"Felgercarb!" said Lieutenant Starbuck, "That's the third time this secton that we've been sent after Cylon scoutships!" He yanked off his helmet as he stepped down from his Blue Squadron Viper fighter.
Captain Apollo, Starbuck's good friend and squadron leader, stood nearby. Apollo grimaced, "You know what that means."
"Yeah," Starbuck groaned, "They're probably gearing up for something really bad." He followed Apollo to the pilot's quarters.
"And with all those ships disappearing, Commander Adama's being extra cautious." Apollo added. Commander Adama was the leader of the last battlestar, Galactica, and he was Apollo's father.
Starbuck placed his helmet in his cubby and turned to his friend, "I don't get it, Apollo. How can four ships disappear without a trace, in less than a secton, and without anyone noticing what happened? A person can hardly breathe in this fleet without someone knowing about it!"
"I don't know," Apollo sighed, "but we've got to stay on our toes if we want to keep it from happening again."
"Well right now, I'm going to the officers' lounge for a break from all this combat. I don't know about you, but my toes are tired!" Starbuck began heading towards the door.
"Lieutenant."
Starbuck reluctantly stopped.
"Commander Adama's holding a meeting tonight to discuss what to do about the missing ships," Apollo informed him.
Starbuck grinned evasively, "Good for him! Discussing the problem...that's a good thing to do! Hope they find a solution." Starbuck resumed his course to the door.
"Starbuck."
Once again, Starbuck stopped.
"He strongly suggested that all of the warriors be present. I hope you're planning on coming."
Starbuck winced, but continued grinning. He knew there was no way out.
"Count me in," he said weakly.
