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 Post subject: Anthology #1: In the Beginning
PostPosted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 2:31 pm 
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Nearly seven and a quarter years before the storm
Picon Fleet Headquarters

(Originally appeared as a dream sequence in Libra Episode #22)


The two friends sat in a huge office. The balcony doors were open, allowing in the smell of the sea. It was a beautiful Friday afternoon in the summer. Most of the staff had left for the weekend.

“So, this is what you want, my friend?” the admiral asked. “The fleet can’t afford to lose you to retirement. Hell, you’re one of the more senior Admirals in the fleet.”

The grey haired man smiled “We both know I miss command, although I am always thankful for this time here serving with you. I need to stand in the middle of a CIC again. Desk jockeying is not the life for me.”

The man then paused and looked Admiral "I'm glad Fleet Command offered me the chance to get back into space. Thank you for the good words you put in."

“Anytime...lets have drink, buddy.”

The two men walked back into the office. Generally, the Admiral’s aide made the drinks, but this time was different. This was in some ways a celebration tinged with sadness. They had served the colonial navy together for many years. Even when the two men we in different places, they stayed in touch.

They sat at the Admiral’s desk across from each other. They chatted about old times, the old ships. On the walls were pictures of them fishing and deer hunting on Caprica, Picon and Aerelon. Photos of family outings, the ships they served on. There was more than just a military connection here.

They are best friends. Their children grew up together. Their wives talked them into going on the same shopping trips. And now they would be going different way, at least professionally.

“So, the government approved construction of eight new battlestars. Glad they got off their asses and approved the budget.” Admiral Nagala smiled.

“Greene couldn't filibuster forever. Getting the one that will be built in the Caprica Shipyards is convenient as well.”

“It allows you to be closer to your family…I can understand that. Heck, you have a good piece of land out in the country.”

“Yes, and you know when deer season is and where the key to the liquor cabinet is.” smiled the man.

“Yes, I do and I can make the four hour drive from Caprica City blindfolded…well nearly.” Both men laughed.

Admiral Nagala opened the computer file for the ship. “The ship is slated to flag the reconstituted BSG 87. Nice to see they are bringing that BSG number out of retirement. Lets see if I can find the name of that ship.”

The man wearing admiral pins went by the name of Thomas Jacobs. As he sat across from Senior Admiral Nagala, he smiled. “Her name is Intrepid…

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Intrepid Anthology #1:
In The Beginning

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PostPosted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 2:36 pm 
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Picon Fleet HQ
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Admiral Thomas Jacobs walked down the halls of the Fleet Admiralty with the step and quickness of his younger days. His smile was glowing and people who passed by noticed. As he entered his office, his secretary, Jolie Ortega looked up from her computer screen and noticed the happy smile on Jacob's face.

"I take it the meeting with Admiral Negala went well?" Jolie asked. The interoffice rumor mill had been filled for days with the stories that Tom Jacobs would be taking command of a ship after fifteen years at HQ. "Is congratulations in order, sir?"

The young civilian secretary had served Thomas for three years. Jolie reminded the admiral of his oldest daughter. She was a hard worker and stood her ground when called for. Jolie was honest and when you wanted her thoughts, she told her view, even if it wasn't exactly what you wanted to hear. Also, Jolie always smiled and made everyone felt welcome. Mostly, the single mother took joy in anything her two sons did. Sometimes I feel like I'm looking at Alyssa, Tom thought for a moment before answering.

"I would say so...of course, you already knew that. Nagy's secretary more than likely told you before I knew." Tom said with a slight laugh in his voice. "I'll still have my office here and one at the Caprica Shipyards until my ship is built...so you'll have to put up with me for a few more years. Whoever is stuck with me at Caprica will not be near as good as you."

"Ah, thank you!" Jolie smiled. "I'll hate to see you leave, you know that!"

"Talking about leaving, most everyone has taken off for the holiday weekend. Aren't you and the boys taking in the Pyramid game tonight?"

"Yeah...just finishing up a few things." Jolie said as she glanced down at the computer screen. "I'm just jumping ahead on some projects."

Tom looked at the young secretary and then reached into his pocket, "Save your work and come back after the holidays. I want you and the boys to go have some fun. Take this and treat them to a pre-game meal...and some junk food of choice at the game."

Tom opened up his wallet and pulled at six twenty-cubit bills. As Jolie's eyes widened, the Admiral placed the cash on her day planner and locked eye with his secretary, "Don't even think about saying no. Go get the boys and get out for the rest of the day. Work can wait."

Jolie took a deep breath and then stood. She gave the Admiral a big hug. "Whoever they put in this office...well, they won't be as good as you, Tom."

Tom looked at Jolie with the fondness of a proud father and smiled, "You go and have a good holiday break."

"I will!" As Tom started to go towards the door of his office, Jolie remembered what else she needed to tell him. "By the way, Cmdr. Johnson is waiting for you, sir. She arrived five minutes ago."

Tom looked at Jolie and took a breath, "Good...I need to talk to my Chief of Staff anyways. Take care and get the boys out of the house. See you Tuesday."

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As Tom entered the office, Cmdr. Susan Johnson stood up from the guest chair in front of the Admiral's desk. "Good afternoon, Tom. So, how did it go?"

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"I got my wish...within two years, this Admiral will no longer be a desk jockey" Tom said with a smile. "Intrepid's keel will be laid down at the Caprica Shipyards within the next ninety days."

