We’ve been space bound for almost two sectons.. A thorough search of out home worlds has uncovered fourteen ships. Some space worthy, some not. The ones that were able to fly were not in the best of condition and had to be fixed up before I would even begin to think about transporting our people to a safe haven away from the Cylon Empire. One of the ships discovered was a scientific laboratory ship from Libriana, the COPERNICUS MOON, which the engineers converted into a Life Center. During the course of our journey the fourteen ships are being joined together to create three larger ships, thus increasing living space and conserving heat by limiting the amount of exposed surfaces to the coldness of deep space. Most important it will lessen the risk of out losing any one ship in the event of an attack. The ships are being joined together in such a way that the mopst important veseels are in the center safe from harm.
The GALACTICA has come and gone taking with her two huindred and twenty ships and as many people with her as possible. We, too, had to leave many behind for lack of space, but at least they are safe for a while. The caverns of the planet Ariana, our outermost colony, will serve as a temporary sanctuary until we can return for them. GLADIATOR Squadron has been left behind to protect them until our return.
Signed Phoenix, Commander, Battlestar STAR OF KOBOL
☆★☆★☆
With Lieutenant Allas’s help, Captain Azriel had moved Phoenix’s things into Eyjan’s quarterds and had the late Commander;s belongings put into temporary storage. Everything except the commander’s holographic viewer which sat on a small table in one corner of the office. In the commander’a quarters, Phoenix sat at her desk with her head buried in her folded arms. The two sectons of problem ridden space flight had just about taken its toll on the newly appointed commander’s already overworked nerves.
Phoenix was tired. She had been unable to sleep for the first four days of their h=journey on account of one disaster after another cropping up. Since she had no executive officer to share the workload with she did it all herself. Sometimes she took on too much, as Captain Azriel had often pointed out to her.
She sat like that for some time before raising her tired head. Her gaze fell upon the holo picture of a very handsome man who had once meant a great deal to her.
There was a meeting on Pisceria where most of the Battlestar commanders had been called to. At the centon Phoenix couldn’t recall what he meeting was about, but she coujld never forget the event that went on in one of the corridor intersections of the building.
The young Sagittaran woman shifted the pile of reports in her arms as she hurried to the conference rom of the military academy on Pisceria. Commander Eyjan had sent word for Colonel Vrall to have a warrior bring down the written daily reports for the past six sectons. Since Major Phoenix was already on the bridge at the time and not in the Colonel’s current favor for an embarrassing incident involving a brawl in the Officer’s Lounge to which she insisted talking the blame for, Vrall sent her.
The way to the conference room was clearly marked making it easy for her to hurry without getting lost as she had done once before on Caprica. Also an embarrassing incident. Phoenix didn’t see the man in blue enter the intersection at the exact same micron she did. Paperf flew int o the air creating a mock snow blizzard and when the white flurry settled she found herself sitting on the deck looking across at a handsome Warrior who had also landed on his ranking posterity.
“I… I’m so sorry,” she apologized as he got to his feet and reached out a hand to help her up.
“I should be the one to apologize. I wasn’t watching where I was going.”
His voice was deep, his eyes as blue as the Sagittaran sky and his smile was warm as the summer sun.
Holy frack!
Her heart skipped a beat, or was it just the embarrassment of the incident in general?
“No really. The fault was mine,” she insisted, stooping to gather up the papers she had dropped. “I should know better to run in the corridors.”
Her embarrassment was showing now and she felt her cheeks flush with color.
The man was tall, taller than she had first surmised. A bridge officer of some kind, she thought to herself.
They busied themselves gathering up the mess, but when they both reached for the same piece of paper, it ripped in half. Groaning in despair, the young woman in pilot tans hung her head.
“I haven’t done one thing right today. Maybe I just should have called off sick and stayed in bed.” After a pause she handed him her half of the paper. “I’m afraid to look. Whose is it?”
“I think it’s mine,” he said scanning both halves. “Yes, definitely mine.”
“she groaned again.
“I’m sorry.”
“Let’s make it simple. We’ll both share the blame then straighten this mess out, and since we are sharing the blame I think I ought to know your name. I’m Tolen, Executive officer of the PAGASUS.”
FRACKIN HADES! A COLONEL? Now she really did want to die. This day was getting worse by the micron.
“Major Phoenix, Sentinel Squadron, STAR KOBOL.”
Only when he chuckled did she realize that her voice had cracked. So young. So handsome. So utterly Frackable!
“Nice to meet you.”
They shook hands and Phoenix almost melted into a puddle right there.
“Any suggestions?” she asked.
“Well we certainly can’t stand out here in the hallway. There’s an Officer’s Lounge back down the corridor a few doors. What do you say we go there to sort this mess out? I’m buying.”
“Great. I’ll have more nerve to face Commander Eyjan after I’ve had a drink or two.”
“I know what you mean. I have to explain all this to Commander Cain.”
“Thee Commander Cain? The Juggernaught?”
She’s heard about Cain. EVERYONE had heard about Cain. The man who was quickly becoming a warfare legend. Anything he wrote was required reading at the Academy.
