CIC

Battlestar Pegasus

4 months after the Cylon Occupation of New Caprica

"Sir, Galactica has just jumped away." An officer said as Commander Lee Adama entered the CIC with his wife Lieutenant Dualla, the XO of Pegasus right behind him.

"Set the clock for twelve hours, if the Galactica hasn't showed up at the rendezvous point they aren't going to show up." Lee Adama said. He looked up at the clock above the ops table which started a count down from 12 hours. He looked over to his XO –and Wife- who stood on the opposite side of the ops table and received a sympathetic smile.

It was a suicide mission and both Adama's knew it. The Galactica couldn't handle two baseships on her own, that was a fact.

Lee made up his mind. "XO, Prepare for combat. Launch all vipers and tell them to report to the ships that have viper recovery capabilities. Launch all Raptors except those who are needed for an evacuation of the ship. Offload all supplies to the transports and only take munitions worth twelve hours of combat. All personnel that are not required for operations of this ship are to disembark; we'll only take whom we need. We have four hours before Galactica commences its attack, get moving."

Dualla, already understanding what Lee was doing walked over to him. When she reached him they held each other's hands and just looked at each other before Dualla picked up the phone to relay the orders.


Four hours later

The com systems aboard the Pegasus crackled to life as the last raptor left the hanger bay of the mighty battlestar. "Pegasus, this is Lieutenant Hoshi aboard raptor two-zero-niner, we have left the hanger bay and are now on our way to the freighter Prometheus to set up temporary command of the fleet."

"I sure hope so Lieutenant Hoshi, but know that if neither of the two battlestars returns in eight hours you will have to leave the system and guide the fleet towards Earth." Lee Adama replied.

"Roger that, Pegasus. Gods speed Pegasus, see you in eight hours." Hoshi replied before the transmission was cut.

Twenty out of ninety vipers were out flying a very intense CAP as the Pegasus moved away from the fleet to make the jump to New Caprica to aid its sister, the Battlestar Galactica. As soon as the Pegasus was clear of the fleet it spooled up its FTL drives and jumped away to an unknown fate.

Lieutenant Hoshi, now the military leader of the fleet took his seat at the ECO station while the raptor continued on its way to the Freighter Prometheus. With him were several deckhands of the Pegasus.

"Sir we're one minute away from our final approach." The pilot said.

A console beeped and Hoshi typed in several commands into the raptor's DRADIS system. What appeared on his screen shocked him. "FRAK! We've got a capital ship right on top of us, it's probably a baseship, tell the fleet to prepare to jump!"

"On it sir." The pilot started to inform the fleet to make an emergency jump to the emergency jump coordinates. He was cut short by Hoshi.

"Hold the jump but keep the drives spooled up, I'm reading Colonial IFF!"

"Are you sure, have you verified it?" the pilot asked.

"Yes, it's a match. It's the Battlestar Prometheus, Valkyrie class stealth Battlestar." Hoshi said. "Sending hostile challenge. To the ship claiming to be the Battlestar Prometheus, this is raptor two-zero-niner, send hostile challenge to confirm your ID."

"This is the Battlestar Prometheus, sending you our recognition codes now, what battlestar do you belong to?"

"We are part of a security force left behind by the Battlestars Pegasus and Galactica." Hoshi said.

The pilot was now also in communication with the CAP whom had all turned to intercept the new bogey who was launching fighters as well. "Sir, our vipers confirm it's a Valkyrie class Battlestar, they aren't close enough to make identification but it looks good."

"Tell the bulk of the Vipers to disengage and send two to make a personal verification of the identity. Tell the fleet to disengage their jump drives." Hoshi ordered.

"Battlestar Prometheus, I would like to come aboard to further verify your Identification and discus a very important and pressing matter." Hoshi said.

"Very well raptor two-zero-niner, we'll have an escort waiting for you."

"The Vipers report a positive Identification on the Battlestar Prometheus. You want me to take us there?"

"Yes, do so immediately, patch in to the Prometheus' Air Traffic Controller to receive landing instructions." Hoshi confirmed.


Ten minutes later two viper mark sevens escorted raptor two-seven-niner into the port hanger bay of the Battlestar Prometheus. The raptor landed on the indicated lift and was lowered into the bowels of the ship's hanger bay. Before Hoshi opened the hatch he straightened out his uniform, he was just in his regular work uniform, nothing fancy. He opened a hatch and was greeted by several marine assault rifles trained on him behind that he saw several senior officers and a lot of deck hands in rows. He made sure not to make any threatening moves and kept his hands visible at all times as he stepped out of the raptor onto the ground. When the rest of the occupants of the raptor followed the marines lowered their rifles.

