andrea into the ship.

“Frak… no…” he said, reaching up a hand in protest. He could feel blood on his face so he knew he had been hit hard, but the bigger danger right now was that people were breaking the last level of the Hades Horn quarantine without being checked for food products first.

“What’s going on over here?” he heard one of the other hangar guards say. Followed by two armed Cardelli Corporation security guards, the man walked over and quickly closed Daniel's gate.

One of the people still in line pointed at Mathison. “That creep there thinks he’s looking like love today… he's wearing your uniform but he's NOT doing his job!"

At least I can’t be fired now, Daniel thought to himself as he continued lying on his back with pain still ringing in his head. But he knew that he had crossed the line far enough that Captain Marshall would hear about the incident.

Frak this day… he thought, continuing to lay on the floor.

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PostPosted: Fri Jul 14, 2006 11:03 pm 
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0825, Day 25
Astral Dawn

For three weeks the luxury liner had shared its stores with other civilian ships, like Pan Galactic Flight 76 and her 900+ persons, and Colonial Heavy 941 with her 100+ persons.
Astral Dawn had a one month supply of food, for her complement of 619, but after these three weeks, even with military ration stores sent to Dawn from Libra, the luxury liner was getting close to empty.

“Anything else?” Captain Don Gibbs asked his Senior Officers; their morning meeting was almost over.

“Captain, about the food supply…?” It was the Executive Chef. ‘Our menu is going to be.. far less…tasty…below company standards in a few days.”

“Yes, yes, I know.” Gibbs sighed. The topic had been discussed for about a week now.
“But, we can’t let others starve.”

He looked at them all. “This fleet, is all humanity has, all we have.”

The handset rang, and the captain answered it. “Gibbs here.”

He listened, and the Senior Officers wondered what was so important that the bridge had called, interrupting the meeting.

“I’ll tell the Chef. Thanks.” He put the receiver back on its hook.

“Tell me what, sir?’

“Bugs, Chef. We’ve got bugs, and they’ve contaminated a large portion of our stores.”

Bugs?! Impossible!” the Chef was being defensive. “I keep the storage areas cleaner than a hospital!”

“Bugs.” Gibbs repeated, in a serious tone.
“Didn’t we send breakfast to C.H. 941?”

“We did.” Deck Chief Aramis remarked worriedly.

“Meeting adjourned.” Gibbs said as he stood, and th officers knew what the focus of the day was: preserving the food stores, and eradicating the bugs.
“This is gonna be a bad day.”


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"Bugs?" Captain Keramidas asked into his headset, while seated on te bridge. "What do you mean we have bugs in our food lockers? How the hell did we get bugs? I want them found and killed. Go through all the cargo holds and kill the sunsuvbitches!"

He flipped the connection off, and turned to his co-pilot.

"Bugs in the food stores. Probably got them from those mil rations that Libra was so kind to share with us. We're sending our good fresh food to Perseus, and Libra is sending us bug-infested food packs."


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Day 25 0845
Astral Dawn


She had sent the messages, the moment the quarentine had been lifted. To every name on the pathetically short (and frankly, just pathetic on almost all counts, including herself) list, requesting they join her for a meeting, aboard the Dawn...

...she had never wanted this. She had never expected this. She doubted any of the others had, either. But without a central governing body, the fleet would splinter....Over supplies, over religion, over who called who a jackass...It was inevitable. They needed something. They needed someone. Commaner Rodrigues had made it clear he was unwilling to be that person, and was unwilling to let anyone but the last of the civilian government be that something.

....There was no choice, in this, for any of them now.

Like all things in this brave new world, there were no options at all, nothing to fall back on if they should fail to act, no one to fall back on to do things if they should fail to organize.

Like all things, now. Succeed....Or die.

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Day 25
0935 CUT
Luxury Liner Palatine

Quartermaster Edward Duran was in the storeroom. Looking through the supplies. What the had given to the Perseus was a sizable amount but not enough to break them. They had food growing.

He was going through the boxes and he moved one when he noticed something.

"What the frak was that?"

He moved another box and when he did he saw a Califera.

"Frak a Califera. How the frak did it get here?

He looked at the bug.

"You're dead bug walk'n. You and any friends you brought with you.

The Califera wiggled it's antenae at Edward. Like it was saying "No I'm not."

Edward felt like it was sticking it's tongue out at him. If it had one.

