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Intrepid Episode #16: Beacon in the Night

Previously, on Battlestar Intrepid…

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Nimbus
Day 70
0610


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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Nimbus - Patrick Greene's office
Day 70
0630


Ito handed Patrick a cup of coffee and sat down. "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."

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Battlestar Intrepid - CO's Office
Day 71
1200


"I have a question." William Guynes said as he sat down, "Col. Wilson and I were looking at the jump charts from the last few days and we noticed..."

Jacobs kept his tone of voice neutral, "Noticed that we had not taken 'full-legged' jumps? I wondered when you would notice and ask."

"Well and with all due respect, consider this as me asking."

"Hope, William...a hope that we were not the only survivors." Tom said solemnly. "Maybe the Cylons were playing us as fools. Part of me still thinks we're not alone in all this. After this latest incident, I'm not so sure."

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Intrepid - PT Room
Day 72
0616


Sgt. Garcia slowed a little and pulled up to the recruit. He talked loud enough for everyone to hear, "Recruit, what the frak are you supposed to be when you get out of basic?"

"Sir, FTL Technician, sir!" she responded.

Garcia then looked back at the rest of the pack, "You recruits...especially those who are supposed to be Marines are letting a naval engineer set the pace and kick your asses?! Suck it up and keep running...four more laps!"

As she continued on a strong pace, Brenda Holliwell smiled. This isn't too rough...lets see if I can make more of a workout.

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Intrepid - Port Hanger
Day 72
1701


"Okay...damn this place is cramp!" Roy finally positioned himself to take a look, "Diagnostics just finished and all is good."

"Testing DRADIS Ship ID switch now." Adele watched the display with interest. After a few moments, the test was done. "Ranger Six still holds her old Raptor ID of 1241 and we can switch between both IDs. Check that off the list."

"Checked off, boss."

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Starliner Nimbus
Day 73
1016


Jacobs locked eyes with the politician, "Pat, the people and the fleet need this. They need a government just as much as they need my warships and guns."

"Agreed...and I will restart the process." Greene said calmly. "I can still count on your help, Tom?"

"Just call on me...I'll pitch in to get things done."

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Belton Moving Co. - Bridge
Day 76
0235


Finally, Intrepid jumped away. As the last round sailed past Belton and exploded, Capt. Stewart could see the four baseships and several smaller craft advancing towards him. Calmly, he sat on the floor and pressed the small picture to his chest. Edward smiled...

...then a half a dozen anti-ship missiles slammed into the Belton, shattering it into a thousand pieces of space debris.

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Battlestar Intrepid - CO's Office
Day 76
0607


Jacobs sat at his desk, arms crossed and looking down at a closed folder. "He managed to save his crew...and I can understand where he was coming from."

"Sir?" Maj. Trevors said with a raised eyebrow.

"Sometimes, I tire of this life, Darren." Jacobs paused. "Sometimes I wish I could do what Edward did...then I look across the CIC and up at the DRADIS and know I can't. I do sympathize with him though."

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Open Space
Day 79
0823


What the Hades did I just pick up?! Ens. Oates thought as he reviewed the data and waited for the jump drive. Whoa! Time to get my butt back to the fleet...

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Day 79
0900


'Cavil' One looked across the command 'table' at his fellow Cylons, "Every day they slip past our grasps is a day they get closer to finding each other. It is a nightmarish thought if Admiral Jacobs links up with Commander Rodrigues and his fleet. Three battlestars, two destroyers..."

"We will find them and deal with them, brother." Kayla Three stated flatly. "We have operatives in both fleets who are waiting for their moment to strike."

"That moment needs to happen soon or we will have to take things into our own hands." the Doral said with a slight snarl. "One is right, to have that strong of a combined enemy, we would need overpowering strength to take them out."

"We did get a message from one of my sisters in the Intrepid fleet during the last engagement." Six added. "Give her time to do what she has to do."

"Time is something we are running out of..." One sighed.

