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 Post subject: Intrepid Episode 15: In the Darkest Hour
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Previously, On Battlestar Intrepid...

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Day 64
1422


Admiral Jacobs had listened to the wireless broadcast of the convention results in the CIC. He smiled somewhat after the results had been read. One more step to normalcy…

“One more step back to circuses, Tom” Major Lia Davis said with a grin. “Hopefully Greene was not be the true ring leader in all of this. My Gods, they made it where he gets to keep a quorum seat. Talk about 11th hour deals.”

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Intrepid F-CAG office
Day 65
15:56


"I do have to ask you one more question, Major." Major Bruce Lazwell looked at Maj. Watkins somewhat nervously. "It's about you and Lt. Butler. Some rumors have gotten back to me about the two of you...and a few pilots have voice their concerns to me."

Sabrina looked at her superior somewhat coldly, "I can assure you that it is all of a personal nature and is private if you are asking about our relationship."

There was a small, but uncomfortable pause while the F-CAG thought about what Watkins had said. Lazwell then shook his head in agreement.

"Ok, I've known you long enough that I know I take your word on that then. If you two are going to be CAGs, you will need to work on a professional level." Laswell looked Watkins in the eyes, "If I hear personal and professional is mixing, then I have to get involved. Keep it clean."

"I understand, sir." Watkins quickly stood. "Anything else, sir?"

"No. Transfers and realignment occurs tomorrow at noon. Dismissed."


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Intrepid - CO's Quarters
Day 65
1805


"Okay admiral, who is going to step in for me here?" Maj. Lia Davis asked.

"Well, soon to be Captain Trevors. We'll promote him at the start of the first shift tomorrow morning."

The major smiled, "He's earned it. Okay boss, you're in good hands then...I'll go."

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Lycanthrope
Near NGC-9155-2A
Day 65
1906


"DRADIS!" Corrina Harrison shouted, just as Merton was seeing the object on the screen. "Ranger's back early!"

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" Solingen was ready for any immediate order.

"We'll find out. Condition One throughout the ship." Merton said for all, then he picked up his handset. "This is Lycanthrope Actual. You're coming in hot, Butler."

[I was scanning when a Cylon signal came up...ten seconds before I jumped, a baseship entered the area. They saw me and fired....another two seconds and I wouldn't have been here.]

"Understood." Merton said calmly, while inside he raged. Frakkin' trap; we should've known. "You're cleared for landing. Then we'll jump."

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Intrepid - Starboard Hanger Bay
Day 65
1916


"Excuse me?" a somewhat nervous male voice asked, "Are You Brenda Holliwell?"

The Six model turned and looked at the young man. "Yes I am...and you must be Specialist Bently?

"Just call me Adam and welcome to the Intrepid. I understand that you are the new FTL systems engineer?"

"Yes, I'm mainly handling computers and some of the interlocks...but I'm not afraid to swing a wrench." Brenda smiled and lightly laughed, "Well, at least part time for the next six weeks. I'll be doing basic training of a morning."

"Yes, the new 'fast boot camp' program." Adam couldn't help but notice how beautiful Brenda was. "You'll be with the others in training...I'll take you to them."

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Hydrus – Agro Dome #12
Day 67
0950


A tall, dark and very well-built man stood looking at the fruit trees and checking the apples. Bryant Dillon tried to keep the happenings of the fleet out of his mind. To many, the re-installment of a governing body is considered a success.

But not to the Warlord of the People’s Liberation Army…it was a bitter day.

Our numbers are still too small for a proper action…especially since they have increased their marine presence on all the ships. Captain Byrum had to take on the additional grunts or face questions. Instead, he decided to protect our cover for a future day.

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Nimbus – Convention Area
Day 67
1210


The Cylon smiled as she held President Rattiford in front of her, "This is just sixty-seven days late, Mr. President..."

Kayla pressed the power button to the earTunes player in her suit jacket and closed her eyes. The plastic explosives detonated, taking out the Three model, the president and most of the conference hall.

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Nimbus – Convention Area
Day 67
1412


After they picked up the stretcher, the Admiral and the marines treated Aurturo Ohara as it he was a fallen comrade, giving him an honor guard as they left the ruins of the room. Jacobs brought up the rear of the group…

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Cry me a river, Mr. Ohara…


Tears streamed down the face of the Admiral.