"I'm going to get you then I'm going to put you out there airlock."

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Maj Eric Riley, Libra MarDet commander

Major Riley and Commander Rodrigues had conferred, and the decision had been made: in the absence of any threat specific to the ship’s captains and Liza Liala, the Marines on bodyguard duty were recalled to their regular duties on the Libra.

The entire fleet needed the protection of the military ships—it was essential that those ships could protect themselves against any threats, so they could protect the others. The MarDet was already well below authorized strength, so those jarheads left had to be where they could help defend the Libra.

The message was sent out from Libra’s CIC, requesting that the bodyguard Marines be released to report back to the Libra by 1100.


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Mercurius has landed aboard Libra. Corporal Psyche D'Argent was about to report back to duty on the battlestar.

Kalrk faced Psyche in the passenger seat.
"We had to cancel that appoinment with Dawn's doctor."


He didn't like that she would not be seeing the doctor, to find out if it was the medication that was reacting with her body adversely.

Doctor she was about to leave the Merc, and not see him again for who knew how long. and he was going on about a missed appointment, she thought in frustration and hurt.

“What a shame” she replied to him, while getting up to go pack what she was going to bring back to the Libra with her.

"Hey." He grabbed her arm. '”I am worried about you, about your health."

She was instantly ashamed by her adolescent reaction to his concern, but frak she did NOT want to deal with this right now. She could barely deal with having to leave, never mind that she might also be physically falling apart.

“I know you are,” she sighed “I guess I can only deal with having to leave right now” she finished the whole time staring at the floor.

Kalrk, you ass. he cursed himself, and stood up, still holding her arm.

“Sorry, Psy.” He lifted her head by the chin gently. “Let me help you.”

They kissed, and the pair walked together to the private quarters.

Psy walked over to where she kept her stuff and started to pack all her military regulation stuff and a few civvie clothes. The rest she was leaving her on the Merc. This place was her home now, so to her it’s where most of her things belonged. The only other thing she took was her picture of the dandelion field.

By the time she and Kalrk were done, she felt her hands were shaking. She had never felt such pain before in her life and guessed that this must be the down side that came with having someone able to make you soo happy. She was almost beside herself, and not quite sure how to handle any of it.

"So what are your plans now that you are finally getting rid of your pest of a bodyguard?" she said in a bad attempt at humour.


“You won‘t get rid of me that easily, Corporal.” He smiled, that warm smile. “You’re linked to me and Merc by your RistComm.” He nodded at the device on her left wrist.
“As for me, I guess I’ll be stuck delivering supplies from ship to ship.”

Then his voice grew more serious. “Psy. I’m worried that if the cylons learned about you and me.. that they’d come after you. Be careful.”

"Well they better send a girl then, ‘cause I can handle boy cylons" she smiled a teasingly.

“Oh, can you?” he asked mischievously.
“I’ve been thinking… yes, I [do[/i] think. The cylons likely all ready suspect something about you and I. And while I don’t think we should broadcast it to them, I can’t exactly keep it to myself.”

Finding his mischieviouness infectious, she responded with "Yes, I am irresistible, and you can't keep your hands off of me. This is true, but if you wish, I can always start to pretend indifference. Not like there's any hard proof that anything is going on between us" She stated while putting her arms around his waist, and resting her head on his chest; the sound of his heart thudding brought back all her sadness
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"I don't want to go." she whispered.

‘I know.” He whispered back. “And I don’t want you to.” He kissed the top of her head, and separated from her embrace.
Psy, have a seat.’ He motioned to the bed.

She raised her eyebrow and could not help impishly asking "Do we really have time for that?"

"No, we don't." he answered, then he pointed at the bed again. "Please?"

Psy did as he asked and sat on the bed, wondering what he was up to.

“You know how I say things and sometimes I don’t say them right, or nicely, or diplomatically, or whatever. So forgive me in advance, ok?” He sat down beside her and turned to look into her hazel eyes.


“We haven’t known each other very long, and yet, you recall that dream I told you about? About the house and the porch and the sunset, and you and me?”

"Yes, of course, how could I forget such a beautiful dream." she said, meeting his eyes.

