by Chaoseternus Fifteen
Galactica is now officially overdue.
I don't know what has happened to her, but in truth all I can do is hope and pray that she has, for whatever reason, merely been delayed, and whilst I am hoping and praying, I do the job of all Commanders in wartime regardless of who or what or even when they are, and begin planning for the worst.
Truth be told, I cannot plan much. It isn't Mailman or the Transporter the civilians look too for guidance, for protection, its Galactica, the two warships that are primarily my command, not Adama's are not looked upon with as much favour, as much respect as the grand old lady of the fleet.
It is entirely possible that if I order us to leave without Galactica, there may be a revolt. It would help ease a lot of our problems if they would just look upon their own civilian leadership with such favour, but a certain contempt for governments seems to be built into the human psyche, combined with the common knowledge that Roslin was way down in the line of succession means her government, despite the fact that she was re-elected, isn't the most trusted one. Respected maybe, especially since word leaked that Roslin was continuing in office despite terminal illness. It didn't help Roslin's position that Tom Zarek had an accident', of the kind that truly screamed accident, special forces style'
Of course, neither Adama nor Roslin know that a few members of my crew used to be, how shall I put this, officially non-existent? Of course, its probably for the best that they don't figure that out, I would hate to have to deny all knowledge, I much prefer to look after my own, even if they don't exactly know they are being looked after.
Hey, for your information, nobody ever said I didn't know how to be a totally ruthless bastard when I saw the need, it just needed to be done
And maybe if I tell myself that enough, I will be able to go to sleep at night without his face tormenting me in my dreams. Still, it did have to be done
Two days overdue, frak it Adama, what the frak are you up to?
Three days overdue, and now the civilians have noticed and are getting antsy. Unlike Galactica, I don't have enough Marines to spare I can just assign them to help keep things quiet, and it is showing.
There haven't been any riots yet, but its come close, fights have certainly started to appear over the slightest things. Everyone is nervous.
Dammit already Adama, where are you?
Midnight, in just a few hours Galactica will officially be four days overdue. Of course, even if she does return, she will have to start looking for us. I took the decision to move the fleet to one of the twenty rendezvous points we arranged with Galactica before she left to search for the Excelsior.
Strangely enough, there was no argument, even from Roslin and the fleet calmed down pretty fast. Strange, I may just have underestimated how used the people have come to moving regularly, and how much they are beginning to associate not staying in one place with safety.
Still, it's a lesson learnt and one I will remember, after all, if Galactica has not appeared by day ten, then by our agreement, I must assume she is no more, that most likely every secret of the fleet contained within has been compromised and head for Earth immediately, try to prepare them for the Cylons.
Just in case though, I wont allow the civilians to leave their ships en-masse. If Galactica has been compromised, not just destroyed, then in all likelihood, I will not have time to prepare earth and we will be forced to flee once more.
I truly, desperately hope that Galactica is still out there, and as a bonus, has persuaded Excelsior to join up with us, but as a backup plan, that Galactica had not in any way been compromised.
Lords, let them be safe, and guide them home to us, please?
Five days overdue.
Five whole days .
It is time to seriously start considering the possibility that Galactica may not return home to us, that soon enough I may be Commander of what little remains of the Colonial Military.
I didn't want this; I didn't join up for this.
Still, this is the hand the Lords appear to be dealing me; this might just be what I have to live with.
Five days, frak it, where are you Adama?