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 Post subject: Episode 19: Courage and Glory
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87 days since cylon attacks, and Libra and her rag tag fleet had thought they were the last of humanity. But now there is a beacon of hope in the name Battlestar Intrepid.

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2005, Day 87
Colonel Karl Vansen's Quarters

The Acting CO of the battlestar Libra read the letter again.

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Dear Colonial Commanding Officer or Official,

My name is Admiral Thomas Steven Jacobs of the Battlestar Intrepid, BS114. If you are reading this, then my pilot and you found each other. Thanks be to the Gods!

Although I will not go into full description of my fleet for security reasons The pilot you have come into contact has been authorized as my representative to you. He or she can answer many of your questions.

I will state this, the Holy Scrolls state life in the colonies started out there. After a year of exploring and then finding what was left of the Colonies, we in this fleet have taken those writings to heart.

With you finding my pilot and opening this letter, you have reinforced my belief that humanity will survive. I hope that you will join us and maybe we can start again, away from the Cylons.

Thank you and may the Lords of Kobol bless you,
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Day 87,
2010 CUT,
Battlestar Libra

Colonel Richard Cole had stayed in CIC while the CO Colonel Vansen was gone to talk with the unkown pilot.
And he had felt more nervous than for a long time...of course he had commanded ships before, but this wasn't just a little destroyer, it was a full-blown Battlestar!

Another thing he had been nervous about was the newfound pilot...Is he a cylon or not? If not, where did he come from? No way that Raptor came here without support....so there has to be at least one Colonial Ship left....

And while he was pondering which ship was the most likely to have survived....before their arrival at Ragnar he would have bet his life on Bill Adama, but now?....another dreadful thought surfaced.

If he is from another ship, do they know about the bilons? And if they do, will he recognise Sarah?

His fingers curled around a console so hard that his knuckles turned white, he didn't even hear Colonel Vansen re-enter the CIC until he stood directly next to him.

"Colonel Vansen," he greeted his CO with a respectful nod, "any news from our surprise guest?"

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Duet Part II

Previously on Battlestar Libra...

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"When do we begin making mass copies of our new thirteenth model?" Simon asked curiously.

"Not until the original humanoid has undergone some serious Cylon indoctrination," Six said firmly. "We've got plenty of genetic material constructed to begin building the copies, but I'm in no hurry to begin the downloading process in them."

"I agree," Carilyn Warren said with a nod. "Right now the original Joshua is firmly committed to defending his human heritage up until death if necessary... we'll have to work with the first few copies of him for some time to make certain that each of them totally embraces their new role as one of the chosen few in our new Cylon Empire." She smiled. "After that, there will be plenty of time to make thousands of copies of him."


Joshua Nordstrom waited until his normal sleeping period started before using the metal handle from his water cup to open the panel next to the door. As usual, it took him only a minute to disengage the electronic locking mechanism and then replace the panel. He opened the door cautiously and stepped out into the hallway – as he did so the door across from his opened and he froze instantly.

It was like looking in a mirror.

The man in the doorway across from his looked exactly like him – hell, he might even be the original Joshua – Nordstrom had no way to tell. The other Joshua regarded him thoughtfully and smiled thinly.

“We’re going to have to work together if we’re ever going to get out of this,” Joshua2 said truthfully. In his hand he held a metal piece from a water cup very similar to Joshua’s.

“I think I’m losing my frakking mind,” Josh decided. He leaned against the wall and tried to ignore the stress burning through his brain… which, admittedly, had been burdened with quite a lot of stress since his initial capture on Picon.

“No you’re not… the Cylons put me across from you to frak with you,” decided Joshua2. “I’m their new model, and we’ve got a few days before they can begin brainwashing me into thinking that I’m the perfect little Cylon, so why don’t we take this opportunity and explore the ship a bit more intensely. We can try things differently now that there are two of us – one of us can distract the Centurions so the other can explore further than we ever have.”

“That sounds like a good way to die,” Josh responded. “I don’t think they’re kidding around here, especially where you and I are concerned.” He studied the other man thoughtfully… several times the man’s responses during their conversation were virtually identical to what he had been thinking.