Susan smiled, but in some ways she was nervous on the inside. "So, I guess we will need to have an office at the shipyards until construction has come along far enough. I can go and start that process for you."

"I was going to ask you to do that." Tom said as he made his way to the small wet-bar that was hidden behind two folding doors. "I will also need to start putting a core of senior officers together over the next six months...you'll be in charge of that as well."

"Yes sir." Susan stood there for a moment thinking, "So, I guess the hunt should start with obtaining an Executive Officer. I can think of some good Commanders already. Bill Adama comes to mind...as well as Jared Goforth, Benito Rodrigues, Karina..."

Tom interrupted the Commander as he walked out with two glasses, filled with some of the finest ambrosia to be had in all of the Twelve Colonies, "No need to worry about that. Nagy and I had that discussion already and he liked my choice of XO. The person just needs to be formally notified."

Quickly, Tom walked over to Johnson and handed her the drink, "I think the person I've settled on is perfect and will work very well with me...and Admiral Nagala agreed fully."

Susan tried not to show she was surprised. This news had clearly caught her off-guard. "Well, that is good to hear. When do I need to arrange the meeting between you and this person?"

"No need to make any arrangements." Tom paused and smiled, "I'm talking to my XO right now...as long as you say yes, Susie."

The Commander slowly sat down across from Tom. Her mind was racing at a million light years. "Me...I haven't XO'ed anything...I...I..."

"You have put up with me for six years as my Chief of Staff." Tom said as he seated himself in his large leather office chair. Inside, Tom was clearly bemused by the look of utter shock on Susie's face. "Also, you've served with me on three different ship...and you were the third in command on Columbia. Anyone who can put up with old, grouchy Mike Dyers can be an XO or CO anywhere else in our fraking fleet. So, I need you to start putting our team together...preferably with people we've worked with in the past. "

Thomas noticed that Susan was silent, still sitting in her chair in shock. The Commander was looking down at her drink...hoping the exquisite golden-hued booze would provide her with words or coherent thoughts.

Finally, Tom broke the silence. "If you were not up to it, you wouldn't be at the top of my list. Nagy wouldn't let me put you in that high of a position if he didn't have faith in you. No need for words other than 'thank you' and hopefully 'I accept'."

Susie finally looked up and drew a deep breath, "Well, I never saw this coming. I'll start putting the team in place after the holiday."

"Well, that sure as frak sounded like a 'yes' to me." Tom raised his glass and Susie responded in kind. After the two glasses lightly touched, Jacobs and Johnson quickly down the liquor. Tom sat his glass down and looked and his friend and XO, "Spend the weekend celebrating and packing. I'll send you to Caprica to set up shop as soon as I can get the travel orders written...on Tuesday."

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The edge of Picon City
Same Evening


The Jacobs home was on the edge of Picon City in the suburb city of Dyme. It was a tree-filled, architect planned city of well-to-do citizens. Tom sat in the back seat of a military-issued vehicle as it got off the highway and drove through the streets.

Military regulations dictated that all senior officers have at least two bodyguards and four additional Marines if they lived off base. Staff Sargent Cory Bayle had been assigned to Admiral Jacobs four months earlier for a one year 'tour' of duty. Cory not only served as bodyguard, but chauffeur as well. The car from the outside looked typical civilian, but it had been upgraded in protection. From a reinforced body to electronics, this was not a typical car. Cpl. Richard Martin was at the Jacobs property, guarding the fence-enclosed home and the admiral's wife.

Sgt. Bayle looked at the Admiral via the rear view mirror, "So, will you be taking Mrs. Jacobs out tonight, sir?"

"No, son...Maria and I will stay at home tonight. We'll be celebrating Colonial Day at the military parade Sunday." Jacobs smiled, "Sorry we're so boring. That's what happens when your kids move away and the grand kids are on other planets."

"Boring, never!" Cory said with a smile. "Besides, you're known as being one of the best bodyguard assignments to have."

Tom raised an eyebrow, "Let me guess...Maria's cooking?"

"That and the bedrooms we stay in have real beds, not field mats or cots, sir."

Tom grinned, "The Mrs. always aims to make everyone comfortable. Glad to hear we make the grade."

"Yes sir!"

As the car pulled up to the gate, Sgt. Bayle entered a code key on number pad next to the military radio. The gate quickly opened and the car drove through. Within moments, the gate was closed and the car had pulled into the garage and it's door had closed. Sgt. Bayle quickly got out of the car and opened Admiral Jacobs door. When Tom was first assigned bodyguards, he kept trying to tell them he could open his own door. They reminded him about regulations and how their boss would not like it. Jacobs once quipped 'but I outrank your boss'. After a while, he gave up and let the Marines do their duties.

After opening the door that took the pair into a hallway, Sgt. Bayle looked around and saw Mrs. Jacobs and Cpl. Martin in the kitchen. Tom chuckled a little as he realized what the pair were doing: Maria was teaching the corporal how to make a pasta sauce.

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Maria noticed the duo, "Hello, you two! You just arrived in time for dinner. I was just teaching Richard how to make a homemade red sauce...to impress his girlfriend the next time he sees her."

Tom looked over at Cpl. Martin, "And you will never find that good of a sauce in an MRE or military kitchen, son. Perks of being assigned under our roof."

"Yes sir!" the Cpl. smiled, "And since I'm going to propose to Beth when I go on leave, this will come in handy."