“The thing is.. it was a dream. We probably won’t have a house, or a porch or a sunset. We’ll probably never be free of the cylons.’ He paused here and smiled, lost in her eyes.
“I love you, Psy. That is real. You and me. And I may sound selfish when I say, I want you forever. You’re in me, in my being. “The thing is.. it was a dream. We probably won’t have a house, or a porch or a sunset. We’ll probably never be free of the cylons.”

He paused here and smiled, lost in her eyes.

“I love you, Psy. That is real. You and me. And I may sound selfish when I say, I want you forever. You’re in me, in my being. And my timing really sucks, so you'll have to forgive me for this too.' He leaned over and gave her a short kiss.
"I love you, Psyche. I want you to be my wife and I'll be your husband. Will you marry me?"

Psy felt the wind knocked out of her, and her body was covered in goose bumps. She literally could not move or talk; it was as if time had stopped. She had never contemplated marriage ever; it was not something that had ever occurred to her. And yet here she was, trying to get over the shock of it so she could agree to it.

She was just so choked up on emotions that she did not even realize she had started to cry. It took the pain in her chest, from a lack of oxygen, to finally get her limbs moving again, and as soon as they did, she found herself nodding yes frantically, and throwing herself at him.

As they hugged and kissed, he didn’t have any words. There was simply them, together.

But he finally managed, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Finally finding her voice, she replied “Yes.” she leaned in and kissed him then asked “Umm, by the way, what’s your last name or first name as it may be?”

He hugged her lovingly at that. “It’s just ‘Kalrk’, so you’ll be Mrs. Psyche Kalrk. How’s that sound?”

"Better than D'Argent" She answered, kissing him again. "In fact, it sounds perfect."

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Marcus Anderson opened the outer hatch to the third Cylinder at the rear of the Hades Horn and stepped through followed by two other security guards. Marcus had been head of ship’s security for over four years so he was used to the occasional early morning call.

Usually such disturbances by the night shift were over something minor, but everyone was just a little bit extra on edge lately due to all the rumors of Cylon collaborators still floating around the newly formed fleet of ships. Some rumors claimed that a few of them had been caught or killed, others stated that no one had been caught as yet – he didn’t know which were true and which weren’t.

It didn’t matter really, Marcus thought as he walked into the ship’s pride and glory – a makeshift greenhouse that used the entire interior of Cylinder 3. He was a man who relied on provable facts, evidence, and a court of law. Rumors were completely unimportant to him.

He stepped onto the wild prairie grass growing on the three meters of fertile, Colonial soil that they had expertly moved into the Cylinder after removing all of the mining equipment. When used for its primary purpose, the ship only mined at two thirds of its normal capacity now. At the time they had considered that matter unimportant, since the military base on Cassiopeia was growing crops of their own and had offered to trade produce with them in return for their assistance in growing their own food so far from home.

By trading with the military base, installing proper lighting, and locating their greenhouse next to the excess heat of the ship’s engines they had grown quite a variety of plant life out in the emptiness of space. Marcus walked past a grove of fruit trees and bushes as he walked further into the interior looking for this section’s security leader: Frank Conners.

Marcus found Frank standing next to what looked like a lunchbox. Several other security guards stood nearby and he noticed a lot of equipment in the area, including an open laptop computer.

“What’s going on?” he asked curiously. “Where’s Don?”

“Don went to bed several hours ago,” Frank told him. “We had to practically order him to get some rest. He spent most of yesterday coordinating the effort to pack and ship our extra produce out to the rest of the fleet. Right now… everybody’s hungry.”

“I know,” Marcus commented. “First a flu outbreak amongst the population and now everyone wakes up hungry. Fortunately we have more fruits and vegetables than we can eat.”

“We'll run low eventually,” Frank told his superior grimly. “Cylinder 3 was never meant to feed an entire fleet like this by itself.” He shook his head, feeling the frustration. "We've got a new problem though."

“And what would that be?” asked Anderson.

“That,” Conners continued, pointing to a lunchbox. “Our quarantine procedures are supposed to catch any food products and prevent them from coming above the hangar level. Anyone who wants to eat on this ship is supposed to do so in one of our galleys.” He took a deep breath and paused for a minute. “Somehow someone got this through quarantine.”

“Oh shit,” Marcus growled.

“At first we thought it might be a bomb so we had our explosives experts check it out,” pointed out Frank. “But we have an eyewitness who saw a guy come in here, work a shift repairing the sprinkler system before he took a break and opened this up.” He opened the lunchbox carefully and Marcus could see dozens of dead bugs all over the food inside.