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Date: 2014-11-05 04:15 am (UTC)☆★☆★☆
FROM THE COMMANDER’S LOG:
We’ve been space bound for almost two sectons.. A thorough search of out home worlds has uncovered fourteen ships. Some space worthy, some not. The ones that were able to fly were not in the best of condition and had to be fixed up before I would even begin to think about transporting our people to a safe haven away from the Cylon Empire. One of the ships discovered was a scientific laboratory ship from Libriana, the COPERNICUS MOON, which the engineers converted into a Life Center. During the course of our journey the fourteen ships are being joined together to create three larger ships, thus increasing living space and conserving heat by limiting the amount of exposed surfaces to the coldness of deep space. Most important it will lessen the risk of out losing any one ship in the event of an attack. The ships are being joined together in such a way that the mopst important veseels are in the center safe from harm.
The GALACTICA has come and gone taking with her two huindred and twenty ships and as many people with her as possible. We, too, had to leave many behind for lack of space, but at least they are safe for a while. The caverns of the planet Ariana, our outermost colony, will serve as a temporary sanctuary until we can return for them. GLADIATOR Squadron has been left behind to protect them until our return.
Signed Phoenix, Commander, Battlestar STAR OF KOBOL
☆★☆★☆
With Lieutenant Allas’s help, Captain Azriel had moved Phoenix’s things into Eyjan’s quarterds and had the late Commander;s belongings put into temporary storage. Everything except the commander’s holographic viewer which sat on a small table in one corner of the office. In the commander’a quarters, Phoenix sat at her desk with her head buried in her folded arms. The two sectons of problem ridden space flight had just about taken its toll on the newly appointed commander’s already overworked nerves.
Phoenix was tired. She had been unable to sleep for the first four days of their h=journey on account of one disaster after another cropping up. Since she had no executive officer to share the workload with she did it all herself. Sometimes she took on too much, as Captain Azriel had often pointed out to her.
She sat like that for some time before raising her tired head. Her gaze fell upon the holo picture of a very handsome man who had once meant a great deal to her.
There was a meeting on Pisceria where most of the Battlestar commanders had been called to. At the centon Phoenix couldn’t recall what he meeting was about, but she coujld never forget the event that went on in one of the corridor intersections of the building.
The young Sagittaran woman shifted the pile of reports in her arms as she hurried to the conference rom of the military academy on Pisceria. Commander Eyjan had sent word for Colonel Vrall to have a warrior bring down the written daily reports for the past six sectons. Since Major Phoenix was already on the bridge at the time and not in the Colonel’s current favor for an embarrassing incident involving a brawl in the Officer’s Lounge to which she insisted talking the blame for, Vrall sent her.
The way to the conference room was clearly marked making it easy for her to hurry without getting lost as she had done once before on Caprica. Also an embarrassing incident. Phoenix didn’t see the man in blue enter the intersection at the exact same micron she did. Paperf flew int o the air creating a mock snow blizzard and when the white flurry settled she found herself sitting on the deck looking across at a handsome Warrior who had also landed on his ranking posterity.
“I… I’m so sorry,” she apologized as he got to his feet and reached out a hand to help her up.
“I should be the one to apologize. I wasn’t watching where I was going.”
His voice was deep, his eyes as blue as the Sagittaran sky and his smile was warm as the summer sun.
Holy frack!
Her heart skipped a beat, or was it just the embarrassment of the incident in general?
“No really. The fault was mine,” she insisted, stooping to gather up the papers she had dropped. “I should know better to run in the corridors.”
Her embarrassment was showing now and she felt her cheeks flush with color.
The man was tall, taller than she had first surmised. A bridge officer of some kind, she thought to herself.
They busied themselves gathering up the mess, but when they both reached for the same piece of paper, it ripped in half. Groaning in despair, the young woman in pilot tans hung her head.
“I haven’t done one thing right today. Maybe I just should have called off sick and stayed in bed.” After a pause she handed him her half of the paper. “I’m afraid to look. Whose is it?”
“I think it’s mine,” he said scanning both halves. “Yes, definitely mine.”
“she groaned again.
“I’m sorry.”
“Let’s make it simple. We’ll both share the blame then straighten this mess out, and since we are sharing the blame I think I ought to know your name. I’m Tolen, Executive officer of the PAGASUS.”
FRACKIN HADES! A COLONEL? Now she really did want to die. This day was getting worse by the micron.
“Major Phoenix, Sentinel Squadron, STAR KOBOL.”
Only when he chuckled did she realize that her voice had cracked. So young. So handsome. So utterly Frackable!
“Nice to meet you.”
They shook hands and Phoenix almost melted into a puddle right there.
“Any suggestions?” she asked.
“Well we certainly can’t stand out here in the hallway. There’s an Officer’s Lounge back down the corridor a few doors. What do you say we go there to sort this mess out? I’m buying.”
“Great. I’ll have more nerve to face Commander Eyjan after I’ve had a drink or two.”
“I know what you mean. I have to explain all this to Commander Cain.”
“Thee Commander Cain? The Juggernaught?”
She’s heard about Cain. EVERYONE had heard about Cain. The man who was quickly becoming a warfare legend. Anything he wrote was required reading at the Academy.
Tolen nodded.
“If you’re buying, Colonel… I’m definitely drinking.”