"Congratulations." Tom looked over at Maria with a smile, "Cook enough for the guys in the guest house?"

Maria playfully chided Tom, "Of course! We already took their dinner out to them an hour ago. I'm not going to let any of my kids go hungry."

Tom laughed, "Okay...I'm going to change out of this uniform. Going to enjoy the start of my weekend. Sargent, it's your turn to set the table."

Bayle smile, "Sir, yes sir!"

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PostPosted: Sun Aug 26, 2012 3:36 pm 
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Jacobs' Home - Master Bedroom
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Tom turned off the TV as Maria sat next to him in the king-sized bed reading a novel. Every night when Tom was home, Maria took this as her queue to close the book she was enjoying and get ready to turn off the lights. It has been the same routine for thirty-five years. As she placed the bookmark to keep her place, Maria looked at her husband.

"So, this is really going to happen." she sighed. "We've talked about it...it's just...well, now that it's happening, the reality is hitting me."

Tom placed his arm around Maria, "Yeah, but we'll be closer to most of the kids and grand kids. I will miss this place."

Maria immediately raised an eyebrow and smiled, "And just think, you hated this house when I picked it."

"Well, I did tell you that if you didn't like the on-base housing that it was up to you to make it happen. You did pick it quick when I went off to do that inspection." Tom looked around the master suite, "It took a year, but it grew on me. Lots of good memories here."

"Like the Picon Day party we threw when we first moved in?"

"You mean where I tripped over my shoes and ended up in the pool with the kids?"

Maria laughed, "Yeah...and Nagy never let you live that down for the next few years. How about when we threw the after prom party?"

"Oh Gods! Twenty-eight kids in formal wear and eight Marines in dress uniforms." Tom smiled. "I know for a fact the grunts had a lot of fun that night. I still have the group picture in my office from that night."

"Yeah...I think they had as much fun as the kids did, even while doing their duty." Maria smiled as she shook her head. "You're right, there are lots of good memories here, Tommy."

"We could keep the place and retire here instead of Caprica."

For a few moments, Maria sat quietly in thought. "No, it's time and I want to be closer to the kids. Most of the kids are there and even Alyssa is thinking about moving to Caprica City, if she can get that job she wants. Most everyone on the same planet...yeah. Puts us closer to our grandbabies."

Thomas looked down at his wife lovingly and kissed her. "Well, I will get in touch with appropriate folks Tuesday to start arranging the move. We both know there is paperwork to process. You can take care of getting us packed and the house listed. We still have three months before I split time between the shipyard and Fleet HQ."

"Three months." Maria chuckled, "It'll take that long to pack the house!"

Tom shook his head and smiled, "We won't make it all packing. Besides, there is lots that we can still do: sailing on the lake, taking in the opera..."

"And voting for Richard Adar?"

"Too bad we're not Picon citizens." Tom added, "I'd love to vote against Patrick Greene. It would make my job easier!"

With that, Maria kissed Tom and reached for the lamp, "Lights out, Admiral."

"Yes sir!" Tom laughed as the light went out. Within moments, the couple was under the covers and drifting off to sleep.

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PostPosted: Sun Sep 09, 2012 10:29 am 
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Construction Section - Dock 45
High Orbit above Caprica
Exactly seven years before the Second Cylon-Human War


Admiral Jacobs and his escort Marines had walked the long corridors of the construction yard for ten minutes before arriving at the Dock 45 Construction Office. He was greeted by two Colonial Marines that saluted him. After Tom returned the salute, one of the Marines opened the hatch into the office section. A civilian secretary noticed who was entering and stood up to greet him.

"Admiral Jacobs, it is good to finally meet you. I'm Cara Moore."

Tom shook the outstretched hand, "Likewise. It is finally good to put a face with the voice. So, is the Chief here?"

Cara smiled, "The Commander arrived back a few minutes ago. I'll let him know you are here."

Ms. Moore made her way into the office of her boss. Within moments, she returned. "Come this way, Admiral."

Within moments, Tom entered the office to Commander Bill Canady, Chief Construction Engineer. Bill saluted his superior officer and the Admiral returned it.

"Welcome, Admiral. It's been a long time, sir." Bill smiled. "Last time I saw you was about three years ago on that...project."

Tom smiled, "Yeah, that's one neither one of us are supposed to mention. I'm glad that one turned out well. When I heard you had been put in charge of building Intrepid, I knew she would be in good hands."

Bill looked at Tom thoughtfully, "I'm glad to be on this one. I think it's time to open up the shutters and take a look...with your permission, of course."

"By all means...lets see how far you've come in three weeks."

Cmdr. Canady pushed a button on his desk and two heavily-armored portal covers began to open. From their vantage point, the two officers looked directly into the dock. Before them was a starboard view of what would become the central part of the battlestar. It resembled a straight piece of metal that over the next few weeks would be almost as long as the dock. In sea-faring terms, this would be known as the keel. Some engineers still refereed to it as that. The modern term coined by space ship engineers was 'backbone' or 'spine'. The backbone of Mercury-class battlestars were rated for 750,000 FTL jumps over the lifetime of the ship. Some structural engineers felt the actual lifespan was closer to a million jumps.

The 'backbone' section that was already in place was not small, not by any stretch of the imagination. Tom noticed construction workers walking on the hexadecimal 'spine' and they resembled ants climbing a huge tree trunk. He also took note of the tethering lines that were in place to keep the 'spine' in the dock. He could see a construction tug at the open end of the dock with another piece of what would make up the backbone of the battlestar.