Hoshi stepped up to the woman who wore Commander Emblems. "I am Lieutenant Hoshi, Permission to come aboard Commander?" Hoshi said as he gave a sharp salute. The red headed woman returned the salute and offered her hand. She seemed to be in her late thirties but still looked gorgeous. Her red hair was in a tail.

"Permission granted. Welcome aboard the Battlestar Prometheus, Lieutenant Hoshi. You said you had something important to discus?" As Hoshi nodded the commander continued. "Follow me." she walked out followed by her XO and then Hoshi and the rest of the raptor's occupants and then a horde of marines. Several minutes later they entered a ward room that was normally used for large briefings and discussions.

"Please sit down, I am Commander Sharon Woods, May I ask, how did you survive the Cylon Attack?"

"I would love to answer that question as well as ask you the exact same thing but right now there is something much more pressing to discuss." Hoshi said nervously.

"And what would that be Lieutenant?" Woods asked.

"The Pegasus and Galactica are currently attempting to rescue the inhabitants of a new colony called New Caprica; they are up against a force of 2 to perhaps 8 baseships. Both Battlestars are damaged and only have a small crew. I would ask you to aid them in any way possible. The Cylons do not know about a third battlestar and it will make them wonder if their might be more." Hoshi said.

"There are more." Woods said plainly. She waited a few seconds for the shoe to drop for Hoshi before she continued. "The Prometheus is part of Battlestar Group 2, including the Zeus, Valiant, Hephaestus, Triton and the Prometheus. My XO will send for a raptor to tell the rest to jump here for your rescue party."

To say that Hoshi was stunned was an understatement. Less than an hour ago he had thought that he would never see a battlestar again and now he found out there were five more nearby. The Zeus was one of the most powerful battlestar known. A sister to the Atlantia and the only other in the Atlantia Class Battlestars constructed. The Valiant and Hephaestus were both Mercury Class Battlestars just like the Pegasus and the Triton was a one of its kind battlestar that differed quite a bit from the regular battlestar design. How they all had escaped the carnage of the holocaust was a total mystery to him but he was glad they did. Battlestar group 2 was somewhat of a mystery to him, the Pegasus had never encountered any ship from its group for the last two years and the Pegasus toured quite a bit of the colonies and saw a nearly all battlestars. Before the fall rumor had it that they were on a secret mission of kinds but no one knew more than that.

"Even if we could only get one of those Battlestars in orbit of New Caprica between now..." Hoshi checked his watch. "… And fifteen minutes it would make a real difference to the outcome of the battle." Hoshi said.

"I sure hope so, let's go to the CIC, I'm sure that Admiral Peterson will want to talk to you before he jumps the group to this planet." Woods suggested.

"Yes sir." Hoshi said nervously. Hoshi was never good in dealing with higher ups except for those he was used to like Admiral Cain, Colonel's Fisk, Garner, Belzen and Commander Adama as well. They stood up and walked towards the CIC which was only a few minutes away.

"It's Ma'am or Commander, Lieutenant." Woods said as she smiled.

"Yes sir… eh I mean Ma'am, sorry Ma'am" Hoshi replied.

"It's quite alright; one of the few things military protocols doesn't give you a clear guideline to these days." Woods replied.


A few minutes later they reached the CIC. What surprised Hoshi was the absence of damage to the ship, even Pegasus showed signs of combat damage after over a year of no combat. The CIC was as small as could be expected for a small and heavily automated battlestar. The marines at the doors saluted the commander and checked ID's for posterity's sake. When they entered the CIC the DRADIS screen started beeping and a whole load of new signals appeared, so much that it was difficult to make out the different signals from the small DRADIS screen.

"75 new contacts confirmed; they're all here commander." The DRADIS officer reported.

"How big is that fleet of yours?" Hoshi asked, forgetting protocol for a moment. "Ma'am."

"5 Battlestars, 7 Hades class support stars, 2 fleet tenders, 2 military Tylium refineries, 6 military tankers, 1 small craft production ship, 2 military grade botanical cruisers, 18 military freighters and one hospital ship. Furthermore we have 32 civilian vessels, all different shapes and sizes." Woods surmised. If a ship was military grade it meant that it was equipped with a strong hull that could at least hold back a nuke and usually had some weaponry. When not in fleet service they were used to carry supplies through areas where pirates roamed.

