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A/N:This journal is the one Adama is writing in prior to the fleet realizing they have found Earth. What were his thoughts on that fateful day.
By Fire Star
December 1, 2010
History In the making
ADAMA' JOURNAL
The recon patrols have scouted ahead of the fleet. Colonel Boomer seems to believe that the recent signals we have been receiving are coming from this small system. It has a yellow star and is not overly impressive at first glance. Our scientists have noted that there are only two planets in this system that are close enough to the sun to possibly sustain life as we know it. However the recon probe suggests that there may be mineral resources which we can harvest. The outer planets seem to be frozen which given our constant need to resupply the fleet with fresh water is a welcome thought. The water alone would make this detour off our course to Earth worth the trip. If Captain Dante and his team manage to find other resources it will simply be a bonus. I dislike the idea of sending such small patrols out. However fuel is once again becoming a concern. I would rather have fewer vipers out then burn up our reserve supplies.
On the positive side we have not seen the Cylons. I do worry that they are perhaps hiding just beyond our sensor range. There is little we can do but move forward. I have decided that we have no choice. We cannot afford to stop. It would endanger not only our people but any we come across. It has been our policy in recent yearns to avoid other sentient civilizations. I know the council question this but, I am not willing to bring these societies to the Cylons attentions. The price would be too high. I will not lead the Cylons to innocents to slaughter if I can help it.
Colonel Athena has been acting as the commandant of our academy and we now have another class of 50 officers graduating. This crop of warriors along with Regil's group of newly enlisted warriors will help fill our ranks. It pleases me that so many of our young are choosing to serve their people. These new warriors will be heading over to help man our newest ship the Defender. This is perhaps my greatest joy. This new war ship. It is not a battlestar but its landing bay will hold two squadrons of our newest fighters. These new ships are half the size of a standard Starhound but they will be faster and have far more agility. Boomer's idea of collapsible wings is ingenious. Of course the down side is these machines are not really suitable for even short range patrols. They would have been perfect for a planetary defense force. However as added protection for the fleet they will do. The defender has shown us that we can convert older ships. Finding her drifting two yearns ago was a blessing. Of course convincing the council to spend our resources on a conversion was a monumental task. I am grateful that Councilor Tigh stepped up and backed the idea. He has as always been a staunch friend and ally. There are days I miss his presence on the bridge but, his new role is vital to our survival as well.
My Com is buzzing it seems Dr. Zee wishes to speak with me. I will end this log for now. With luck he will have received a report from the two patrols we sent out. I just hope that Dante and Caleb had a smooth run. Both are still skittish after that near encounter with the Cylons in the last cectar. It does not matter that Boxy and Dillon told them it was not their fault. They are just worried they may have lead the Cylons back to us. How do I tell them that it is likely we never lost our mechanical friends at all? Someday I long for the quiet of Caprica. I miss my beloved and her council at times like these. She was always far better at offering comfort and encouragement then I am.
End Log
TBC...
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