“Right now we’re pretty close in our thought patterns,” admitted Joshua2, and it seemed to Joshua as if he were reading the thoughts directly from Nordstrom’s mind. “But they will begin to diverge quickly now that we’re two separate living entities as we both live different lives and have varying experiences. My memories in this new body only go back a day or so… for now at least we're virtually the same person.”

“This is just way too frakking bizarre,” Joshua told him. “I’m supposed to explore this ship with a copy of myself…” He glanced at the other. "They know about my journeys outside of my quarters during sleep time?"

Nordstrom 2 nodded. “They want you to keep trying so they can study your reactions when they question you during the day, so we may as well take advantage of every opportunity they give us. I can help you try and find a way to frak them back until they indoctrinate me,” said Joshua2 with a warning glance. “But once they start using their hypnosis, psychotropic drugs, and other methods of persuasion to shut down my normal emotional responses I will no longer be your ally… just a programmed automaton like them. They will – in the end - be able to force me to obey.” He shrugged as he thought about the encounters he had already had since his 'birth'. “They’re fascinated with me, because it isn’t often that they get to study a human mind with an entire lifetime of memories – especially someone from the military.

“Why did they create you… me?” asked Joshua curiously.

“I’d have to go through a few more question and answer sessions to be certain,” his counterpart replied, “but it has a lot to do with military tactics. Without stealth and infiltration, they have a difficult time beating us in a fair fight. They’re looking to change that as quickly as possible – they’re going to turn me into a Cylon and then use my knowledge of military combat techniques to adjust the artificial intelligence programming in their Centurions and Raiders. At least… that’s what they’ve told me at this point.”

“Whatever the reason for your creation, it isn’t good for humanity.”

“I know that,” said Joshua2 firmly. “That’s why we have to move as quickly as possible.”

“Then let’s get going,” replied Joshua.

The two of them headed off down the corridor together, toward the batch of conference rooms where the Cylons regularly held status meetings.

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Day 87,
2010 CUT,
Battlestar Libra

"Colonel Vansen," he greeted his CO with a respectful nod, "any news from our surprise guest?"


2013, D87

Colonels Cole and Vansen had stepped into a quieter area of CIC, out of ear shot of the others.

"Lt. Keven Butler, assigned to the battlestar Intrepid, launched from her yesterday evening." Vansen said in a controlled voice. "That's his story, and his raptor seems to verify it."

Vansen looked about to be sure no one was withoin earshot.

"The big news, Richard, which we don't want to let out, in case it's a cylon trap, and if it is, it's a good one... is that Intrepid and Taurus are protecting a fleet of twenty civilian ships, with nearly 20, 000 souls."

Vansen paused a moment for Richard to wrap his thoughts around these revelations.

"The specialists are trying to retrieve the last coordinates of the raptor. When they get them... I hope Commander Herald will decide to send us to take a look."


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1030 CUT
Cylon Occupied Picon
Inside the Heavy Raider

Marcus sat inside Cerberus. Arms folded across his chest. Right hand burried under his arm. Left above his right. Doubts about the things he was doing. But feeling powerless to stop it.

He was wondering what to do next or if he should do anything at all. A lot of thinking lately. Was it too late to bring himself back from the path that he was on? Should he continue? Or should he just sit and wait for the cylons? Knowing what he'd done but limiting the damage to himself.

Was this the end? Or was there more? He didn't care as much about the answer now as he had. It seemed like there wouldn't be much if any difference either way. Things seemed hopeless. Like his chances of survival were. Even if he did survive what would there be to survive for. More vengence. He had been taught that was no good. That a life just for vengence was not a good life.

Another question he had was what he going through. Was it life or a living death? He had been living with these questions since the cylons came and attacked the colonies. Killing everything he knew. Either outright or sentencing it to a slow death. Anything or anyone he had ever known was gone or soon would be. There was nothing left. But this bunker, it's contents, and revenge.

Marcus had managed to keep of a deep depression. He didn't know how. Maybe he was too angry to be depressed. Or it would be even more useless than vengence. Cylons could be rebuilt and the colaborators were going to die at some point. They just didn't see it. It's not like they wanted to rule over humans.