"Commander, I have Admiral Peterson on a video feed."

"Put it up on the main." Woods said.

The main screen activated and the head of Rear Admiral Mark Peterson appeared in the background the CIC of the Zeus was buzzing with activity. The graying admiral looked excited.

"Sharon, have you found a fight for us?" he asked immediately.

"Yes sir, the Pegasus and Galactica are currently attempting to free civilians from a planet under Cylon control. According to Lieutenant Hoshi, one of Pegasus' crewmembers who was left behind to guard their civilian fleet, they are likely up against superior numbers and firepower. Lieutenant Hoshi has requested our help as soon as possible."

"Very well, I'll have the battlestars prepare for combat, the rest stays here to help out where needed and to make further contact with these civilians. As soon as we have the coordinates we will jump." Peterson said.

"Sir, I can help you with those coordinates, sir." Hoshi jumped in.

Peterson merely smiled as he said "That's great son, coordinate with Commander Woods." And the transmission was cut.


CIC

Galactica

New Caprica

A few minutes earlier

"Galactica, get your jump drives up and running and get the hell out of here, we'll take this from you." Lee Adama's voice thundered through the com system. Merely seconds ago the Pegasus had jumped in and heavily damaged one basestar.

"Damn you Lee." Admiral Adama said to no one in particular. He whispered "Thank you Lee."

"Alright, recall the vipers and get us out of here. Get that FTL working now!" Adama added.

"Sir, I don't think she has any birds in the air, she's completely defenseless." Agathon commented, referring to the Pegasus.

"Lee left all his birds to safeguard the civilian fleet; he knows this is a one way trip." Adama replied.

"Fifty percent of the fleet has jumped away; it'll take another twelve minutes to get the rest away." An ensign reported.

Adama looked back up to the DRADIS console hanging above the ops table. It showed two green capital class ship signals, one for the Pegasus and the other for the Galactica. Right now the Galactica was moving away from the rest while one other baseship did the same in the opposite direction. The Pegasus was completely surrounded by three red icons and dozens of squadrons of raiders.

"FTL is operational again; it'll take two minutes for the rest of the Vipers to get back aboard." Agathon reported.

"Prepare to jump the ship." Adama said. Suddenly the DRADIS console beeped.

"Reading FIVE new contacts! Bearing 294 CARIM 195 CBDR 28000!" The DRADIS officer yelled out.

"Get Lee on the horn." Adama ordered. The comm. Officer opened the channel and pushed it through. "Lee, get your ass out of there, there is nothing more you can…"

"Sir we're getting Colonial IFF! Holy Frack! They are shooting at the baseships!" Agathon yelled.

The five battlestars had formed up in a v like formation immediately after the jump and charged head first towards the three baseships besieging the Pegasus. The Prometheus moved off after the fourth damaged baseship was discovered. They fired their bow cannons not unlike Pegasus had done when it came to Galactica's rescue. One baseship that had already taken moderate damage was blown in two right there. The two halves slowly drifted apart as small explosions rocked both parts. The other two tried to retreat but were also quickly destroyed by the four mighty battlestars bearing down on them. One of them was blown in half and destroyed by internal explosions, while the other was destroyed by missiles fired from the battlestars. All the while the battlestars kept launching vipers, nearly 200 for each battlestar. These pilots were not just some rookies but were the crème de la crème the Colonial Fleet had to offer before the fall. They quickly formed up in squadrons and started mopping up raider formations. Within minutes the raiders were either destroyed or had jumped out. In that time the Prometheus had hunted down and destroyed the last baseship and the other four battlestars had formed up with Pegasus and were already heading for Galactica which had ordered its vipers to perform in the mop up actions.


CIC

Battlestar Prometheus

"This is Galactica to the unknown fleet claiming to be Battlestar group 2, identify yourself or we will fire on you."

"Send the ID." Woods ordered. "Lieutenant Hoshi, bring 'em the good news."

"Yes ma'am." Hoshi picked up one of the headsets. "Galactica, this is Lieutenant Hoshi of Pegasus, it's for real." He waited a second before continuing. "It's a gods sent, they've already secured the fleet."

"Adama, is that you?" Admiral Peterson asked, not knowing both Battlestars had an Adama in command.

"Define which Adama you mean, Admiral Adama of the Galactica or Commander Adama of the Pegasus." Admiral Adama said.

"The Admiral, come aboard the Zeus after we've jumped towards the rest of your fleet." Peterson replied.