“Good grief,” Marcus said angrily.

“It's a Caelifera infestation from one of the other ships. Whoever brought this on board panicked when he saw the bugs and ran back to the hangar. He left this behind and took the next shuttle out. We immediately sprayed the box and all of its contents with bug killer but I think you see our larger problem.” Frank said informatively. “All of Cylinder 3 has been exposed…”

Marcus Anderson instantly pulled the portable wireless from his belt. “This is Anderson in Cylinder 3,” he said intensely. “Get a decontamination team in here immediately – we've found Caelifera on board and it may have spread to our food supply.”

[“Acknowledged,”] was the almost instantaneous reply.

“And wake Donald Vou,” Marcus continued. “At least on a temporary basis, we’re going to have to suspend all outgoing food deliveries.”

"I'd recommend also posting a warning to the other ships on that new electronic bulletin board," suggested Frank. "As you can see, this type of bug will spread quickly to other food supplies when moved between ships."

"I hope Don got his rest," commented Marcus. Some bad days begin a little earlier than usual… he thought quietly to himself.


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Day 25 T1102
Psyche D’Argent and Dan Wolfe

Psy took her first step off the Merc with great effort. She hoped each step would be easier but it only got harder. Her emotions where a whirl wind of joy and pain conflicting and confusing. So focused on trying to force her self of the Merc and not look back she did not even see the man standing in front of her.

“Psy!” Dan said. Oh, hell, she sure IS sweet on Kalrk. I can tell, even though she’s trying to hide it. Aw, wish I could make it easier for her. “Hey, Psy, welcome back,” he said gently.

Startled by the voice and man who seemed to come out of nowhere, Psy jumped and missed her footing with her last step off the Merc onto the Libra.

Dan caught her as she stumbled, holding onto her and keeping her from falling. “Hey, are you all right?” he asked, concerned.

Seeing Dan clearly for the first time, Psy managed to crack a smile for him. "I think I will be, thanks for the save," she said, straightening up and pulling out of his grasp. "Although I rather not be back," she said with a shuddering sigh.

Dan gave an understanding grimace. She’d never come right out and told him that she’d fallen in love with Kalrk, but he could tell. “He can come visit, you know,” he said, walking next to her. He sighed. “But I know it’s not the same.”

"No, it's not the same, not even close," she said, starting to walk away from the Merc and off the deck. "So do you know the real reason why they called us back?" she asked. "The reason they gave was rather vague."

Dan shrugged. “You got me. I don’t think the Major and the Gunnery Sergeant saw the point of the bodyguards… it makes sense to me, I mean, their reasons for calling you all back. Yeah, we’ve got collaborators messing with things, but none of it has been directed against any person in particular, not even ship’s captains.” He paused and added, “We’re not trained to be bodyguards, anyway…” he gave her a sidelong glance and added, teasing, “but you sure seemed to enjoy it.”

A big smile crossed her face. "Well, I had quite the body to guard," she said impishly.

He chuckled. “So long as you think so, that’s what counts,” he said. “Hey, I’m supposed to let you know, Gunnery Sergeant Razorski is briefing you and the others who’ve been body guarding, you need to be there at 1130. In the ready room.”

He went on, “You’ve missed all sorts of stuff while you’ve been gone. Razor’s been drilling us like crazy… and I already told you how she makes me do pushups all the time, but it turns out that’s to make me strong to lug around the machine gun. And we did crash simulations into water, in the Libra’s pool.”

"She sounds like a daisy, our new Gunny, at least you’re keeping busy," she smiled again. "I, on the other hand, have been living in the lap of luxury and geting fat with all my laziness… ohh and I also got engaged," she said just as they reached the Marine sleeping quarters.

Dan stopped short and turned to face her. “Engaged!” he exclaimed. “You did! Hey, that’s great!” He gave her a hug. “But there’s no way you’re fat, and boy—Kalrk is a lucky guy!”

Psy chuckled. "Thanks Dan, anyway I better hurry up or else I’ll be late for that briefing, and somehow I imagine I would not want to have to deal with the consequence of that, with this new Gunny around."

“Okay,” he agreed. “She’s tough, but she’s fair… um, you better not call her just ‘Gunny’… I heard she bites people’s heads off for that. Like, only the Major can call her Gunny. We need to do it like we learned in basic, 'Gunnery Sergeant'. Hey, I’ll see you at lunch?”