He had three Class-D Nuclear warheads left and was considering using another. If the cylons had dectected him leaving after the first one Marcus was hoping they didn't know it was him. Also that the cylons didn't know this transport was a rouge one. That it was what it looked like. Just another one going around the planet. One of the best advantages was he looked like any other. The only difference was the word Cerberus painted underneath the guns.

A change in tactics might be needed though. As far as he knew the nuke going off an hour later from when he set it would be enough of a cover. He hoped it was enough to make them think it was someone else. But 2 hours might be a better time.

Spring was coming to Picon. It would be easier to dig in the dirt. This gave Marcus some ideas. Traps could be made to get the centurians in them and then he'd be free to destroy them as he wanted. Unless they could climb and the probably could. The colaborator allies would be different. He could leave them in there as long as he wanted. And do whatever with them.

Looking around Marcus thought he could store a lot of weapons in here and go attack the cylons at any point. He had looked at the weapons system on the transport. He figured it must be called a Heavy Raider. It was bigger than the ones he'd seen in the history books and didn't seem to fit in with the style of them.

The Heavy Raider also had weapons of it's own. So far they were untested. But Marcus was looking for a reason to use them.

The missles interested him most. He could do more damage with it than the guns on the front. If he could find some cylons he could fire a missle at them and be gone before they could do anything. The guns would be more useful for the colaborators he'd seen with them. The idea of using their master's technology against them was something that gave Marcus a great sense of joy.

Hit and run tactics were more useful to him than a stand up fight. If he used them he had a chance. If he tried to fight them head on he'd lose. There was no one else to help him and he couldn't use as much firepower at once that would be needed.

What little he knew of military tactics came from his family. One being "If you're big and they're small us that to your advantage. Strike them and then leave." This was one of the things that led him to use the nukes in the first place. It could do a lot of damage and he wouldn't have to be in the area to use actually set it off. The timer had to be set and it would take care of the rest.

Another good one was something he had picked up himself with Joshua. Use their own things against them. That way they're supplying you. This was of great interest to Marcus and it would allow him a nice supply of weapons with an ease of use that he couldn't get from the Colonial ones.

Winter was coming to an end. He would try to make spring as cold for them as the temeperatures of the freezing days past were. Now was the next stage of his war.

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MarDet Commander’s Office

Major Scott Duncan was back in his chair at the planning table, trying to concentrate on the personnel files in front of him while all kinds of questions about the newcomer on the ship came up in the back of his mind.

He re-read something in the file spread open in front of him, frowned, read, and frowned again. “Hey, Gunny…” he called, then started to get up to go to the outer office, but she appeared in the hatchway before he could go around the table.

She paused, stepping to one side of the hatch opening, away from the bulletin board, and she looked sideways at it.

Duncan chuckled. “Don’t worry, Gunny,” he said, “I don’t miss with my knives, and I’d never dare to aim for you.”

She gave him a level look. “Excellent decision, sir. What did you need me for?”

He sat down again, nodding to the extra chair across the table, and she sat also.

“I’ve been reviewing personnel files,” he said. “This one is Dan Wolfe’s.” He tapped it. “He’s been in the Corp for almost two years now, and he’s still a private. I was wondering about that, so I took a look.” He rummaged through the paperwork and pulled out one sheet. “Says here he was a PFC, but he was busted for insubordination during armored vehicle school.”

“Insubordination?” she raised an eyebrow. “That doesn’t really sound like Wolfe. He does have a tendency to run his mouth without thinking, but that’s not exactly insubordination.”

Duncan shook his head, grinning. “I don’t know him that well, but I also wondered… he did great, during the hostage thing. So I looked through everything I could find, here in his file. Seems he had a disagreement with a Lance Corporal about whether or not the landmine he spotted in a dirt road was a training one or a live one, and he… ah, struck the Lance Corporal in the course of their disagreement.”

Razorski winced. “He was already pretty good at… ah, striking, before I got my hands on him and gave him some more training. Did the Lance Corporal live?” She said the last with the slightest touch of humor in her voice.

“Oh, yes… and what’s more, that mine was live, and the bust was a temporary one, for three months,” Duncan replied, smiling. “That was five months ago. I think it’s time we gave him PFC back.”

