She was dying. Slowly, inexorably, he was losing her.

Every day he could see her getting more tired, hurting a little more. Finally showing the strain of long years of fighting.

He would fight for her as she had fought for him.

His girl, his Galactica was dying.

The only way he could save her, was to do the one thing he would have sworn he never would. Upgrading their jump drive was one thing. Organic technology that would become part of the fabric of his ship was something completely different.

Would she even know who she was anymore?

But

He could not lose her.