Tom smiled, "And just think, in two years we should be going to space trials and then commissioning. Kind of amazing it all start this way."

"With modern technologies, it's easier to construct these ships." Bill looked at Tom, "In another section of the yard, they've started on the first interior modules and the hangers. The Engineering core will be done in ten months and attached. I'll have her off of base power at that point. Mercury class battlestars...they can be constructed quick."

"Just the way we meant them to be. In twenty-five years, the plan is that all the other battlestar classes will be retired."

"Kind of boring, if you ask me. Something to be said for the old Columbia-class ships that fought the war." Bill looked at Tom and then back out into the yard. "Looks like I will be long since retired when that happens. This is my last project."

Jacobs raised an eyebrow and looked at the Commander, "Making it to forty years and calling it a career?"

"Yes." Bill said flatly. "I have grand-kids and great-grand kids that hardly get to see me. Time to make a change."

"Yeah, I've given that some thought as well." Tom said reflectively. "Spend a few more years in space...get the wanderlust out of my system and then settle down."

Bill shook his head in agreement, "Understood, sir. Now, Cara does have an office for you right next to mine...so you have a place until I get the first two layers of the ship done. CIC and your office will be ready at that point...but that is still six months away."

"Good. I hope to spend more time up here than in Unified Command down in Caprica City."

"You have the right idea, if I might say so." Bill smiled as he looked back from the portal and at the Admiral. "Most of the people at Unified are just trying to kiss butt to get stationed at Picon Fleet HQ."

Tom snorted, "You have them figured out well. We leave the butt-kissers here so HQ doesn't get overran."

"Yes sir. If everything goes as planned, I'll have you in your ship and I'll be heading home to Libra to sit on a beach in two years."

Tom smiled, "Are you going to be one of those guys in ugly shorts using a metal detector above the sands, Commander?"

"I've already bought my ugly neon blue and orange long short, sir." Cmdr. Canady said in a matter of fact tone. "They're a little snug, so I will need to get in a little more PT before retirement..."

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Captain Steven Kersh had handed off most of his patients to his attending doctors and interns earlier in the day. Kersh spent most of his time either teaching or being tied up in paperwork. Today, he was expecting to see an old friend, so he had semi-cleaned his office.

As he straightened up a stack of folders on his desk, there was a knock at the door.

"Enter." Kersh said as he stood. When the door swung open, he smiled. "Well, It's good to see you, old friend."

"You too...and remember, you're the older of the two of us." Cmdr. Susan Johnson said with a smile. "Any chance I can get you out of here for lunch?"

Steve frowned, "Not today, even though I would love to. I'm keeping an eye on two attending doctors and I have eight interns. No rest...and if it wasn't for my wife packing my lunch, I doubt I'd eat. Have a seat. How is Fleet Command treating you and the old man? "

"You haven't heard have you?" Susan said with a smile.

"Sorry, if it doesn't happen in this hospital or at the house, I'm pretty much out of the loop." Steve said. "Feel free to fill me in."

"The Admiral is quitting the desk jockey race. He's jumping back into command."

Kersh raised an eyebrow, "They let him out of the HQ halls on Picon? Did he tick anyone off or did Tom decide he wanted a change of scenery?"

"He's still a part of Command...but he's his office will now be portable. Our ship is being built at the Caprica Ship Yards."

"Our ship?"

"Yes, I'm the XO of Intrepid. She's in the early stages of construction. Backbone is being built as we speak. The Admiral is there to help overview the construction."

Capt. Kersh leaned back in his chair and took measure of his old friend, "This isn't just a social call, is it?"

"Oh, I'm still going to find a way to take you out for lunch." Susan said with a smile. "Still, you're right. I'm putting a team together...and we need a CMO."

Steven now sat forward and locked eyes with the Commander, "Ah...okay. Why me?"

"You know the Admiral and what he expects. You've had assistant CMO experience on the Mercury. Also, you consulted on the medical bay design on the Ithica. Besides..."

"Besides what?"

"Do you want to stay here and wipe the noses of a dozen interns and do paperwork the rest of your days?" Susan asked point-blank. "Why stay when you can have your own professional staff. People you get to pick. Plus something else that you deserve."

Intrigued, Kersh slowly nodded, "And that would be?"

"I think with all that you have done and your FitReps being the kind that most people would kill for...I think a good word to a promotion board is due."

Steve took a deep breath, "You make a deal that almost can't be refused..."

"But?"

"Remember, I would be in the dog house if I didn't discuss this with Cheree."

"Well, talk it over with her by all means...but I will need to know in the next month or so."

"Okay." Steve paused, "So, where do you want to take me to lunch?"

"Saw a place that specializes in Scorpian nomad cuisine. Are you game?"

"I've heard a lot from my interns about that place. Give me ten minutes and I'll let the attendings know that I'm stepping out for lunch...for once." Kersh said with a smile.

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Four months into construction of Intrepid
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Maria Jacobs had asked her daughter Alyssa and Cpl. Richard Martin to wait outside for a few minutes. She wanted to walk the now empty house one last time before jumping on a Caprican Sun flight to Caprica. Mixed feelings of happy and sad filled her mind. Lots of good memories in this home. I hate to leave it...but I knew this day would eventually come.