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Open space
On the other side of NGC-9155
Day 70


The name plate of this ship does not say Intrepid

…it reads Libra.

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Intrepid – CO’s Quarters
Day 70
0545


Captain Trevors was midway through giving the admiral the morning report when he noticed Jacobs drifting asleep, “Admiral, is everything okay sir?”

Thomas’ eyes opened wide when he realized what had happened, “No, yes...er…continue captain. I haven’t slept well since the last fight. My side has been giving me hell.”

“Sir, have you been to medical yet?” Darren said with some concern. “That’s got to be more than a bruise that you have then.”

“And have Major Kersh give me an earful for not coming in sooner?” Jacobs stopped complaining when he saw the far from sympathetic look from his junior officer. “Okay, after the end of first watch…I’ll go.”

“Far be it for me to say, but I think you need to go when we are done. I saw you slam into the command table when we took that hit. Body armor wouldn’t have helped.”

“Major Lazwell was right about you: almost nothing escapes your attention…which brings me to something I need to take care of.” Jacobs looked down at the floor and then back at the captain. “Things are not looking good for Major Davis. After talking to Major Lazwell, he feels that he’s still a bigger asset being the Fleet CAG…and I have to agree with him because no one in this fleet is better at air wing operations than him. Lazwell did make one suggestion and recommendation.”

“Oh, Admiral?”

“He said he’d only take the XO’s position if you turned it down.” Thomas finally smiled a bit, “He’s right, you know CIC operations better than anyone on the ship. So, am I going to promote you and make you a major or do I need to call Major Lazwell?”

“Me, sir?!” Darren said in shock. “I would be honored to, sir.”

“Good, that is what I wanted to hear.” Jacobs handed Trevors his new rank insignias. “That’s effective as of this moment. Your first XO duty is to meet with Maj. Lazwell, our new CAG and three pilots in the brig.”

“Uh-oh…Blackhat pilots, sir?”

“You are correct…they had a little too much to drink and picked a fight with a couple of marines. You’ll meet with those grunts and Col. Petrivich afterwards.”

“And while the XO is dealing with disciplinary actions, you’ll be meeting with Major Kersh in medical about your ribs.” Maj. Trevors said with with a raised eyebrow.

Jacobs tried not to laugh due to the pain, “Yup, Lazwell was right…you are XO material. Okay then, unless I am put into a bed, I’ll see you in CIC at 0730.”

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Intrepid Medical - Intensive Care Suite
Day 70
0547


Capt. Dr. Terri Hillard quietly walked into ICU room. There she found Dr. Steven Kersh asleep in a chair, "Major, sir? Doctor, you need to go get some sleep. We can keep an eye on her and everyone else."

Intrepid's chief medical officer took a deep breath, as if he was surprised. "No, really, I'm fine Terri. I'll start my rounds in just a few minutes."

"Sir, you've mostly been in here for a day and a half. She's stabilized and is out of immediate danger." Terri pulled up a chair next to the doctor. "If Major Davis wakes up, you're the first person I am calling."

Steve thought about arguing, but he knew his friend was right. "Okay Terri, I'll let you folks take over until this afternoon. Page me if there are any changes."

"Yes sir." Dr. Hillard smiled as Dr. Kersh got up to leave. "And no stopping for coffee between here and your quarters."

Kersh smiled, "I'm so tired I'd end up wearing most of it..."

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Nimbus
Day 70
0610


Two more funerals today...two.

Helen Goodland grimly thought as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her face carried the deep, dark bruises of the attack on the convention. Above her right eye was a set of stitches binding a deep gouge from glass.

They keep telling me I'm lucky...why don't I feel like it? Helen thought as she place a new bandage over the stitches. She wanted to put on her makeup, but she knew it would be useless until she was about to leave the suite. Helen slumped her head and looked at the soapy water in the sink and sighed. Who's lucky...me or the dead?

She looking up from the sink and back at the mirror, Helen watched her tears roll down her face. Some rolled off her cheeks and into the water below.

Two more funerals today...two.

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Battlestar Taurus - CIC
Day 70
0615


"Colonel on the deck!" the Marine shouted as Col. Dean Wilson entered CIC.