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Day 79
1143


"Admiral, this could just be a continuation of a Cylon trap." Cmdr. William Guynes said. "They know how much we value life...a chance to find more fellow humans is a strong emotional pull for us."

"But surely they would not play the same hand over and over, Commander." Maj. Darren Trevors said as the monitor on the wall 'replayed' the data. "They may be machines, but they are not dumb."

Admiral Jacobs watched the data loop play over, "Although the Ranger Scout did not pick up the IDs, it did pick up the frequencies being used in that data spectrum...military and civilian. Right as we jumped in, who ever was transmitting was leaving. I don't know, but getting something that could be five possible...friendlies, we have to pay some attention to it."

Guynes looked over at the Major and then back to the Admiral, "So, what's the game plan, Tom?"

"Deploy Rangers One through Four in a forward scouting pattern after the jump. Keep Rangers Five and Six on general detection duty." Jacobs replied as he watched the DRADIS replay. For just a few moments, it recording depicted something large at the far-edge of DRADIS scan.

Tom looked back at the two men, "Something that large...and on that that military frequency can only be one of two ships: A fleet superheavy retriever or a battlestar."

"Or a baseship playing with us." Guynes added.

Trevors quickly added while looking at the Admiral, "Anything is possible...and we need to know, sir."

"Yes we do...time to summon Major Lazwell and have his pilots find the answers for us." Jacobs said as the data replayed again.

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Day 79
1502


Helen Goodland opened the half-filled bottle of Ambrosia and reached for the glass that sat next to her computer. Her hands slowly shook as she looked at the monitor. Tears welled up in her eyes as she read the e-note again.

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From: Dr. Steven Kersh
CC: Rep. Patrick Greene, Helen Goodland, Cmdr. Guynes, Capt. Barrington, Priest Cooper, Anthony Ito, Priest DeShera
Subject: Ronald Milsap

Admiral,

Ronald Milsap, delegate for the Gem of Aquaria, died at 12:55 today due to his injuries from the attack on the convention. His body will be released to his family later tonight for burial.

Captain Barrington personally visited with Mr. Milsaps' wife Inga an hour ago and gave her the news personally. She indicated that the burial would be sometime tomorrow morning.

//Signed//
Dr. (Maj.) Steven Kersh
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Battlestar Libra
BSG 87


The amber liquid quickly flowed past Helen's lips. As she poured another drink, the tears streamed down her face. The day of the attack replayed in her mind again and again over the next few hours. After polishing off the bottle, Goodland stumbled her way to the mirror and looked at her mascara-stained face.

Gods, another funeral...I can't take much more of this.

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Day 79
23:58


Brenda '6' Holliwell laid quietly in her rack in the room full of trainees. She had pulled the curtain closed and had turned off the light. They Cylon really didn't need the rest, but she knew that she had to keep up appearances.

Tomorrow night when everyone else is in the mess hall, I can slip off and work on the project, she thought. If all goes well, I can finish in four days...although it may be weeks before I can strike.

Brenda closed her eyes, Four days...

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Day 80
0545


Admiral Jacobs looked up from his desk after hearing the knock on the hatch, "Enter."

The first through the door was a specialist from the mess hall. She quickly sat the Admiral's breakfast and coffee on the table near his desk. Major Darren Trevors followed the specialist in and looked at the Admiral. "Good morning sir. I have the overnight and fleet reports."

"Good and I'll meet you at the table." Jacobs looked over to the young woman, "Thank you Specialist Welsly, we'll take it from here."

As quickly as she had entered the room, Welsly exited. After the hatch closed and both men we seated, Darren started to brief the Admiral. "First round of Ranger reports are in, no luck on finding anything...friend or foe. The scouts are refueling as we speak."

"At least we know we're a step or two ahead of the Cylons...maybe. Give them the next two sets of jump coordinates and the back up. I want a fleet jump at 1400 today. Any egghead news?"