“Agreed,” the Gunnery Sergeant nodded. “We won’t do a regular promotion ceremony, as we’re just restoring the rank. I’ll get him in here after the end of dayshift formation.” She shook her head and added, “And he’s the type who wouldn’t say anything about it, either. I should have checked on it sooner.”

Duncan tidied the papers, closing the file. “Things have been… busy, lately,” he said with irony. “I thought I’d start by looking at the files of the kids I’ve already met. You’ll probably want Benoit in here this evening too...” He grinned. “Which leads me to my next question. How come you’re leaving both of them together in Recon? They’re getting married in two weeks.”

“Several reasons, sir,” she explained. “First of all, we’re short staffed everywhere, and those two are among the few qualified for Recon; secondly, I have never been convinced that allowing jarheads with relationships to serve side-by-side is necessarily a bad thing, so long as one doesn’t supervise the other; and thirdly, they’re both pretty hard-core Marines and—so far at least—haven’t let their relationship affect their job performance. If it does, of course, I’ll reassign one in a heartbeat.”

Duncan nodded. “I wouldn’t have guessed they had any sort of relationship, aside from comrades-in-arms, during the hostage crisis.” He regarded her thoughtfully for a moment. Some of what she had said floated in his thoughts... I have never been convinced that allowing jarheads with relationships to serve side-by-side is necessarily a bad thing… There had been something about the way she’d said it that made him wonder. He wouldn’t presume to ask though, instead saying, “Was there something you wanted, Gunny?” She’d shown up in the hatchway more quickly than he had expected.

“Yessir,” she nodded. “I got a chance to speak to Colonel Cole earlier today about training new military and civilian law enforcement recruits, and he suggested that I work out a training plan—things that new military recruits must learn, and then we can schedule a meeting with Ms Liala to incorporate the civilian aspect.”

“Good idea,” Duncan nodded. “It would certainly make inter-agency cooperation a lot easier if our future military and civilian leaders had all started from the same place.”

“My thoughts also, Major,” she agreed. “Given our current circumstances, the training will probably have to be shorter and more intensive than regular Marine basic training.”

He gazed at her. “Is ‘more intensive’ possible, Gunny? Even Army basic training was pretty intensive for most people, and I know the Marine version was even harder.”

Ah, that’s right, he started in the Army… forgot that… “Well, sir, I doubt that you found Army basic training intensive at all. But I hope to make our version as intensive as I can.”

“I have no question about that!” he agreed, grinning. “All right, then, carry on with a plan. We should probably look it over with Colonel Cole before we meet with Ms Liala.”

“Of course, sir,” she nodded. New recruits… I’m looking forward to getting my hands on them…

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re: that raptor I almost ran over

Colonel,
I have great respect for the military and what it dsoes to protect the fleet. And i don't tell you how to do your job and you don't tell me how to do mine.

But.

That raptor of yours was way too close to Moon on the jump today. From what I could se on DRADIS, it needed to be towed back to Libra. Might I suggest you keep your raptors inside the battlestar during jumps?

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Colonel, I just got off the horn with Captain Williams of the Moon, and he was telling me of that raptor he almost crashed into.

I don't know what kind of a game is going on, but if a raptor tries a stunt like that with Grandeur...
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Libra medical

Dr. Sarah Valliant and nurse Regina Macon walked past the guards to check on Lt. Butler. They found the lights on and Butler asleep.

They were careful not to wake the pilot. The medication that the doctor used on the flight deck still affected the man. Dr. Valliant felt certain he’d sleep for several more hours.

The doctor was checking some stats and had her back to Nurse Macon. The nurse double-checked his blood pressure and pulse manually.

She couldn't help but notice the build of his arms and the almost model-like appearance of Lt. Butler. He sturred a little as she touched him, but stayed asleep.

“With a man built like you, there must be some sad ladies somewhere tonight. You’re built like a…” The nurse snapped out of her near-trance as the doctor turned around, glad that she didn't say what she was thinking.

“How's his stats, nurse?”

“Good…blood pressure and heart rate are all at normal.”

The guards closed the door behind them when they left. All nurse Macon could think was “His stats are fine. Oh, yes, very FINE stats...”

