Codename: Life Station

Call sign: Moggie

Summary: WA&LR Something about change and trust, a heart and a President.

Rating: Pg13 / T / Genre: Drama & Romance / Pairing: Commander Adama & President Laura Roslin / Disclaimer: I do not own Battlestar Galactica. / Notes: This is my first attempt at BSG, so forgive the errors. I was also basically sleeping whilst writing this, so I'll correct mistakes when I read it again. lol. Thank you to DeeRich for looking these chapters over.

Chapter Three - Galactica #1

"Dradis contact. Cylon." Lieutenant Gaeta turned from the console.

"How many?" Colonel Tigh asked.

Checking the Dradis grid, Gaeta confirmed. "One Cylon Raider, sir. No other contacts."

"Damn Cylon suicide run." Tigh growled tiredly. He turned to Petty Officer Dualla, known as Dee, "Get the Commander on the line," he turned back to Gaeta, "Launch fighters."

Gaeta pressed a button on his headset. "Attention, launch fighters. Repeat, launch fighters."

"Sir, the Commander is on the line." Dee called from her station.

Tigh yanked the phone from the set. "Another suicide run."

"Single Raider only?" Adama questioned.

"Yes sir." Tigh confirmed. "You alright?"

Adama sighed. "I''m fine. You can handle it."

Raising a lone eyebrow at the evasion, Tigh nodded. "Yes sir." Replacing the set, he turned towards the centre station. "I want that ship destroyed before it gets any closer to pick a civilian target." He ordered.

"Fighters deployed, sir." Dee looked up.

"Be on the look out, Mr Gaeta," Tigh watched the crosshairs on the monitor. Four fighters approached the lone Cylon Raider. "I really don't want our only quiet day ruined."

"Yes sir." Mr Gaeta kept a close eye on the Dradis computer.

Dee patched in the fighter communications into the CIC speakers. "Sir, Captain Apollo has intercepted and is in pursuit."

"Mr Gaeta?" Tigh looked over his shoulder.

"Nothing, sir. All clear."

"Galactica, Apollo, he's toast." Lee Adama reported.

Tigh nodded. "Recover all fighters."

"Yes sir." Dee relayed the message. "All fighters-"

"Sir!" Mr Gaeta shouted over the noise in the room. "Dradis contact. Two Raiders inbound."

"Damn goes a quiet evening." Tigh muttered.

"Sir?"

Tigh stood up straight and crossed his hands behind his back. "Cancel fighter recovery. I want something good to tell the Commander in the morning, so blow those bastards into space."

"Yes sir." Dee grinned, pushing a red button. "Apollo, Galactica, orders from Colonal Tigh," She looked up at the XO, "Return pursuit and smear those toasters."

"Copy that Galactica."

Lieutenant Kara Thrace, call sign Starbuck, executed a hard right. "Did I tell you I hate toasters?"

Lee laughed. "Shut up and carry out your orders."

"Oh you got it Captain. I'll just-" She cut the engines, flipped her viper, and shot off over one of the Cylon Raiders and fired at the Raiders wingman, the Raider flying in formation beside it. "And Boom!"

"Nice shooting Lieutenant." Lee mocked, executing a similar move and firing. He missed the first run while his wingman took out the Raider. "All vipers return to Galactica. Good flying pilots. Galactica, Apollo,"

"Go ahead Apollo." Dee's voice cleared the cockpit speakers.

"Vipers returning to Galactica. Raiders destroyed."

"Copy that Apollo, come on home." Dee relayed the message to Colonel Tigh.

"Mr Gaeta?" Tigh waited.

Lt. Gaeta watched the Dradis grid. After using the time between the destruction of the first Raider and the two after that, he turned and informed the XO. "No contacts."

"Lets keep it that way, shall we?" Tigh released a heavy exhale. "Damn Cylons." He rubbed a hand over his face as the noise of the CIC picked up.

"Colonel Tigh," Dee called, "President Roslin requests to come aboard sir."

Groaning into the heel of his hand, he nodded, dropping his hand to his side. "Granted. What does she want at this hour?"

Dee listened through her headset, "Colonial One Transport Shuttle, permission granted,"

Tigh looked over at Dee and waited for an answer.

"Sir, the President would like to come aboard. It's not urgent, but," Dee shrugged, still listening to the voice on the other end of the line. "Copy that Transport. Sir, the President isn't feeling well, and Mr. Keikeya insists on her seeing the doctor."

Tigh nodded impatiently. "Fine, fine."

The Transport Shuttle docked without problem, and Billy stepped onto the deck. "Madam President?"

"Go. I'll be fine." Laura insisted, getting impatient with his bounciness. "I'm sure Dee would love to see you in person. It has been a whole day." She teased him and smiled when he grinned at her in excitement.

"You'll be ok? Are you sure?" Billy pressed.

"I've got things to do, you need to see your friends," She made her way across the Hanger deck and into the first of many corridors. "Go." She pushed Billy in the direction of CIC.

Billy backed away uncertainly for a moment, before he turned and made his way towards Command.

Laura looked at her security detail, two men assigned to her by Captain Lee Adama. "Onwards, gentleman."

To Be continued