"Message in from Dr. Dunnavan...they are back to square one on trying to develop a Human-Cylon detection test." The Major handed Thomas the report, "Seems like the Toasters did a good job of developing there...skin job versions."

"Frak. Forward this to William and tell him to put a fire under Dunnavan's ass." Jacobs said with a frown. "Time to delegate some work to the fleet XO. Fleet report?"

"Civvies are behaving themselves. Captains' Union is having a meeting today, so you know there will be a laundry list of things they want at the end of it all. Also, Mr. Greene will be aboard at 1600 to talk to you about government issues."

Tom raised an eyebrow as he put his fork into the eggs, "I'll try not to look too bored or fall asleep. Anything else?"

"I'll make sure there is fresh coffee in the conference room, Tom." Darren chuckled, "Just some housekeeping stuff to sign and then I'll leave you to your breakfast..."

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10:44


“…we commit Ronald Nelson Milsap’s body to the stars knowing that one day soon, we will see our friend and loved one once again in a better place and time. So say we all.” Priest Conlin DeShera looked over and nodded at Captain Barrington.

“So say we all” said the small group as the body of fallen convention representative left the airlock, Nimbus and the fleet. Everyone stood and quietly watched Trisha Milsap left the room. As she passed the last row of chairs, the widow gave a harsh glance to the person who sat in the last chair near the wall.

If looks really could kill, Helen Goodland would have been struck down at the spot she stood on. The former CIA agent lowered her head and did not raise it again until the room was completely empty.


Later in the day…Nimbus
Day 80


Helen had changed out of her business suit and back into more casual attire. Although she was in a large room that was meant for relaxing, painful memories were everywhere to be seen.

On the large table sat several radios that were meant to serve as backups for security and staffers. On a bulletin board were the staff and station assignments for the last day of the convention.

Below that, were the lanyards and photo ID badges for most of the staff members. Some of the IDs were given back to Helen by surviving staffers. She offered them back to each person, but they wanted her to keep them. They had no desire to go any further with any convention in the future.

Most of the IDs she collected were from to convention room and the hallways after the attack. Most of the badges were in the triage area…left on the floor by the medical staff as they attended to the dying and injured.

Maybe the most painful memory was one that was supposed to be a happy one. It was a photo of most of the staff and security teams. They had gotten together after the Interim Presidential election ballots had been collected and the votes counted. Everyone in the photo was smiling and partially drunk from a near by bar throwing a party.

An hour before the opening of the convention on its last day, they gave Helen the photo.

Goodland poured herself into the overstuffed chair that overlooked most of her suite. You need to start over…clean up this room and get this stuff back to Barrington or Greene. If they ask you do assist again, respectfully decline…once was more than enough.

After a few minutes, Helen stood up, found a box and started to clean up the suit. As she approached the stack of badges, there was a knock at the door. Helen quickly walked over and opened to door…she found that the person on the other side was someone whom she had dealt with a lot.

“Mr. Ito, I was actually going to come and see you in an hour…”

“Cut it Helen, because I’m going to make this short.” Anthony said sharply. “Do us all a favor and just fall off the face of the fleet.”

“Excuse me?!” Helen said in shock.

“Even though the military just released its report clearing you, the marines and Nimbus security, your services will no longer be needed by the Convention. We’ve picked a different path to go down and we don’t need you.”

Helen was still in shock, even with the good news. Uncharacteristically, her temper bubbled to the surface. “Why the frak should I drop off the face of the fleet? Care to explain, Tony?!”

“Jacobs and his little investigation team may have cleared you, but as far as I’m concerned, there is blood all over your hands. You failed to do your job and nearly got us all killed…and I’m not the only one who feels that way. If you’re smart, you’ll find another ship to go quietly live out your days on.”

Helen stood there in complete silence. The abruptness of Ito’s words cut through to her very soul. She could hear the scream again…the deafening sound of the blast. The carnage was visible to her all over again.