"Yes Admiral." Adama confirmed.

"Commander, all the ships have left the surface of New Caprica, our SAR birds are currently making a final sweet of the colony for anyone left behind." The DRADIS officer reported.

Woods looked up to the DRADIS console and saw that all seven battlestars had formed up in a defensive formation right above the colony. Squadrons of Vipers circled the group and raptors were coming back from the surface.

"Admiral Peterson, SAR missions will be finished in about five minutes sir." Woods reported.

"Very well Commander, keep me posted." Peterson replied.

"DRADIS CONTACT! Eight Baseship have jumped right on top of us!" The DRADIS officer yelled out over the alarms blaring through the CIC.

"Defensive fire! Recall our raptors from the planet and tell our vipers to engage!" Woods ordered.

"Radiological alert! They are launching nukes, most towards the planet but we are in the way." The Tactical officer said.

Before anything could be done about it the ship shook violently as a nuke hit it. The mostly glass doors of the CIC shattered and several consoles exploded. Most people were thrown to the deck.

The Prometheus was just trying to come about to bring its bow weaponry to bear on the new Cylons when it took a nuke to the side. Fires raged on the Battlestar's port side hanger bay and several other areas on the port side.

"Damage report!" Woods ordered as she pulled herself up on against the ops table.

"We were hit by a nuke. The port side hanger bay is out of commission, moderate damage to the port side hull and we've got some fires down there." The XO reported.

"The Zeus took two to the top, she's alright though."

"Battlestar group 2, you know the drill, standard v formation and for gods sake check your line of fire. Pegasus and Galactica, you two jump out, you've got enough damage already, we'll handle it." Admiral Peterson ordered.

"Copy that Zeus, we're retrieving the last of our birds now, estimated time to jumps is two minutes." Adama said.

The five battlestars quickly turned to face their assailants and started firing all their weapons. Viper squadrons engaged raiders and raptors used their missiles to further damage the baseships. The Zeus led the way, to the left of it was the Valiant and the last ship on the left was the Triton. To the right of the Zeus were the Hephaestus and the Prometheus. For a moment it seemed that the baseships had the upper hand but as soon as the defensive barrier was established little to no missiles came through. The group charged through the double sig sag line of baseships cutting the force in two, allowing the battlestars to fire the weapons on both sides of the ship. By the time the entire group had passed four baseships had been destroyed or disabled. With the help of the Vipers and raptors nearly all incoming missiles were destroyed while few outgoing missiles were intercepted by Cylon Raiders which were few by now. At the end of the pass, the group split in three. The Valiant and Zeus took one side while the Hephaestus and Triton took the other side. The Prometheus, which had sustained medium damage passed through the middle which was a mess with the remains of four baseships and hundreds if not thousands of raiders.

Less than ten minutes later the Cylon force was destroyed. Beside the initial attack the Cylons hadn't been able to land much hits on the battlestars so the damage was little.

"Prometheus, recall your birds and jump back toward the fleet, we'll be there in an hour, leave the SAR to us." Admiral Peterson ordered. The Valkyrie class battlestar recalled its vipers and raptors and spooled up its FTL drive before leaving the battlefield far behind.

For the next hour the four remaining battlestars commenced mop up and SAR missions before they too traded the battlefield for the fleet.


Port side hanger bay

Galactica

2 hours after the battle of new Caprica

The hanger bay was a buzz of activity; vipers were just prepared for a new launch while several raptors received maintenance. Several new raptors drew the attention of most of the people present. Admiral Adama, President Roslin, Captain Agathon, Galactica's XO, Commander Adama, Lieutenant Dualla and Colonel Tigh as well as several marine escorts. When the first raptor opened two marines stepped out, weapons at the side before giving the go ahead to the person inside. A tall graying man stepped out, he wore the emblem of a rear Admiral and Admiral Adama recognized him as Admiral Peterson, his superior by about eight years. The other raptors also opened showing 4 Battlestar commanders. Peterson stepped of the short wing of the raptor and came to a halt before Adama. They exchanged salutes and greetings before Adama introduced the party present.

"Admiral Peterson, meet the new President of the Twelve Colonies of Kobol, Laura Roslin." Peterson and Roslin shook hands and Roslin said a few word to him before Adama continued. "This is Commander Adama of the Pegasus, and yes he is my son."