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PFC Dan Wolfe

They were sitting on their favorite Marine rec room couch, their arms around each other just enjoying being together. Then she remembered something and turned to him. "Dan? I didn't know you were busted! You?! What for, mon cher?"

“Yeah, I was busted,” Dan said, embarrassed, but then, his easy-going manner almost defiant, he added, “I don’t care, though! Lance Corporal Pearson was wrong, and I’d do the same thing again if I had to!”

Her look was quizzical. "What would you do again, mon coeur?"

“Well… it was toward the end of armored vehicle school,” Dan told her, putting his arm around her shoulders. “We had been doing the drills with live landmines… you know, how they dig ‘em in where the vehicles will be driving and we had to spot ‘em… and anyhow, we were done with that part of the training, and they told us they’d taken up all the live mines. You remember that, don’t you? You went though av school, too, didn't you? The next section was battlefield maintenance of the vehicles.”

"Oui. I didn't like battlefield maintenance, though. Stupid trucks were always broken! But I liked the driving drills." She preened a bit. "I was very good at finding the mines... But what happened with the mines, Dan?"

“All the live mines were supposed to be gone, and just the dummies left for us to spot,” he explained. ‘But I saw one that was live, still… that is, I was pretty sure it was live when I saw it there with just the flat top part giving it away. I pointed it out to LCpl Pearson, he was one of the instructors, and he told me ‘no way are any live ones left, I’ll note you spotted it, now drive on’. You know how the dummies are all tannish-green with a red dot in the middle on the top, and the live ones don’t have the red—well, this one you couldn’t tell. It had dirt over all but one side, and you couldn’t see the middle… and I just didn’t like it.”

"Better safe than sorry, right?" she smiled, hugging his arm.

He nodded agreement. “But Pearson insisted that we drive on,” Dan continued. “So I told the rest of the crew to get out of the vehicle, and I did, too, and I told Pearson that he could go ahead and drive over that mine, if he was so sure it was a dummy. He got really pissed, and got out, and ordered me to get back in and drive.”

He pulled Jo closer, turning his head to bury his nose in her hair. “Have I told you in the last ten minutes that I love you?” He smiled, then went on more seriously, “Anyway, I refused to follow his order and he tried to push me around!” He looked at Jo with amazement and amusement combined. “Can you imagine anybody trying to push me around?”

"I push you around," she giggled. "You are a big teddy bear, Dan!"

“Well, yes, but that’s different,” he teased her back. “I like it when you push me around.” He kissed the side of her head. “It made me mad, though, him pushing at me, trying to push me back in the vehicle, so I… ah… hit him.”

"You did?" Her voice carried a note of disbelief and pride, rolled into one.

“But then Andros… one of the guys with me in training… he threw a rock at the mine and it did blow up!” Dan grinned. “You woulda loved it! It was a great explosion! At the end of it all, I got busted for hitting Pearson. I think he was more pissed at me ‘cause I was right, then ‘cause I hit him, though.”

She laughed gaily. "He was an imbecile! And YOU saved your crew. They should have commended you, not busted you! But that's the Marines for you!"

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After the long day of debates and discussions, Liza finds a note from the Pan Galactic Flight 76 representative, Dustin McNary inviting her and other reps to dinner.

"I'm so glad all of you could make it. This seems like a nice break from all the debate" Said Dustin McNary nervously smiling. "I'm new to all this" He laughed. "I never dreamed I'd be doing something like this...government."

"Yeah." said Alita Petrova, putting down her fork and raising her youthful face. Of the table, she was, possibly, the only one who ever envisioned herself on the elected side of government, having been pursuing a Master's of Public Policy at the time of the attacks.

"I certainly never thought I'd be on this side of it." said Liza, as a statement of fact.

Karl Mueller nodded. "I doubt any of us did," he chuckled. "Thank you for the invitation, Mr. McNary. It's good to meet outside the... what shall we call it, Ms. Liala?"

"Hell?" she said, with a grin on her face and a joking tone to her voice.

McNary laughed, nearly sending water out his nostrils. He prayed no one noticed his near faux paux.