Ito’s fists were clinched and anger was chiseled into his face. Before him was the person whom he blamed everything on. All of his dead friends…it was Helen’s fault. His injuries, he laid that blame at the feet of Helen as well. If he could blame the Cylon attack on the Colonies on Goodland, he would.

“I never want to see you again…and stay away from anything governmental. I will do everything in my power to blacklist you. If you had done your job, a lot of people and my friends would be alive…I don’t give a flying frak what the Admiral whitewash report says. Goodbye, Helen.”

Anthony walked away, leaving a wide-eyed Goodland standing in her doorway. For what seemed like an eternity, she stood there in shock over Ito’s words. Finally, Helen came back to her senses when an older woman called out her name.

“Ma’am, are you Helen Goodland?”

“Y….yes. How can I help you?”

Helen suddenly found her face covered in spit.

The woman ranted and raved as the near by security guards who had witnessed the act dragged her away. Helen just stood there, in shock when it finally hit her who the woman was.

It was Trisha Milsap…widow of Ronald Milsap.

“You got my husband killed…he’s dead because you didn’t do your job! Why couldn’t you have died too?!” Trisha yelled as she was hauled away. “You’re no better than the Cylons!!!”

Helen closed her door and washed her face. After toweling off, she poured herself into the overstuff chair overlooking the room. She saw the radios, the bulletin board and badges. Goodland lowered her head and started to cry.

After a few minutes, Goodland raised her head and cried out in sorrow. “I’m sorry…I’m sorry…they were my friends, too…I’m sorry…Oh Gods I’m so sorry!!!”

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Day 80
2253


Lt. Amanda Bays had take over the night shift duties nearly four hours earlier. The CIC hummed with activity as the fleet prepare for a planned jump at 2300. At this point, all anyone could do is wait.

As Bays stood at the command table, she looked up in time to see a new DRADIS contacts appear. Moments later, the 'blips' were IDed.

It was two Cylon heavy raiders along with four raiders...a scout team. As she went to grab the handset, one of the heavy raiders jumped away. The other craft took up and attack vector towards the fleet. Frak...so much for the quiet night, she thought.

"Action Station, Action Stations! Set condition one throughout the fleet. This is not a drill..." echoed throughout the ship. Quickly, pilots scrambled to their Vipers and the weapons systems came alive on Lycanthrope, Taurus and Intrepid.

Major Trevors was the first senior officer to enter the CIC...with Admiral Jacobs a close second.

"SitRep." Trevors barked.

"Five Cylon contacts on an attack vector to the fleet. There were six, but one jumped away. Black Hats and Lt. Butler will make contact with the enemy in two minutes."

"ETA to fleet jump?" Jacobs ask as he watched the DRADIS.

"Five minutes...Raiders and the heavy raider will be in range our weapons in three minutes."

"Order vipers to hold outside of their weapons range...they are to clear missiles or any Cylons who get through. Plot firing solutions for suppression fire. Order Taurus to join us in a defensive holding action while Lycanthrope get the fleet out of here." Jacobs then looked at Bays, "Head to AuxCon and take charge of Damage Control and Rescue teams."

As Amanda ran from the CIC, two new target appeared on the DRADIS. Their IDs came up quickly.

Trevors frowned, "Cylon Baseships and they are deploying raiders. All ships heading at full speed right for us. ETA for raiders is five minutes...baseships in seven."

"Jump is in three minutes." Jacobs noticed the first wave of inbound raiders had launched missiles the the vipers that were in range...which meant Colonial guns were in range of the raiders. "Major, open fire and have the vipers that are out there swat anything down that gets through. Combat landings in 90 seconds!"

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The first, small round of raiders were dispatched quickly by the anti-ship fire fron the guns of the Intrepid, Taurus and Lycanthrope. The civilian ships, Taurus and Lycanthrope jumped away at the same time. As Intrepid collected the last of the vipers, the main wave of raiders reached extreme missile range.