"Allow me to introduce to you the commanders of my Battlestars." The commanders climbed down the raptors and formed a single line. "This is Commander Charles Stephenson of the Valiant, Commander Valerie Marks of the Battlestar Hephaestus, Commander Tom Parker of the Battlestar Triton and last but not least Commander Sharon Woods of the Battlestar Prometheus."

"It's a pleasure to meet you all, I think I'd be making an understatement of I'd say we're glad to see you and are thankful for your timely intervention." Adama said. "I'd like to invite you all to come with me and the President to have a talk, things have to be straightened out."

"Very well Admiral, lead the way." Admiral Peterson said.

Adama made a gesture towards the hatch.

As the group of five Commanders, two Admirals and one President and the required escorts reached the conference room, everyone took place on the table present.

"Admiral Peterson, I hope you can understand our curiosity, how did you escape the Cylon attack on the Colonies?" Roslin asked.

"That's very straightforward. I hope you'll tell me how you survived, only two battlestars of which one on the eve of decommissioning. Battlestar group 2 had the task to follow up on a lead from the Exploration Star Columbia, the converted Battlestar Columbia. They discovered a lead on a Cylon strike force crossing the red line, quite some distance from the Colonies. The Admiralty was afraid the Cylons were trying to get behind us for a sneak attack. We were sent to investigate. Our orders were to find and if necessary destroy the Cylon fleet. We were given a large supply train and quite some defenses. The Admiralty expected us to be out there for over five years, so they gave us enough ammunition, food and other supplies to last ten years. When we were deployed for one and a half year, we encountered the remains of the Columbia, from its databanks we could determine that the Cylons were going to strike the Colonies soon. We tried to get back towards the Colonies as soon as we could. Unnecessary to say, we were too late. We found the Colonies destroyed, about a week afterwards. We sent out raptors to scout the area for anyone left behind. We found several civilian convoys. Among those convoys was a fleet of 15 ships, among them the Scylla. They said something about The Pegasus and a slaughter, something I need to talk to you about later. Because of this we knew that there was at least one battlestar out there, so we guessed their might have been more. We spread out again to scout the area and found a Cylon supply base. We looked around and noticed an entire path of support bases all the way here. We followed it and found your civilian fleet and Lieutenant Hoshi, he asked for help and we gave it. It's that simple."

"That's a very interesting story Admiral. May I first say that we have already dealt with the Scylla massacre, those responsible are all dead. They died in the line of duty. I hope Admiral Adama is willing to explain our story." Roslin said.

"As you wish Madam President." Adama said while he composed himself. "We had just finished the decommissioning ceremony when we received an alert from the Admiralty warming of an impending Cylon attack. Fortunately the Galactica wasn't fitted with the Command Navigation Program. We survived the initial attack although we took a nuke. We jumped to Ragnar to resupply and get our things together. A fleet of civilian ships joined us there and after a while we left, the Cylons were watching of course but we held them off so that the civilians could jump beyond the red line and we followed. The next weeks we were constantly attacked by Cylons baseships but we mostly managed to jump out in time. After some time we ran out of water, we found more. We ran out of fuel, we took it from the Cylons; I'll leave the exact details for the logs which you are free to read into. We found Kobol, reinforcing our beliefs that somewhere out there is a planet named Earth, where the thirteenth tribe lives. After Kobol we went on, we found Pegasus, we had some trouble with Admiral Cain and it would have ended badly if she hadn't been shot by a Cylon. Sometime later, we held elections; Roslin was still just replacing Adar until his period expired. Unfortunately Baltar won because he had a triumph card, New Caprica, a place to settle down and to stop living on the cramped ships. For some reason the Cylons found us, they drove what was in orbit of the planet away and more or less imprisoned those living on the surface. Since the occupation we've been working hard to get a rescue plan going. I think you know the rest."

"That is incredible, the Galactica is one tough ship, so much trouble, no way to repair the damage and it still kicks major Cylon ass. How many did you lose?" Peterson asked.

"When we left Ragnar we had a little over 50000 people. Ever since that number has dwindled down to about 41000, of which nearly 8000 died at New Caprica. The Arrival of Pegasus and the rescue of resistance fighters from Caprica increased it a bit as well but I think the total amount of deaths is above 10000 people." Roslin said. "How many people did you have, you mentioned that you rescued several civilian fleets?"

"We have a total population of about 52000 people, of which about 25000 military." Peterson said.

"That much, I don't know about how much people you have aboard a battlestar, but I've learned that both Galactica and Pegasus had an original crew of about 2500." Roslin said.