"Ahh, I was thinking more along the lines of the nuthouse, but hell does nicely too." Mueller quipped with good nature.

"Well. at times, it does seem like we have our nutty moments in there" grinned McNary. Did anyone hear about a raptor nearly getting run over by the Harvest Moon after the jump?"

"What are they playing at, keeping raptors out in the middle of jumps right next to civilian ships?" said Alita, with a slight shake of her head. "Martial law doesn't mean martial stupidity, I hope."

"My wife saw it from the '76. Thank the Gods no one got hurt." Injected Rep. McNary

Karl shook his head. "Doesn't sound right. Raptor pilots are usually very careful. I know my wife is. It just doesn't make any sense, a raptor jumping so close to the rest of the fleet..."

"Speaking of military screw-ups...." said Alita, cautiously ".....Does anyone else find it odd that Commander Rodrigues hasn't made in statements about the Raptor matter?"

McNary raised an eyebrow "now that you mention it, he hasn't said much lately. He must have a lot going on."

The waiter comes and offers to take orders. A complementary bottle of wine is brought to the table. It is from the chef in thanks for the work Liza and the delegates are doing.

"What's the commander like, Liza?" asked Mr. McNeary

"He seemed a very reasonable man, all the times I've met him." she said. "Intelligent, and devoted to the cause we are pursuing in building a new government."

"He seems very professional and a reasonable person. I wouldn't mind meeting him sometime soon." smiled McNeary.

"I'm sure he'd love to visit...the day we finally finish forming the government." she said with a smile.

"Well, if it the old articles or something new, I will be happy when this process is done." McNary smiled.

"So say we all." said Liza, dryly.

"So say we all!" Karl echoed, raising his glass of wine.

"Ms. Liala," Karl turned to the young chairwoman, "You must be feeling a lot less stressed lately... How are you adapting?"

"That's because no one is calling me Madame Acting President anymore." she said with a touch of dry humor.

McNary smiled "But I was one of those who think you'd be a great leader. I'm happy that your still helping to form the new government."

"If only we could get it formed already." said Alita. "I mean, I know this stuff takes time--last semester I took an entire course on the writing of the Articles. But I swear people can't even decide whether to look forward, or backwards."

"We certainly need all the help we can get," Mueller said dryly. "The way things are going, my girls will be grandmothers before we get to Article 5..."

"I know I am one of those torn about some things. Honestly, I think there will be a break through soon" McNary paused "Just a feeling I have."

"This break....would it perhaps be in the civility and cooperative nature of the assembly?" said Alita, with a sighed.

"One would hope so. I am a bit of a history nut. It seems like the last few years of the Quorum were constantly deadlocked and at each other's throats. Some say history repeats. I hope we are not repeating history of previous politicians."

"Ahh, unfortunately Mr. McNary, humanity seems bent on repeating past mistakes. What is that saying? 'It has all happened before and it will happen again'? Or words to that effect?" Mueller didn't look too positive.

"No." said Liza, firmly. "No, we have a chance to be better than that. Whatever you all decide--be it writing anew, or modifying the Articles....we have a chance to be better than those who came before us. We always have. And we owe it to the human race, to fulfill that possibility."

"Well said, ma'am." McNary grins "Shall we agree to take a break from politics and share and talk of happier times? Lets toast humanity and the blessing of being alive..."

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Mac had gotten the scout Raptor moved to one of the backshop repair bays, setting restricted access, where she and a few hand-picked knuckledraggers could work on the ship without being under the curious eyes of everyone else on the deck. Already she’d heard the rumors flying around—everyone knew this Raptor wasn’t from any of Libra’s fleet ships, so it had to have come from another military fleet.

She knew that Lt Butler, and Raptor 1241, were from the Intrepid. “Another battlestar,” she said softly to the ship as she replaced burned-out electronics in the cockpit control panel. “They sure did you up nice, baby.”

“Uh, Chief?” it was one of the computer geeks, and Mac slid out from under the cockpit controls, standing.

“Whatcha got, Bernie?” she asked.

Specialist Bernadine Wilcox had a handful of printouts and a portable backup drive in her hands, and she told Mac, “This is the best we’re going to get out of the FTL computer… I need to take it back to the shop and upload the data and see if we can make any sense of it.”

