Battlestar Galactica, Admiral's Quarters: 16:00
Admiral Adama took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. He'd been on the first watch this morning and his break was being eaten up by yet another report about production delays on the refinery ship and their ramifications throughout the fleet.
As he replaced his glasses and looked back down at the problem in front of him, he felt a slight jolt interrupt the ship's normally smooth drive.
He waited. If this was a Cylon attack or another explosion on the flight deck or one of the other hundreds of emergencies that could befall a ship at war, he'd get a call to CIC. If someone had just fracked up while steering, he'd leave it to Tigh to rip the unfortunate officer a new one.
Admiral Adama to CIC. Repeat, Admiral Adama is needed in the CIC.
With a barely perceptible sigh, the senior officer rose from his desk, fastened his top button, and headed for the hatch.
