7 Points
By Chaoseternus
Boomer closed her eyes in fear as the craft dived towards her, intent, to her eyes, on ramming her, killing her. Shaking, she held her hands over her face, expecting to die.
But she didn't.
She opened her eyes and looked up in time to see several rings drop around her, encompassing her. A bright white light moved swiftly down towards her and she yelped, covering her face again.
Only to feel her suit move in against her as atmosphere appeared around her. Shocked, she dropped her arms, glancing swiftly around at what appeared to be a large airlock, the doors the floor at her feet and the roof over her head.
Then the walls shifted, and her stomach stayed behind.
"Grav shift!" Boomer moaned, as the grav fields around her twisted, the airlock doors shifting around until they were sensibly perpendicular to what, Boomer judged by the few scuff marks, to be the floor,
"They should really warn people before they do that" Boomer muttered, her stomach settling back down as the grav field stopped shifting, pulling her to the 'floor'.
In front of her, the airlock started to cycle open, and she flicked her hand downward, swiftly pulling her pistol from its holster.
A tall, dark haired man walked through the door, his eyes hinting at great age, an archaic sword swinging from his belt, and a strange snakelike pistol holstered at his side.
"My Name is Adam Pierson, you are aboard the Royal Space Service Minor Warship Cerberus "
"Lieutenant Junior Grade Sharon 'Boomer' Valerii, Colonial Military"
Pierson raised an eyebrow, "So you know you're colonists? Good, that'll help. If you could please holster your pistol"
Boomer hesitated, and then holstered her pistol, drawing the strap over it to lock it into the holster, the fact that they hadn't taken it away from her scoring them a few points in the 'plus' column.
"Follow me, but carefully, this is a very compact little ship"
Boomer strode through the airlock into the ship after Methos, and abruptly slowed behind him, her eyes wide as she gazed upon an open control panel at which a dirt streaked figure feverishly worked, and the burned crystals contained within.
They weren't using microchips!
A dark voice within her told her that would make infiltration an interesting challenge.
She tried to ignore it, but everyday the voice got louder, more insistent. She was beginning to question her own sanity.
BSG-75, Galactica
"Quiet!" Adama bellowed over the excited babbling, the insistent questions which filled the briefing room.
The room fell silent, the small select group of occupants slowly sinking back into their seats, stunned by the words they had just heard from Starbuck and Apollo.
"Now could you please repeat that?" Adama asked carefully.
"The frakkin ship had the Kobolian symbol for Earth on it, and yes we're certain, just spent the last half an hour checking it against the books of Kobol" Kara replied, annoyed by the need to constantly repeat herself, "It was a small circle over a pyramid, how certain do you want us to be?"
"Well" Tyrol commented into the stunned silence, "at least Sharon should be safe"
Starbuck stiffened, "Boomer? Something happen?"
"She was forced EVA in the middle of the fight, that craft picked her up just after you left it"
"Frak me, how did they manage that?" Starbuck replied.
"We don't know, but her beacon moved almost instantly from outside the hull to inside" Adama replied.
"This… changes things" Roslin smiled weakly, her eyes still bright and alive despite the ravages the cancers were inflicting on her body.
"Indeed" Adama nodded.
"Now we have a pretty good idea that Earth actually exists, we know we have an actual goal we can aim for, not a false hope"
Adama glared around at the shocked occupants of the room, "Not a word, understood?"
Rallying, Apollo commented, "We still don't know where Earth is"
"No, we don't" Roslin, "but those were very small ships, they cannot have much endurance, either there's an Earth base in this area, or Earth itself, either way they do appear to be looking for us"
"They certainly came straight for us that time, jumping past most of the Cylons, could just have been a tactical manoeuvre, get to within mutual support range but I don't think so" Adama responded, considering the thought.
"Well, we can hardly make it easy for them to find us" Tigh added, "that would only make it easier for the cylons to find us"
"Agreed" Adama nodded.
"So what do we do?" Tigh asked.
"I don't know" Adama replied.