"Continue on and good morning." Wilson said as he made his way to the command table. "Quiet night on late watch, Mr. Wu?"

"Not bad. A birth on Leonis Pride, two deckhands in the brig for fighting with each other...and the galley burned our coffee. They're sending a new pot."

"Hope they get it here before the Commander enters the room." Wilson smirked. "Anything in fleet comm traffic I need to know about?"

"Nothing. All ships report nominal on their engineering checks." Lt. Wu smiled. "Nice change for once."

"For once...and I hope it holds up. Consider yourself relieved, Nick."

Wu smiled as he walked away, "Aye sir...there's a rack with my name on it."

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Nimbus - Patrick Greene's office
Day 70
0630


Patrick Greene adjusted his right arm and sling when he heard a knock at the door. "Come in."

"Good morning, Pat." Anthony Ito said as he entered the room. "Ready to get back to work?"

"Not really, but I guess we ought to." Greene said with some resignation. "What's on the agenda today?"

"Lets see...meeting with some of the surviving convention reps at 10:00. There is the funeral for Ediwn Marsh at 1500 and finally a meeting with Admiral Jacobs and Andy Meyers at 1800 on Intrepid."

"Somewhat of a light day. Lets keep that kind of schedule going for about the next week. How are the wife and kids?"

Ito handed his boss a cup of coffee and sat down. "As good as can be. Sandra is worried about you, I must admit. She wants you to come over for dinner...preferably tonight."

"If I'm up to it, Tony."

Ito took a deep breath, "Stop it, Pat. It's not your fault that a Cylon or Cylon agent got through and did what she did."

At first, Greene wanted to verbally fire back in anger that it was his fault, but he restrained himself because he knew his chief of staff was right. "I know, but it doesn't make life any easier knowing they died at a convention I was leading. Tell Sandy I'll meet you two for dinner after I get back from Intrepid. Deal?"

"Deal, boss."

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Battlestar Taurus - Ready Room
Day 70
0632


"Wild Angels are on morning patrol with Banger and Rat Boy in Raptor 570. Normal procedures until we jump or if the Cylons show up." Major Sabrina Watkins looked across the room at the half-awake pilots. "I can see some of your asses need to get to sleep earlier. Grab a cup of coffee on the way to the deck. You launch in twenty minutes...dismissed."

As the Wild Angels left the room, LT. JG William "Snake Eyes" Weston made his way to the Major. "You wanted to see me sir?"

"Snake, we have a mission for you." Watkins said as she pulled a star chart out of her briefcase. "Ranger Scout Five finished her shakedown flights and was delivered to us this morning."

"Good to have a new bird aboard, Major."

"Agreed. You're going to take the scout scan behind us. You're going to go near this system and listen for any activity."

"Anything in particular you want me to listen for?"

"Listen and try to stick around long enough for an ID." The Major then produced a new memo. "Okay, read this...it's a new feature on your bird."

Snake read and then reread the memo, "Self-destruct built in and how to use it. Comforting..."

"Only to be used if you are going to be captured or destroyed." Watkins took a deep breath, "We both know there are things about the scout that we can't let the Cylons know about."

"Including the pilot...I understand. Anything else I need to know?"

"Yeah, the next six fleet jump locations are loaded in...you'll know where to find us."

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Day 70
0640

(By Silon)

“XO on deck!” Merton announced formally, to all present in the CIC.

Their eyes were upon him; they hadn’t seen Ivan Shirenko for over a week. He’d been aboard Nimbus, as delegate to the convention, and had been her reluctant guest in the ship’s hospital, for observation, because of his wounds sustained in the bombing there a few days ago.

“What’re you looking at, you bunch of creeps?” he asked gruffly.

“Just the walkin’ dead, Ivy.” Gwen Wyatt retorted with a giggle. The man could intimidate some of the crew, but not the oldest member of The Pack.

He glared at her for the briefest of moments. “I missed you too, hag.”

“Damn straight you did!”

“Okay, you two.” Merton said with a huge smile on his face. “Keep it civil.”

“Hey, Ivan,” it was Solingen, the main pilot. “Are you really ok?”

“Good question, Max. A lot of really good people died by that cylon bitch’s bomb. Carl Rattiford was a great choice for President; I voted for him.” He paused to catch his breath, and to regain his composure. “I’m ok.”