"Sounds like a plan, Dan," she said as she quickly went to drop off her stuff and hurry to the briefing.


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Gunnery Sergeant Razorski

Razorski looked over the thirteen assembled Marines in the MarDet ready room. Lopez and D’Argent were the only Recon Marines who’d been assigned bodyguard duty; the rest were Platoon One, Squad One. She knew them from their personnel files, and recognized them from their pictures, but this was the first time she’d seen any of them in person.

“I am Gunnery Sergeant Razorski,” she told them. “I wanted to welcome you all back to the Libra. There have been some changes implemented while you were gone, but I’m sure you’ll have no problem catching up.”

Psy was trying to listen to what was being said but was to busy struggling to stay awake to absorb most of it. She was being hit again with this inexplicable and all-consuming exhaustion and was quickly losing the battle. In fact it was all of half a second later when she, not even realizing it, lost the battle.

Razorski saw Cpl D’Argent’s efforts to stay awake. From what I read in her records, she’s not a slacker… she certainly wouldn’t be in Recon if she was. “Corporal D’Argent,” she said in her quiet-but-can’t-be-ignored drill instructor’s voice. “D’Argent!”

Psy, shocked out of her sleep prematurely, found it hard to bring herself fully awake. She had learned in the past that this was a sleep that did not want to be denied, big bad Marine Gunnery Sergeant or not. So it took Psy a few moments to get her head clear enough to be able to fully comprehend what was going on around her, and fully focus on the Gunnery Sergeant.

Razorski waited for D’Argent to wake up, and asked, “Are you feeling all right, Corporal?” I wonder if we still have that flu wandering around.

"Quite well sir, never been better, thank you for asking" Psy replied.

And that’s a load of bullshit if I ever heard it, Razorski thought, but all she said was, “Very well, Corporal. There have been several versions of the flu going around; if you’re not feeling well, report to sick bay.”

She looked at all of them; they seemed as shocked as D’Argent herself having fallen asleep. “Duty rosters are posted; you’re all on duty beginning at 1300. Dismissed.”

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Day 25

She said yes! She said yes! Kalrk couldn't think of anything else.

He had landed on Astral Dawn maybe ten minutes ago, and the retractable gateway was now secured between Mercurius and the luxury liner.

He was sure to lock Mercurius' hatch, when he left his ship.

Gotta get to the Shops.


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Day 25
1000 CUT
Luxury Liner Palatine

1000. Now it was time for war. War against bugs. Edward was ready to kill the Califera that had invaded his space.

They had gotten in somehow and now they needed to go.

Edward got up from the mess hall and proceded to the storeroom.

One of the assistants had brought bug spray to there and left it for him. This would be his fight at least to start out.

The crew was moving boxes out until the spray could be put down and the bugs killed. This would take awhile so he would spray in areas that had allready be clear.

Edward sprayed and then helped the crew with moving the boxes. The quicker they moved them the quicker the bugs could die.

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0825, Day 25
Astral Dawn


“Bugs.” Gibbs repeated, in a serious tone.
“Didn’t we send breakfast to C.H. 941?”

“We did.” Deck Chief Aramis remarked worriedly.



0910, Day 25
Colonial Heavy 941

"It's not your fault, Don." Captain Didimour said into his headpiece, to the captain of Astral Dawn.
"Luckily, when the first bug was spotted, it was onboard the shuttle. Your call to us, was right in the nick of time. Otherwise, the Califera would have been taken to our galleys."

["I don't know how Dawn was infested, Richard."] Don Gibbs' voice came through Didimour's headset.
["They came out of nowhere. I'm glad your ship is ok."]

"Yeah, well... a nice breakfast is thrown out, and we had toast and jam. I'm hoping my passengers will be understanding. Maybe a good lunch will settle the griping zI'm hearing about.."

["I'm sorry, Richard. If only-"]

["Don't worry about it, Don. We'll be fine. You take care of your ship, so we can get good cookin' from Dawn again soon, ok?"]

["Sure thing. As soon as we have this under control, we'll...."] Don Gibbs sneezed, and it was heard on Didmour's headset.

"Gods bless you, Don. How's the flu?"

['Hanging on like a pain in the ass."]


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