Chapter 15: Temporary Relief

Setting: In orbit above Kobol, three days after Chapter 14

The Colonial Fleet had been in high orbit above Kobol on high alert for three days now. Commander Adama was once again in charge while the President and Colonel Tigh were on Earth. SG-1 had made contact with them briefly to inform Adama of Baltar's death. "An unknown, unseen foe snapped his neck in front of all of us. He said the Cylons know of Earth's location now." Tom Zarek had been named the new Vice President of the Fleet and was working with Adama while Roslin was on Earth.

"Sir, we have Dradis contact. Multiple ships, appearing about 30 clicks from our current location, have just appeared on the radar. None appear to be of Cylon design." Adama turned to look at Gaeta as he looked at the monitor.

"Open up the radio on all frequencies. Hopefully we can match theirs." Adama picked up his radio. "This is Commander William Adama of the Battlestar Galactica. Please identify yourself or we will have no choice but to open fire." He put his radio down and told Dee to contact Colonial One. Get Zarek over here right away.

The radio crackled to life. "This is General George Hammond of the United States Air Force Vessel Prometheus, Earth."

Everyone in the CIC cheered. The fleet from Earth had finally arrived.

"We've come to escort you to our Alpha Site – a planet which is safe from any threats. There, you can land or remain in orbit and everyone can finally rest. We've been informed you possess a form of fast travel different from ours, so we'll relay the coordinates of the planet to you."
Adama finally spoke. "Thank you General. We will gladly attach our two ships together so we can jump together."

"That should work. Coordinates are being sent to you now."

"Got 'em sir." Dee went ahead and relayed them to the fleet before Adama could tell her to.

"Very well. Have Tyrol get the ships hooked up. I need to go speak to Zarek."

Adama walked out of the CIC and met up with Zarek in the landing bay. Tyrol was on his way out in a Raptor so the two ships could be connected.

"You may be Vice-President of the 12 Colonies, but that is not by choice. Do one thing wrong and I'll throw you in the brig. That's a promise, not a threat." Adama wasn't taking any chances with Zarek. He knew the fleet was in his hands and without Roslin here, Zarek had control.

"Yes Commander. Are we ready to jump yet?" As soon as he finished his sentence, Tyrol radioed the CIC.

"We are hooked up and ready to jump. I'm already back in the landing bay."

"Very good Chief. Lieutenant Gaeta, prepare to jump."

Seconds later, a fleet of ships arrived in orbit above a planet. It was completely uninhabited except for a mountain and a small airstrip.

"Welcome to the Alpha Site, Commander. The Fleet is safe for now."

All over the Colonial Fleet, people cheered. For once, they could relax without fear of the Cylons. They had no way of knowing their present location.