She made it a point to start in the finished partially below ground basement. The large family room had seen many family get-togethers, slumber parties for the kids and grand-kids, formal occasions and visitors. From the large and beautiful double doors, Maria looked out into the backyard. She chuckled a little as she remembered Tom falling into the pool that first summer on Colonial Day.

After a few lingering moments, she made it a point to look in each room and smiled. Maria made it a point to stick her head in each closet to make sure nothing was left behind. After the last check, she started up the stairs and entered the main hallway. She stopped and looked at the ghostly outlines of where the framed photos had hung. After closing her eyes, Maria could imagine the hall as it once was: filled with photos of the family, children and grand-children's framed coloring pages and the dogs or cats racing down the hall.

Slowly, Mrs. Jacobs made it to the end of the hall where the main floor bedrooms were at. Once again, she did the same ritual as she had done downstairs. Tom's office was now just and empty small bedroom with new carpet. Before Tom left, Fleet Command had chiseled out a safe that had been cemented into the floor when they first moved in. The military had paid for this room to be redone after Admiral Jacobs was officially sent to Caprica. After a few seconds, she turned and walked into the master suite. Once again, the ghostly outlines of picture frames could be seen.

It was this moment when Maria started to choke up a little. Memories of the entire time her and Tom lived in the house flashed before her. The carpet still had the spots of where the furniture has sat for years. It was easy to mentally picture it all still there. Maria placed her hand on the door frame and looked in the bedroom one last time and smiled.

Finally, Mrs. Jacobs entered the open concept living room / kitchen. The formal dining room was a little through a doorway next to the kitchen and Maria peeked quickly in there. It wasn't her favorite room, but there were some good memories there. Quickly, she turned around and looked at the kitchen and living room one last time. Her eyes looked out the grand windows that overlooked the backyard and a nearby lake.

Several years of the passing seasons flashed before her eyes. Maria imagined the trees blooming, the warm sun touching everything. She could hear the sounds of children and off-duty Marine guards jumping into the pool to cool off during the hot summer. Finally, she could imagine the leaves falling off all of the trees in the fall and the occasional winter snow falling.

Then, Maria Jacobs opened her eyes and returned to the present: an empty room where so much of her life had been spent. Soon, the home would be repainted and re-floored. The Jacobs family 'ghostly' outlines would soon be covered up and a new family would soon move in. Even though there were changes in the air, Maria would always remember when this place called 'home'.

After a few more moments looking around, Maria walked towards the front door. After opening it for the last time, she looked back and smiled. "Thank you for giving me the best memories a person could ask for. I hope the next people who live here find you as wonderful as I did."

With the last longing, tear-filled look finished, Mrs. Jacobs closed the door behind her. The sounds of her locking the deadbolt echoed throughout the empty house that Maria fell in love with so many years ago.

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High Orbit above Caprica
Five months into Construction


Adm. Tom Jacobs sat in his office in the Construction yard watching the last parts of the backbone being mated together. He could see the glow from the powerful torches on the welding pods doing their job. Tom could also see the addition support framing coming together. One could make out the faint outlines of what would be a battlestar.

In a near-by construction area, Tom could see the engines of Intrepid coming together. That portion of the project was a month and a half ahead of schedule.

There was a 'chime' sound from the computer on his desk. He turned from the portal and sat at his desk. He raised an eyebrow as he looked at the subject line:

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To: Admiral T. Jacobs
From: Fleet Command - Picon
Subject: Meeting


Tom noticed that there was no text in the body of the message, but only a secured attachment. Tom clicked on the attachment and it asked for his 'Admiralty Clearance' password. This was a file that Tom had been waiting for. After entering the password, the file opened.

After looking through the file, Tom closed it with a slight frown. ONE of my recommends made it for Promotion review and interviews. Bill and Ben both should have been in this list! Some of the people on there had no business being on there...

A knock on the door got Toms' attention, "Enter".

It was Cara Moore, "Sir, Admiral Nagala is on a secure line for you."

Tom raised an eyebrow, "Well, his timing is perfect...and I need to talk to him anyways. Glad he's in Caprica City this week. I hate doing everything by e-note, talking is a lot easier." Although he might not like hearing what I have to say when we meet face to face...

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Scorpia - Atenohtep Desert 100km north of the city of Theseopolis
Fort Richards Joint Training Base Special Operations, Command Building
Five months into ship construction
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Marine Major Steven Pretrivich was annoyed as he approached the Command Building. Two Marine Privates saluted him and opened the door as the Major returned the salute in stride. I have four platoons on the firing range that have to finish their per-deployment qualifications today or else my butt is going to get dragged in front of the General. I hope Captain Eaton stays on their asses...not a day to get dragged off the range.

Mentally, Pretrivich continued to growl as he rode up an elevator and walked down the corridors until he stood outside the office of Col. Mila Gibson, the XO of the base. After a few moments, the secretary motioned him into the office. There stood the Colonel with a ghost from Steven's past: Naval Commander Susan Johnson.

Quickly, the Marine Major came to attention and popped a salute. After a few moments and a returned salute from the senior officers, Col. Gibson looked at the Commander and Major. "Commander Johnson has requested to speak with you, Major. If you two don't mind, I'll leave you to have your talk."

Steven showed no emotion, "Yes, sir."

"Thank you Colonel and I will try to be in and out quickly." Johnson smiled. "I know you have a lot of business to do."

"Anytime, Commander." Gibson said and then exited the room.