"Fleets sent on extended missions usually receive additional crew in order to make up for casualties. Add to that, that there is quite a logistical fleet, completely with Tylium Refineries and botanical cruisers, hospital ships, Viper and Raptor manufacturing plants and fleet tenders all use quite an amount of people." Admiral Adama explained. "What I would like to know is if you have already cleared your ships from Cylon infiltrators Admiral Peterson?"

"Excuse me?"

"We have found out that the Cylons can now mimic human form, for all instances and purposes they are undistinguishable from normal humans. One of the few differences is that they will resurrect as long as the resurrection ship is nearby. That plus they can be programmed to do about anything." Admiral Adama said.

"My gods, I hope you've got some pictures of them, this way we can spread them throughout the fleet and see if anything comes up." Peterson said.

Until now the commanders had all been silent. "What about this resurrection ship, can it be destroyed?" Commander Woods asked.

"Yes, we've done that once already, not long after we linked up with Pegasus."

"Well, we've just kicked some major ass out there; there has to be another resurrection ship out there. If we can find it we might be able to destroy it." Commander Valerie Marks of the Hephaestus suggested.

"Perhaps, the thing is that those ships are always guarded by several baseships and squadrons of raiders, especially now we've linked up with you." Peterson said.

"Add to it that we have quite some damage to the Galactica and Pegasus while the Prometheus and Zeus both took some nukes." Admiral Adama said.

"I think that for now we'd need to repair all our ships, some of the civvies have some damage as well. We also need to integrate the fleet and rout out any Cylon infiltrators." Roslin said.

"The two fleet tenders will be at the Galactica's and Pegasus' disposal, they'll be able to repair the two battlestars in no time and nearly as good as any dry dock." Peterson said.

"About time, Galactica hasn't had a major overhaul since five years before the fall." Admiral Adama said.

"In the meantime we can piece together a plan concerning what we are going to do next." Roslin said.

"There are two things I would like to discuss before we leave. First is who is in command, Adama or me? And second is your presidency Madam President, for now I'll follow your lead but I'd like to know some more about the way you became President again." Peterson said.

"For now I suggest a joint command, I'll command the Pegasus and Galactica and the civilian fleet, while you handle your battlestar group and its logistical supply train. All important discussions are to be agreed upon by both of us and if we can't resolve it either the President or the Quorum." Adama pitched in.

"My presidency is, legal so to say although it would never hold in a court room back at the colonies. Tom Zarek, who was Baltar's Vice President, became president after Baltar's impeachment by the military. Zarek in turn gave me the Vice Presidency and then stood down." Roslin said.

"Just a matter of curiosity, what was Baltar Impeached for?" Peterson asked.

"Among others, for collaborating with the enemy, sleeping with the enemy –literally-, making completely unsound discussions, signing the deaths of hundreds of people, including may of Galactica's and Pegasus' crew as well as the current President and Baltar's own Vice President. Those are just the beginning, we also suspect him of planting a bomb in the Colonial defense mainframe although we have no sound evidence for that." Admiral Adama said.

"Alright, thank you. I'll have my marines sweep my ships for any Cylon infiltrators and possibly anything they could have planted. Meanwhile I'll have the copies of our logs sent over to you, and I hope I will receive yours as well." Peterson said.

"Of course, I'll get right on it." Adama replied.

Everyone stood up and shook hands before they all departed for their own ships leaving both Adama's and Roslin behind.

"That was quite a shocker." Roslin said after a few minutes of silence.

"You can say that again." Adama sr. said.

"What do you know about him?" Roslin asked referring to Admiral Peterson.

"He's a career officer, although most Colonial officers of the rank of Colonel or higher were before the fall. I've never personally encountered the man although rumors say he's fair but can also be strict." Admiral Adama said.

"I served under him for half a year aboard the Zeus during my Advanced Tactical Training. What you say is partly true, he's the best Admiral I've had the pleasure of serving under before the fall. From what I've heard from my instructors Peterson and his commanders are the best, when there is something the Admiralty wanted done quick, silent and without too much losses Battlestar group 2 was called in. As long as Peterson understands that we are the last humans out here and that our survival is the main goal, instead of hitting the Cylons hard enough we'll be fine." Commander Adama said.

"Okay, this is what we do. We hold nothing back, we will be completely honest with them and corporate in any way we can. Our possibility of survival just increased dramatically." Roslin said and both Adama's nodded in approval. After a minute Lee walked away to go to the Pegasus. Adama and Roslin walked towards the CIC, it would be another few hours before Colonial One could be brought on board.


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