“Glad to have you back, Ivan.” Merton said, and he patted his friend on the back. “You did a fine job as a delegate.”

“It ain’t over.” Shirenko replied. Some of the others have told me that we will have a government, and soon.”

“And you’re going back?” Gwen asked, genuinely curious.

“I don’t believe in a job half done, Gremlin.”

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Intrepid Medical
0702
Day 70


Dr. Terri Hillard frowned, "Three cracked ribs and internal bruising everywhere on your left front and side, Admiral. Dr. Kersh will be less than thrilled with you for waiting to come in."

"He's never too thrilled when I wait off on things. Besides, I was kind of busy." Jacobs said shaking his head. "I know he'll let me have it as soon as he sees your report."

"The good Major will not be happy. We're going to wrap you up and I'll issue some pain killers to dull the pain." Hillard raised an eyebrow and smiled, "My other advice is to double your Marine guard before Dr. Kersh finds out."

"That may be the best recommendation I've had all day, doctor." The smile on Thomas' face slowly faded, "What's the news on Major Davis?"

"Touch and go." Hillard said with a deep breath. "She has stabilized to the point where Dr. Kersh agreed to go back to his quarters and get some sleep. The next forty-eight to seventy-two hours are important. If she comes out of the coma, that will be a good thing."

"And if she doesn't?"

"We start doing physical therapy to keep her muscles for going into atrophy." Terri sighed. "Also, we rescan to check for any brain damage and if she is stable enough...we try to give her stimulation to bring her out."

Jacobs frowned, "Lets hope Lia wakes up."

"Agreed Admiral. You can see her as soon as we're done wrapping your chest up..."

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Nimbus - Shuttle Deck
Day 70
0850


Ship security guards flipped though the travel papers of people arriving. The line was over fifty people deep from the arrival of two shuttles. The visitors waited in the line quietly to gain full entrance to the ship.

"Your paperwork is all in order and you may come aboard." The guard said plainly. "I wish your services were not needed today. It's a sad time..."

"Do not worry son, I come to bring comfort." The old man took his travel papers and then placed his right hand on the shoulder of the young guard. "May the blessings of the Gods go with you and protect you."

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The guard smiled a bit, "And Gods bless you, Priest Cooper. Once again, welcome to the Nimbus."

"Thank you." 'Priest Cooper' said as he walked away. If the Gods get you thought the night son...then you really need to get a clue. Do a few services, a few private meetings and then the day is all mine...for my business.

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Day 70
0925


With a flash of green light, Ranger Five emerged from its jump from the fleet. Lt. JG William 'Snake Eyes' Weston quickly checked his DRADIS and turn on the scanning devices.

"Pilots' Log: I've arrived at the first scanning point. There are no Toasters on DRADIS and I've commenced scanning of all frequencies. If I get no hits, I'll proceed to the next point in six hours. Log off."

First of six points. Might as well get comfortable in my cramped box, mused Weston. Not much to do but listen for beeps, eat a ration or two and sleep. And they said being a Ranger pilot was the 'glam' job of the fleet...

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Next to Airlock 16
Day 70
1545


"...may the Gods welcome you home, Edwin March, so say we all." Priest Cooper said as the airlock on the other side opened its outer hatch, sending the dead convention representative into the void.

"So say we all." the small group of mourners said.

As the funeral ended, the priest lead Sherri Ewdin out of the hall. Everyone stood as the grieving widow left the room. She stopped for just a moment to look at someone. Sherri's countenance changed for just a moment...from sorrow to anger, and then back as she cleared the door.

Helen Goodland, security chief of the ill-fated convention felt the wrath of the glare. It was not the first time she had seen the 'look' from the mourners...in fact, it was something that happened several times.

And each time Helen felt like someone had kicked her and then spit in her face. More salt on the wound...

Patrick Greene and his group were the next to come past Helen. They paid her no attention...except for one person.

Anthony Ito glared at her for just a moment. The look was cold as ice and relayed a message in someways to Helen.

The message was 'This is all your fault' and 'How dare you be here', she thought.

Helen breathed in slowly and waited to leave the room. He was my friend, too...I have a right to be here. Why do you hate me so much?!

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Main Conference Room
Day 70
1805


Admiral Jacobs, Patrick Green and Andy Meyers sat at the main meeting table. There were no aides or anyone else present in the room. It was just the three men after the galley staff had served tea and coffee.