Susan smiled, trying to get a reaction from Steven. "Hello, old friend. Lets have a seat. How are you doing these days?"

"Busy", the Marine replied in a business tone as he sat next to the Commander. "I have lots of things to get done before the sun goes down. What brings you to Scorpia, sir?"

"Well, you Steven. I'm reaching out with an opportunity."

"I heard the Old Man is getting a ship and you're the XO." Steven paused, letting himself 'recenter' his emotions. "Congratulations, Susan."

"Thank you." Susie noticed that her friend seemed a bit off. It maybe just the stress of the the day, she thought. "The reason I'm here is that I've been tasked to put together a command crew for the Admiral. Your name is at the top of my list. So, how would you like a change of scenery? Leave the hot desert for a climate controlled battlestar? You have all the qualifications to run your own MarDet."

"First choice, eh?" Steven said. "I'm not sure I'm the man for the job."

Johnson raised an eyebrow in surprise, "Why not?"

Pretrivich thought carefully about his words before answering, "Personal reasons, Commander. I'm not sure I would be a good fit with Admiral Jacobs."

"Care to enlighten me, Major?"

"I have a question for you, Susan...but I'm not sure you can or will want to answer it."

Susan took a deep breath and locked eyes with Steven, "Try me."

"Operation Broken Mirror. Admiral Jacobs was connected to it. What happened? It wasn't a training accident that killed a spec ops team...was it?"

Inside, Susan was taken aback with the question. She weighed her words carefully, "Yes, Admiral Jacobs was connected to it and it is top secret. I can't comment on it...you know that."

"I had a cousin that was on that team that didn't come back." Steven paused before continuing, "He left a wife and three kids...and I'd like to know the truth...not the cover story from the Admiralty."

"I'm sorry for your loss." Susan said. "I can tell you this because I was there: his death was not in vain. It may be cold comfort, but I can not go into details. You know the what can happen on missions, Steve. Sometimes, for the greater good, we can not go into details."

"Cold comfort indeed, Susan." Steven said as he stood up. "I'm not sure that I would be a good fit. If you will excuse me, Commander..."

"I think you're screwing up, Steven." Johnson said abruptly. "Your problem is not with Tom Jacobs and I can tell you that for damn sure. You were not there when choices had to be made...much bigger choices than you could imagine."

Steven paused and looked at Cmdr. Johnson, "Maybe so, but you don't have a dead family member and a contrived story about his death. Someone has blood on their hands is covering their ass."

"Have I ever lied to you or given you any reason not to trust me in our years of serving together at various posts?"

"No, you haven't, Susan."

"Did Tom Jacobs ever lead you astray in the times you have worked with him?"

"Not that I know of, but..."

"Then trust me on this one: your cousin did not die needlessly." Susan took a breath, "I was there and what I can tell you is that hard choices were made on all sides. Maybe I can go into the details in the future and you'll see I'm right."

The Major took a deep breath and softened his tone, "So, what about now? What do you want me to do in the here-and-now?"

"Get what ever you need to get done today done. Go back to your bunk tonight and think about this offer. Running a MarDet does not happen every day. Don't throw away an opportunity on conjecture about something you were not there for. Will you do that for me?"

"Okay...when do you need a formal answer?"

"Within three months. E-note me or let me know via Col. Gibson. She knows you have an offer on the table. One last thing Steve."

"Yes, Susie?" Steven said before opening the door.

"I'm sorry for your loss. I didn't know." Johnson said from the heart.

Pretrivich momentarily closed his eyes and saw the smiling face of his cousin in happier times, "Thank you Susie...Marcus was a good man."

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Caprica - four hours outside of Caprica City
Near Adm. Jacobs Wilderness Cabin
Five Months into construction
Early Morning


It was a cool autumn morning in the Tervian Mountains. A quiet pond and surrounding marsh water reflected the morning sun as ducks came in for a landing. The peace was shattered by the sounds of shotgun fire.

Two men looked at each other as the ducks successfully evaded their blasts. "Well Nagy, we suck at hunting this morning," Tom Jacobs said with a sigh.

"Third time was not the charm. I think we need to grab our stuff and head back to the cabin, Tommy." Admiral Alonzo 'Nagy' Nagala looked up at the sky and at the fleeing ducks. "Sometimes it's just best to let the other side win occasionally. Is the coffee still over there?"

"It's with Staff Sargent Bayle." Jacobs looked across the duck blind and held out a cup. "Cory, the Admiral needs a refill."

"Yes, sir." Sgt. Bayle already had the thermos open and refilled Nagala's cup quickly. "I take it we're calling it a morning here, sirs?"

"Yeah. Radio to the others to come on out and pick us up." Tom said as he handed Cory his cup. "We're cutting our losses and heading back to the big house. Mother Nature beat the Colonial Navy today...time to go warm up."

"Yes, sir."

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The large log cabin on the Jacob's property was more like a house than cabin. It was six bedrooms and had three bathrooms. There was a large common room that was next to the kitchen and dinning room. There were two smaller two-bedroom cabins that had been build to house additional guests or Marines.

Admiral Jacobs had made lunch for everyone staying at the property for the weekend. It was a simple pasta with red sauce, grilled duck sausages and salad. After everyone ate, the six marines on body guard duty washed and put up the dishes. Soon, it was just the Admirals in the common room, looking at Mount Durst in the distance.

"I need to make this trip more often since your here for another year and a half." Alonzo said while gazing at the distant mountain. "I wish I had found this place before you did."