They salvoed every missile they had in one massive strike.

Seconds before the weapons would have reached target, the battlestar jumped away to join the rest of the fleet.

The fleet slipped through the grasp of the Cylons once again. Most of the raiders returned to their baseships...several jumped away with orders to find their 'prey'...

...be it Intrepid or Libra fleets.

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Day 80
2303


Major Trevors sat the handset back into its holder, "Good news Admiral, all of our vipers made it home, every ship is accounted for and no damage in the fleet."

"Damn lucky, Darren...damn lucky. Prepare a series of jumps throughout the night. Lets get some space between us and where we were."

"Agreed." The Major quickly turned his head, "Navigator, please bring a our current location chart and join me and the Admiral at the Command Table, stat..."

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Day 81
0945


"The defendant will rise." Judge Jerrod Lovall said with no emotion. "Dr. Bertrand Rousseau...yesterday, you were found guilty by this court of manslaughter in the assisted suicide death of your wife Galina Rousseau. Would you like to make a statement before judgment is given?"

Dr. Rousseau slowly locked eyes with the judge. He was an old man, but a proud man. He was very tall...6'7" to be exact and his prisoner jumper was ill-fitted for such a tall man. Unlike others whom had stood before the judge, he did not need a piece of paper to read his statement...

...his statement was burned into the walls of his heart and soul.

"Your honor, my wife's cancer was truly inoperable and was in its final stages. You did not see Galina fight to do some of the simplest tasks. You and Dr. Sonji...the court's medical 'expert'...never heard her fight for breath when she pushed herself too hard. The Court never witnessed all of the radiation treatments she went through and nor did this court have access to her full medical records on Gemenon or Aerilon. This would have proven the facts that her cancer was inoperable...and had been for six months."

Bertrand drew another deep breath before continuing, "Death with Dignity is an allowed and honored medical practice on Aerilon, her home world where she was still a citizen. My Galina was going home to die in peace...with dignity which was her right as a citizen of Aerlon. She had visited her family may times over the thirty-eight years we were married. The only reason she was a citizen of Gemenon was the fact she was married to me. I was taking Galina home to live out her final months when the Colonies were attacked. My only regret is the fact that the Cylons did not destroy the Silver Falls on that day."

"I will finish my statement by saying this: It is wrong for me, a civilian to be tried in a military court...a court that does not have the same standards nor the much fairer laws of the Aerilon or general Colonial court system. Both would have allowed for a trial of my peers, not a judge-only trial. Also your Honor, I would have had a judge that was not from Gemenon...a place where death with dignity carries its own death penalty for those who practice it. I guess I should count my lucky stars that there was only one good reason for being tried in a military court...or at least I was only convicted of manslaughter. I will go to my jail cell knowing that my wife is in a far better place and that her cancer is no longer causing her pain and misery. My only regret is that I'm not with her."

For several moments, there was an uncomfortable silence. Bertrand's lawyer, Gregory Wariner had listened to his client's words and had almost visibly flinched as the man talked. I hope you didn't go too hard...you have to give me something to work with in the appeal.

Judge Lovall had heard the words of prisoners several times and had learned not to let it bother him. In some ways, he did feel some pity for Dr. Rousseau and what had happened to him. Also, he knew he had to uphold the law. Originally, military prosecutors wanted murder and life in prison. Lovall had found some precedence written down to allow his decision.

It was now time for the judge to dispense the justice he was required to give. "The Court will note your statement, Doctor. You do have an appeal route through the military system and when a civilian legal system is reconstituted, you may appeal to that system."

"Dr. Bertrand Roberto Rousseau, on day sixty of the exodus, you killed your wife of thirty-eight years Galina Anna Rousseau on the Silver Falls. On day eighty of the exodus, you were convicted of manslaughter by this court. On day eighty-one of the exodus from our worlds, justice will be dispensed upon you."