"At this time, Captain Storm of the Military Criminal Investigations Team believes this was a lone bomber." Jacobs said. "We're still investigating the background of this Ms. Welch."

Patrick Greene paused from reading the report, "Captain Storm in his summary does not address the issue if she was Cylon or not."

"He is still reviewing that issue and looking into the bombers' history." Jacobs replied.

Andy Meyers followed up before Greene could ask his next question, "What of the security detail? It was a mostly civilian operation...any hint of how the bomber got by, Admiral?"

"The review of security footage is ongoing. As noted on page three, the bomber was seen entering a bathroom and reemerging twelve minutes later." Jacobs paused for a sip of tea, "According to the security screeners, she did have a briefcase with her that passed inspection."

"Explosives were more than likely smuggled in via a body cavity or ingested in a protective casing and regurgitated." Greene raised an eyebrow after he read the preliminary report passage aloud. "Well, I have lost any desire to eat for the rest of the day. How much longer until we have a 'good picture' of what happened?"

"Captain Storm has stated that he would like to get this wrapped up as soon as possible. A week to ten days at most. There are still interviews to complete and review of evidence." Jacobs paused for just a moment, "I told him to take his time and do it right...but I think we will have final results sooner than later."

"So, after we have these results, what then Admiral?" Meyers asked. "What is the next step for the civilian side of the fleet?"

"That is the next thing I wanted to address with both of you. In my eyes, you are both the top civilian fleet leaders." Jacobs looked at both men, "Patrick, you are the convention leader and represent a body that still has work to do. Andy, you are the leader of the civilian Captains. You both keep this fleet going."

Rep. Greene sat in thought for a moment, "I agree we need a civilian government, but with the deaths of several representatives, we have less than a quorum of convention representatives. I would love to start back to work tomorrow, but that's not possible."

"Elections can be arranged and held." Meyers responded, "You have a working constitution to go forward with, we just need to take the next step."

"Yes, but there was still a small amount of underlying work to be completed, Captain Meyers." Greene said, "I would like to finish that work first and then go forward with elections."

"Either way, I'd like to have a civilian government up and installed in thirty days." Jacobs stated. "The civilians of the fleet need to have some way to feel like they have a voice and..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Jacobs was interrupted. CIC to Commanding Officer, CIC to Commanding Officer.

Greene and Meyers looked at each other and then back to the Admiral as he picked up his handset. Jacobs frowned as he listened to the report. It was news he did not want to hear.

"Set condition one throughout the fleet and start jump prep. I will be in CIC momentarily." Jacobs sat the handset down and looked at the two. "Cylon battle group detected by one of my scout teams. We're not under attack, but they know we're in the area. Please make yourselves comfortable for a bit."

The marine opened the door as the klaxons went off throughout the ship. Before he left the room, Jacobs looked at Meyers and Greene, "I'm not taking any chances, so we're jumping. Lets meet again in two days?"

"I see no problem with that, Admiral." Greene said quickly.

"Nor do I." Meyers responded.

"Good. The guard will escort you to the hanger deck after we sound the all clear. Thanks for coming." As soon as the Admiral left, the door was closed and locked.

Meyers looked at Greene, "So, any ideas about how to get the governmental ball rolling again?"

"I have some ideas." Greene said, "Lets talk while we wait for the all clear...we have nothing better to do until we're let loose."

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Nimbus
Day 71
0745


One funeral today...one.

Helen Goodland grimly thought as she looked at herself in the mirror like she had the day before. She looked at the stitches above her right eye before she covered it with a bandage. ...time to say goodbye to one more friend.

In the wreckage of the Nimbus grand conference hall, Malcolm Freedman had been found the day before. He had been a CBI operative before the war and served as Helen's number two for the convention.

Malcolm had also become a friend. Helen had always made it a point as a CIA operative not to get close to people. With the start of the war and exodus, she started to let people in, although reluctantly. In the short time Helen had known Malcolm and his wife, they had become friends.

Laura will be there today...I need to be strong for her, Helen thought as she started to put on some makeup. We're both alone now...maybe I'll check on her tonight?

Goodland paused as she saw the reflection of the clock in the mirror. One funeral today...in two hours.