"Home away from home" Jacobs said as handed Nagala a beer. "It's nice to not be up on the station right now...the walls and artificial air was getting to me."

"How is Intrepid coming along?"

"Overall, we're on time. Some parts of construction are ahead while some are lacking." Tom said. "She'll be ready for space trials and commissioning in a year and a half."

"Good." Alonzo smiled, "So glad we're not at Unified Command in Cap City. Those folks were starting to drive me nuts."

"I avoid that place as much as possible." Jacobs made his way over to a pair of overstuffed chairs that sat in front of the large picture window. "I do want to talk shop, though."

"I had a feeling you were going to say that" Nagala said as he sat down. "Let me guess Tom: the initial promotions list?"

"I take I'm not the first on the Admiralty to bitch and moan then?"

"No and I know the two reasons why you and everyone else are not happy."

Tom raised an eyebrow, "And those reasons are?"

"First, there is the fact that none of your recommendations there. Second...seven of the fifteen nominees came from Mike Dyers."

"Damn straight" Tom sighed. "I knew this was going to happen when the review and submissions board was formed with people who had served under him. They became motivated to nominate 'his' people after Mike stated he was going to retire. I know that he wasn't behind this...but it stinks."

"That is why, as Head of the Admiralty, I'm going to reject the list formally Monday morning." Alonzo looked at Tom, "Happy?"

"As long as you instruct them to consider everyone far more broadly...yes." Tom took a deep breath and looked out the window, "We both know how political that board can get since we've both served on it. How many admiral spots are open this time?"

"Three and when Mike retires, we have a spot open on the Admiralty board. We need to think about having Mike's replacement lined up when he retires. Any thoughts on who?"

"Well, since the recommendation of the retiring member carries a lot of weight, I hope Mike recommends Admiral Hatzis."

"Markos? I can go with that." Nagala paused and took a sip of beer, "Did you see where the Zeus was formally budgeted for?"

"Our super-waste of cubits...ah, I mean the Super-Battlestar? Yup. We could build four complete battle groups for the price of that overgrown target." Tom said.

"Well, it's going to happen and I think having a ship like her that can control other BSGs and serve as a roaming command center will be a good thing...but it's still going to take five years to construct."

"Lots of unproven tech going into it as well. Nagy, I kind of like the old days where nothing was networked and people ran things." Tom stated dryly. "Then again, we did the one thing a lot of these designers and 'great minds' didn't have to do."

"And that is?"

"We survived the first Cylon war."

Nagala shook his head in agreement, "I hear you, Tom. Still, if they can build it to where the Toasters can't compromise it, why not?"

"I hope we never have to live that moment...but, why leave it to chance if we do?"

"Explain that to the bean-counters, the politicians and lobbyists who don't have to fight the next war. They just want to do the next big thing on the cheap."

Tom took a swig of beer, "Yeah, and doing big things on the cheap will get us all killed..."

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Previously, in this episode:

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Commander Johnson took a deep breath, "Have I ever lied to you or given you any reason not to trust me in our years of serving together at various posts?"

"No, you haven't, Susan."

"Did Tom Jacobs ever lead you astray in the times you have worked with him?"

"Not that I know of, but..."

"Then trust me on this one: your cousin did not die needlessly." Susan took a breath, "I was there and what I can tell you is that hard choices were made on all sides. Maybe I can go into the details in the future and you'll see I'm right."

The Major took a deep breath and softened his tone, "So, what about now? What do you want me to do in the here-and-now?"

"Get what ever you need to get done today done. Go back to your bunk tonight and think about this offer. Running a MarDet does not happen every day. Don't throw away an opportunity on conjecture about something you were not there for. Will you do that for me?"

"Okay...when do you need a formal answer?"

"Within three months. E-note me or let me know via Col. Gibson. She knows you have an offer on the table..."


Scorpia - Atenohtep Desert 100km north of the city of Theseopolis
Fort Richards Joint Training Base Special Operations, Command Building
Seven and a half months into ship construction
Early Evening


Marine Major Steven Pretrivich sat looking at a computer screen and contemplating the words he had written. I'm not sure about this. Veronica thinks I'm throwing away a good opportunity if I say no. Hell, her and Susan are a lot alike.

Col. Gibson, his immediate commanding officer had reminded Steven that both she and Johnson needed an answer soon. Gibson had also pointed out how seldom MarDet CO offers came like they had to him. "Most move from the inside...not from planet side, Gibson had commented.

The same unsaid thought keep running though Steven's mind: 'Everyone keeps telling me to do it...but I also have questions that are unanswered. Can I trust the man I'll be working for again?'

Steven sat there for another five minutes staring at the words on the screen. Finally, the Marine took a deep breath and grabbed the keyboard. "Ah, frak it...here goes."

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To: Cmdr. Susan Johnson
CC: Col. M. Gibson
Subject: Offer

Commander Johnson,

After a lot of thought and consultations with my wife, I have decided to accept your offer as MarDet Commanding Officer on Intrepid. I will consult with you and Col. Gibson on what step needs to be taken next in this process.

Thank you,
Major Steven Pretrivich

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Naval Yard
Construction Section - Dock 45
High Orbit above Caprica
Nine months to the day into Construction


Today was a special day for the construction of the of the Intrepid: The inner core modules had been connected, stabilized and reinforced and basically made into one 'unit'. The engine and flight decks modules, being built in another section of the yard, would be attached within two months. By then, the outer core would be on the ship would be closing on completion. After that, the additional layers of armor would be added.