"This court sentences Dr. Bertrand Roberto Rousseau, who has been convicted of first degree manslaughter, to be held in the prison section aboard Colonial Fueler N7589V for a term of no more than fifteen years and no less than five years. Due to your special background as a physician, you will serve in the ships' medical section during your sentence, Dr. Rousseau. This court stands adjourned."

Rousseau was quickly ushered out of the room after the judge had exited. The convicted man stood stoically and walked out of the court with his marine guard escort. He never looked down or spoke a word to anyone. Bertrand felt no remorse. He had said his peace in the court room...and he felt at peace knowing his wife was no longer in pain.

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Day 81
1242


Helen Goodland slowly rose from her bed. After turning on the bedside lamp, she quickly turned it off. The bright light felt like it had cut her...like a knife going through flesh. I drank way too much last night… so stupid! Oh, I hope I have some aspirin. This frakking sucks big time.

The former CIA, still groggy and hung over, stumbled to the wall next to the bathroom door. Shit, I need some light in this room…the frakking light has to be on the other side of the wall. After reaching around the bathroom doorway and several slaps at the switch, light poured from the bathroom and dimly lit the rest of the suite.

After slowly walking back across the room, Helen made it to the bar area and turned on the cold water and plugged the sink. Then, after opening the small freezer, Goodland dumped nearly two pounds of ice into the water.

With the faucet slowly running, she took a deep breath and plunged her head into the icy-cold water. The cold instantly woke Helen…the chilled water shocked her and left the tip of her nose feeling a little numb.

After a few moments, Goodland plunged her face into the water again. She would do this three more time. Finally, she turned off the faucet and took the stopper out of the sink drain.

Helen found a hand towel and dried her face and head at the bar. As she looked across the room, she surveyed the drunken devastation from the night before. It was all a fog to her…she couldn't clearly remember what had happened. There were bottles, glasses, papers, clothes and other personal items cluttering the floor. It looks like a frakking war zone in here…housekeeping will have my ass.

Then, something caught her attention in the dim light. Something was scrawled across the large dry-erase marker board that had been placed in her room that she had used to write assignments on and make other notes. Slowly and with trepidation, Helen approached it. She could also see several things hanging off of it and the wall next to the board.

It was the lanyards and security badges of those who had been on the governmental convention security team. Each badge had a photo on it…each a face frozen in time. Most of those pictured were either still fighting to survive or had been killed by Kayla Threes’ bomb.

Goodlands’ eyes finally rested on the two words scrawled in dark green. Although it was apparent that she had been fully drunk when she wrote it, Helen could clearly make out the words…and it felt like someone had stabbed her in the heart again...repeatedly.

The two words simply read: I’m sorry!

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Day 81
1409


As Maj. Lazwell left the conference room, Lt. Butler and Maj. Watkins stood at attention. Spread out on the table was the information that the Ranger Scouts had gathered over the last few days.

Between them was a tension that could be felt the moment the Fleet CAG left the room with his Marine escort. They sat next to each other, just a couple of feet apart...but the emotional chasm felt much larger.

They both stood at the same time, collecting their copies of the reports. Finally, Kevin spoke. "So, do you want to tell me what's going on?"

Sabrina paused as she put the last of her paperwork in a folder, "What do you mean, Lieutenant?"

"I mean, why the ice queen act, Sabrina?" Kevin paused for a moment. "Why have you all the sudden given me of all people the cold shoulder?"

"We're not going to talk about this here and now, Kevin. Later and somewhere else..."

"Why not now? We're the only ones here. What's going on? Tell me why all the sudden..."

Before he could complete his sentence, Major Watkins grabbed her folder and headed for the hatch. Before leaving the room and without looking at Butler, Sabrina replied, "We'll talk about this some other place...not here. I've got to get back to Taurus".

With that, the Major was quickly out the door.

What the frak is going on with you, Sabbs? Kevin looked down at the folder and then back at the hatch, Why are you doing this?