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Battlestar Intepid
CAG Office
Day 71
0755


The three pilots standing in front of Lt. Kevin Butler knew they were in deep trouble with their CAG. As Butler read the arrest report, he placed each page down with increasing force.

Each time, the pilots reacted in a different, but quiet way. Ensign Elisha 'Blinker' Catron gritted her teeth and looked at the ceiling. Ensign Blane 'Rip' Stanovich looked at his boots. Lt. JG Kerry "Snowman' Tesh would glance at the guard standing next to him. The guard never returned Snowman's gaze.

"Okay, which one of you frakheads wants to give your side first?" Butler asked coldly.

"The fight was unavoidable, sir." Ens. Catron said, "the locals gave us no choice but to fight."

"I've seen the video tape from the bar, Blinker...and it had audio. You three egged them on." The CAG said with a raised eyebrow. "You do know luxury liners like Leonis Pride have security systems everywhere, right? This isn't a dive bar in some backwater somewhere."

"I admit, I was way too drunk and picked a fight with a local, sir." Lt. JG Tesh said calmly. "It won't happen again sir."

Lt. Butler stood up and looked at the one person who hadn't spoken, "Stanovich, do you have anything to add? It's so unlike you to be this quiet."

The Ensign looked straight ahead at the wall and gave his somewhat slurred answer, "I found the person who I beat the frak out of wasn't such a bad fraktard once I got to know him in the drunk tank, sir."

The two Marine guards kept looking ahead with no emotion. 'Blinker' and 'Snowman' tried not to laugh, but had big grins.

The CAG was far from amused, however. "Well, let me tell you what is going to happen. See, my handset rang at 0300 and it was Major Lazwell. See, Leonis Pride security thought he was still the CAG. Out of the goodness of his heart, he listened to the report and called me afterwards. We talked for a good thirty minutes."

Butler paused for a moment and looked at each pilot, "Why thirty minutes? The Fleet CAG decided that since he was not going to be able to go back to sleep, he'd invite me along in a journey of sleep deprivation and discipline plotting."

"Sorry, sir." Ens. Catron said quietly.

"Oh, you three will be sorry." Butler said, "You see, this is the third fight that Intrepid pilots have been involved in off ship in the last ten days. I must say, for such a small force, you three did a lot of damage. Would you like to hear the final tally?"

None of the three spoke as Lt. Butler picked up the last page of the report.

"Lets see, you sent six 'locals', as you put it, to the medical department on the Pride. You started a brawl that ended with twenty-two people arrested...not including you three." Butler the looked up from the report with a raised eyebrow, "And the resulting fight caused over 40,000 cubits worth of damage to the bar. Even though the cubit is currently not worth the paper it's printed on, it gives you a good idea about the mess you helped make."

"But I only broke one chair...across the back of the afore mentioned fraktard, sir." Ensign Stanovich said, "That was 200 cubits of it..."

"CAN IT, RIP!" Butler retorted. "Okay...I have something special for you three. See, Maj. Lazwell and I arranged for a team to go over and help with repairs on the Pride. But until they get back, we'll be short some folks. So, do you want to guess what your duties will be when not flying or in training?"

None of the three dared to speak.

"Silence, that's the first right thing you folks have done all day." Butler said. "You will be on the deck, working on vipers, raptors and shuttles and doing what ever else the Chief wants you to do...and Maj. Lazwell asked that you be put on some rather crappy jobs. There's more to this as well."

All three pilots were looking at the ground at this point as the CAG continued.

"See, we can't just have you in the brig...especially if the Cylons attack, but you will have new accommodations for the next ten days. The three of you will be spending your downtime on cots in a small room. Do you want to know where this room is?"

Butler looked at the three pilots again, "The empty room off the port hanger deck. It used to be an unofficial lounge...now it will be your homes for the next ten days. It has no door so you will hear everything that goes on. A tool drops, you hear it. A knuckle dragger cusses, you'll know. Your guards will bring you your meals. There is a small bathroom so you can take care of your business and it has a shower. By the way, it is my understanding that it only has cold water in it."

Kevin finally sat down, "I don't want to hear of any more frak-ups over the next ten days. Guards, take them to get their gear and the folding cots that Col. Petrivich has agreed to loan them. Dismissed!"

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