Still, with a lot left to do, Intrepid was starting to look like a battlestar. With the inner core completed, the ship could be pressurized and internal outfitting of equipment could start or be connected. Many of the modules were outfitted during their construction...before they were permanently added to the ship.

There was one room that the Admiral wanted to see for himself. A self-contained walkway had been mounted to a temporary airlock on the core. This allowed for the movement of construction workers and material from inside the station to the inside of the ship. Admiral Tom Jacobs, along with Construction Chief Engineer Commander Bill Canady and several Marines stepped foot into the 'core' of the Intrepid.

"Welcome home, Admiral." Canady said with a smile.

"Home is still under construction...but it's home." Tom said as he looked around the corridor. There were technicians, civilian and military, working in the halls: wall control units were being hooked up. Power and communications lines were being tested.

A Marine standing guard at a nearby hallway junction noticed the VIPs, snapped to attention and shouted, "Attention! Admiral on the deck!"

All the sounds of construction stopped in one swift moment. Everyone, even the civilians, stood at attention. Everyone stood as if they were statues in a hallway.

Tom looked around at the workers, "Thank you for all the good work you are doing on my ship. Please, carry on and please pay no attention this...this gawker. As you were."

There were a few small chuckles and the construction crew resumed work. "Commander, I think you know where I want to go."

Commander Canady nodded, "Indeed I do. This way, sir."

The group moved down the halls and to an elevator. After arriving in the center core, the Admirals' group exited the lift, and made a short walk to a closed hatch. The Marines guarding the quiet hallway saluted the Admiral and then opened the door. Commander Canady made it a point to go in first. Even though the room was dark, he knew exactly where the power switches were. After a few moments, light came from the doorway.

"Come on in, Admiral." Canady shouted.

Tom Jacobs walked into the room. There were several consoles that he could tell did not have equipment yet. Others were complete and were waiting for full connections and power. In the center of the room, there was no doubt what was there.

First, there were the six DRADIS monitors, mounted in a circular fashion. They were dark...awaiting for the mainframes to come online so they could relay real-time tactical information. Below the DRADIS was something covered up.

Tom and Bill walked up. Canady was about to pull back the cover when Jacobs stopped him. "No Commander, I get this honor."

Canady smiled and stepped away, "Of course, Admiral. The honor is yours."

Tom tried not to show his excitement. He felt like a kid at his birthday party, finally getting a chance to open his presents. Slowly he pulled off the cover, revealing the command table. For a moment, it was dark...but then it sprung to life as it powered on.

Cmdr. Canady had thrown the power switch and smiled. "There...feeling a little more at home, sir?"

"Damn straight, I am." Tom looked at the table, "Did you go and have this pulled out of an old Columbia class ship?"

"No, but I had the plans pulled and modified. She has all the modern bells and whistles, but looks like a classic...right down to the handsets."

The Admiral looked at the handset closest to him and touched it. "It looks like the old Mark Two Comm-link sets."

"But they are the Mark Fourteens, sir. Had to convince the folks at Fleet Design to give me what I wanted. I met some initial...resistance."

Jacobs' raised an eyebrow, "How did you get them to see it your way?"

The Commander laughed a little, "Lets just say I mentioned the name of the ship and its CO to them. They saw things from my point a view after that."

"Why you little name dropper!" Tom laughed. "I'm glad they saw it your way. So, when can I start working out of my ship?"

"Give us about a month. We'll have CIC, your office, the mainframes and that fleet special project outfitted...and ready for your official review."

"Yes, I'll be back in a month to move in." The Admiral looked around the CIC one more time. "Commander, lets carry on with the unofficial tour."

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Athena River Walk and Park
Nine and a half months into construction


Commander Susan Johnson was not wearing a uniform on this warm and sunny morning. She was in shorts, a t-shirt and running shoes keeping pace with her nineteen year old daughter Elsa. As the duo approached the huge water fountain in the center of the park, Susan slowed and put up a hand to pause her daughter. "Whoa...your old mom needs to catch her breath for a sec."

"You're not that old...have you been skipping P.T. lately?" Else said with a playful laugh. "You did say working in the Admiralty can make one fat."

"I'm just used to having a nice climate-controlled track and gym to workout in." Susan paused to get a gulp of water from a drinking fountain next to them. "Besides, your Godfather could give us a run for our cubits."

"How is Uncle Tom? Has he been down since the ship construction started?"

"He's down on the weekends with his family...mainly staying out at the cabin. You know how him and I are allergic to Unified Command."

"Maybe we can go see him in a few weeks...before we go home for the rafting trip?" Elsa said before taking a sip of water. "It's been a while since we've been there and I miss the mountains."

"Let me talk with him. Your brother will be done with his summer courses at that point. I'm looking forward to that trip...it'll be nice to have the family together for the reunion."

"Yeah and that reminds me: can Chad come with us?"

Susan raised an eyebrow, "So, introducing him to the family now? Another sign it's serious..."

"You don't have to worry about a wedding for a few years. Remember that he has to finish his degree and get through flight school. He also wants to get a deployment or two under his belt. Maybe he can find his way to Intrepid?"

"You might want to talk to your Uncle Tom if you want us to keep an eventual eye on him." Susan said jokingly. "Come on, one more mile and we'll call it a good run for the day."

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