This is my first BSG 2003 fanfic, I would appreciate reviews!

Chapter 1 Scurvy

"Commander Adama sir, can I talk to you?"

The commander looked behind him at a female medical assistant running after him clutching a clipboard with a stack of paper attached. The commander slowed his steps and waited for her to catch up. Once she had, he sped up again.

"What is it Cassie?"

"We've had an increase of patients since the pilot who was brought in earlier today."

"Have you found out what's wrong with them?"

Cassie answered him with one word. "Scurvy."

"Can you treat it?"

"That's another thing I wanted to talk to you about. Usually it is treatable, but the fleet has no fresh produce left, no natural source of vitamin C, and it's not just vitamin C we need either."

Commander Adama frowned, puzzled. "What about the supplements people are taking? Won't they do?"

Cassie shook her head. "They don't seem to be working. With severe cases like this, the only thing that will help is fresh produce."

"So you're saying we need to find a suitable planet?" He received a nod. "I'll have the crew scanning for viable planets immediately. I'll call you if anything comes up, I want you on the team."

Cassie nodded and they separated as their shifts were about t start.

It was a few days later when Cassie next heard from the commander.

"We've found a suitable planet." He said. "I've put together a team and I want you in the hangar bay within an hour." He hung up the phone and Cassie headed for the bay as soon as she had collected all the equipment she would need.

One there, she found the commander standing beside three other people. She looked at Adama and waited for him to speak.

"This is the team. I know there are only four of you, but this is all I could spare, considering the shortage of crewmembers. My son, Captain Adama, and Lieutenant Thrace will be your pilots, and Cally here will go along just in case there are any mechanical difficulties." He paused and looked around.

"It will be slow going at first, but hopefully you'll be able to collect enough samples so that we can test them and find what we need. Then, we can start treating some of them and sending more people to collect enough for the fleet. It'll will be hard work so don't overtire yourselves, the last thing I need is for more people to get sick. Good luck."

He waited until their supplies were loaded and they had taken off, before he turning and walking away.