“Okay, thanks a lot, Bernie,” Mac nodded. “Let me know the minute you find anything.”

“Sure thing,” Wilcox nodded, leaving.

She was back just a moment later. “Hey, Chief,” she said, grinning.

Again Mac climbed out from under the cockpit controls. “What?”

“There’s a cute Marine out here, and he’s wondering if you’re planning on sleeping here… ‘cause if that’s the case, he wants permission to come in!” Bernie’s grin got wider.

“What time is it?” Mac looked at the cockpit controls, some of which were working. “Oh, frak, I didn’t realize it was so late!”

“Get, Mac,” PO2 Dallan Stoker, one of the nightshift mechanics, was working on the DRADIS, and he jerked his head toward the Raptor hatch. “We can handle things for now.” His grin matched Bernie’s.

Mac nodded sheepishly. “I’ll see you in the morning,” she said, and left quickly, going to meet Corporal Francois Laffitte, who waited—with limited patience—outside the secured bay.

“So you get a new toy to work on and forget all about moi,” Frankie teased her.

She rose up on tiptoes to kiss him. “Oh, you should see her, Frankie!” she said. “Such a beauty!”

“No, the only beauty here is you,” he said firmly, putting his arm around her. “And I bet you didn’t even take time for dinner.”

Slowly, she shook her head. “I didn’t realize how late it was,” she said defensively.

He nodded, rolling his eyes. “So I will take you to get something to eat; then I will ravish your body and you will forget all about this beautiful ship you have hidden away; and in the morning you can go back to work.”

“You always have the best plans, Frankie,” Mac said contentedly.

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Finally relaxing for a moment, Captain Charles Baker shook his head at himself.

Just look at me and how relieved I was to have Major Johnson take command...and now that he's here, I want nothing more than to have Richard back!

Other than Colonel Cole, the Perseus former CO, Major Johnson was a rather harsh master....or, as the Marines had put it when he couldn't hear them, a real hardass...
Not that he was incompetent, far from that...but a lot of the crewmembers felt like they had gone back in time and were serving under the notoriously strict Colonel Doors again.

"Sir, Raptors three and five just jumped in, they finished their search patterns and are returning for refueling!" one of the specialists informed Baker, disrupting his thoughts about the new CO.
But the Captain's mind just jumped to the next annoyance.

While we're here sitting around and waiting for news from our Raptors, the cylons might be wiping out the fleet without us being the wiser! Baker thought, would be better to just leave a buoy....

Bakers thoughts mirrored the opinion of the majority of Perseus' crew, but the orders had come from Herald, who was the commander of the fleet, so there was nothing that they could do about it.
But the thought of sitting idle while the rest of the fleet might be in danger was heaving a devastating effect on morale...

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“Admiral, you summoned me?” asked Maj. Laswell, overall CAG of the fleet.

“Have you seen the latest scout raptor information?” dryly said Jacobs in a low tone.

“Yes sir and I think we're both about to come to the same conclusions. Lt. Butler is gone.”

The admiral sunk his head a bit. “Unfortunately, I must agree. From this point forward, the active search for Raptor 1241 will end.”

Major Laswell paused and composed his thoughts “Aye sir. I’ll ask the Chaplin to plan a small memorial service for him later in the day.”

“One more thing, Major” the admiral looks up “Major Watkins is currently on CAP duties, correct?”

Laswell paused for a moment “Aye Admiral.”

“Have her land here instead of Taurus. I will inform her of this personally.” Jacobs pause for a sip of coffee and returned to a more business tone. “Based on other scout information, I think we have found a good place to jump. The scouts have detected no traffic on the possible Cylon frequencies. We’ll be out of here before the end of the hour.”

“Yes sir, I’ll recall the current CAP and have another one ready in the tubes set to launch after the jump.”

Major Laswell leaves to recall the CAP to Intrepid.

“Major Trevors, distribute these coordinates through out the fleet. Set your jump clock to twenty minutes.”

Trevors popped a salute and looked at the navigators. “Aye, Admiral. Navigation spin up FTL drives and set your coordinates to…”

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