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Day 81
1904


Maj. Trevors walked onto the hanger deck and the recruits immediately came to attention. He looked across the gathered group of 60, almost looking for something wrong. Finally, he stepped up to a small podium, "At ease. For those who do not know me, my name is Major Darren Trevors and I am the Executive Officer of Intrepid. Congratulations for making it this far. Starting tomorrow, your life gets a little more complicated."

"If this had been back in the Colonies, you would be looking at a lot more basic training before you even thought about training in your specialty...well, with the Cylons trying to hunt us down every day, we don't have that luxury. We need you to grow up fast...as in today."

"For the Marines, you will continue your training with Sgt. Garcia and his staff tomorrow as scheduled. Pilots, Lt. Butler and his team has devised a training schedule for you. For the rest of the trainees, you will be released to your department heads. They will have your training schedule set up for you. Part of your day will be continued basic military training with the rest of your time spent in your department training and working."

Darren paused for a moment, looked back over the assembled group and took a deep breath, "If we are called to action stations, you do not have the luxury of waiting it out...you will report to your duty station. If you are not fully certified to fly, shoot or what ever your duty is, you will be on a damage control team. You will put in 100% effort to your called on duty because to give anything less means someone could end up dead...be it a fellow shipmate or yourself."

The Major took a look over to the port wall of the hanger and pointed, "Over there are the different department heads...they are now your bosses. In a moment, you will be dismissed to report to them fot your duty schedule. Sgt. Garcia, do you have anything to add?"

"Sir, no sir!"

"Very well, dismiss your trainees."

"Sir, yes sir! All trainees are to report to your department heads and trainers along the port wall. Dismissed!"

Quietly, the group of trainees broke ranks and did as they were ordered. After a few moments, the Engineering trainees were sent to a small conference room. They were allowed to sit until their names were called. Once called, they approached the table where Assistant Chief Engineer Wallace sat.

"Next, Specialist Brenda Holliwell." The man sitting next to Wallace said.

The Cylon Six approached the long table where the Assistant Chief was and saluted, "Specialist Holliwell reporting, sir."

Wallace returned the salute and looked down at his paperwork. "I see you're an FTL computer technician, is that correct, Specialist?"

"Sir, yes sir."

"Starting tomorrow night, you report for continued basic at 1600...you will have lunch at 2200 and then report to your duty station for continued training at 2300 and go to 0500. Is this clear, Specialist?"

"Yes sir!" Brenda said with a hint of excitement.

We'll see if you are still that excited in a week, Ms. Gung-ho Beauty Queen, Capt. Wallace thought to himself. "Dismissed and Cpl. Marres, get me the next trainee..."

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Day 82
1314


A young reporter blurted his question in the tight confines of the hallway. "Mr. Greene, could you tell us more about the discussions you and the surviving convention representatives had today?"

"Today we restarted the process of restoring a civilian government and hopefully bringing an end to martial law. This is still the goal we have which is strongly supported by the military and Admiral Jacobs." Greene said in a matter-of-fact tone. "This is a step restore some normalcy in our lives and show the Cylons they have not beaten us."

Another, older female reporter quickly followed, "But many at this point feel that there is no use for a civilian government and that the military needs to stay in total control. What do you say to you critics?"

"Andrea, I can understand their line of thinking and in many ways, that has been a good short-term answer." Greene said calmly, "But long-term military rule is not the answer. That was our goal during the Governmental Convention and that has not changed one bit...nothing can change that."

Quickly, another reporter shouted from the back, "Then when do you plan for fleet-wide elections? Who will be candidates? When can we expect an answer?"

"We will have elections within the next 30 days and information about how candidates can run for office will come out shortly. Now, if you will excuse me..."

With the verbal queue, Chief of Staff Anthony Ito placed himself between between his boss and the reporters...allowing Greene to quickly retreat into the conference room. "Okay folks, we'll have more information for you after this afternoons' discussions. Expect a press release from the Convention Chairman later tonight. Thank you and this press conference is over..."

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