By that time, they'd reached their destination, and Anna opened a hatch labelled 'Bay 3' before preceding the others into the cargo hold. "You guys are lucky, you'll get dibs on the sleeping arrangements, such as they are. We just finished moving the L containers into Bay 4 about an hour ago. Most of the other passengers are in Bays 1 and 2. They boarded right after we survived the first Cylon attack." She grimaced at that memory.

Walking into Bay 3 was like walking into a warehouse with high ceilings and supportive metal struts spaced evenly throughout the chamber. The lighting was bright but not blindingly so. There was a table immediately to the right of the causeway. A middle-aged man sitting there looked up from reading the clipboard in front of him and waved them over. "Check in here, please," he said briskly. "Name and colony?"

Anna waved them toward the table, "We're trying to keep track of who's on board with us, so that people have a better chance of finding relatives or friends. And it helps us know far our supplies will stretch. Phil here's been doing a great job," she gave the man a winning smile, which caused his business-like expression to soften a bit. "Speaking of supplies, there's some blankets down there," she pointed to some crates down at the opposite end of the bay. "No pillows, I'm afraid. Most people are just using rolled up clothes, that kind of thing. I suggest you claim an area of the floor as soon as possible, as there's no telling how much more crowded it's going to get in here. We'll just let you guys get settled... if you have any questions, just find someone and ask. Tavani, we'd better get back up top. The other woman nodded and a moment later, both were walking through the hatch, pulling it closed behind them.

"Come on and check in," Phil said again, gesturing toward his clipboard and picking up a pen. "Right now, we're just taking names, addresses and colonies. Why don't we start with you?" He pointed his pen in the direction of Marsie.

She stepped forward and gave him her name and address, which he dutifully wrote down. Brushing her hair to the side, Marsie asked, "Have you heard anything from Geminon?"

Phil hesitated, then looked up at her, his dark eyes flickering over the others as he considered his response. "What've you heard so far? I mean from Anna or whoever?" he finally asked.

"We heard that all of the Colonies had been attacked..."

Nodding, the grey-haired man said, "Yeah. Well, we know for sure that Picon was attacked. So were Aerilon, Caprica and Tauron. I think it's a pretty safe bet that if the Cylons attacked those four, all of them have been attacked. Word has it that Picon Fleet Headquarters was just about the first place to be hit, so the Fleet is... well we're hearing a lot of things right now, and trying to figure out what is reliable information and what isn't, but the wireless is just flooded with reports and rumors."

At that revelation, Addy turned away as if physically stricken, a broken sob escaping before her lifted hand could stifle the sound. Her mother was on escort duty at Picon, and if the headquarters had been destroyed... She couldn't bear to finish the thought.

Continuing as he gave them a sympathetic look, Phil said, "The government ordered a full stop on all civilian vessels when the attacks began, so I guess there's a lot of ships drifting around out there, hoping for a rescue from... well from whoever. Anyway, so we've got some people from that Geminon liner already on board. From what I've heard, President Roslin is determined to pick up survivors as we can cram into this ship, which reminds me... so who's up next?" He looked expectantly toward them.

Marsie interjected, "Wait, a Geminon liner? Were there any Colonial troops on it?" she asked, her eyes filled with desperate hope.

"I don't think so," was Phil's doubtful response. "You can go check though, in the other bays." Pointing, he directed, "Just go through that hatch, and then down the hall to your left.. Bay 1 and Bay 2 are right across from each other, they've got the names of who all's on the ship at some tables set up in there, so just find someone with a name tag and ask. Now then, Next?" The pregnant woman had disappeared through the door before he'd even finished speaking.

After whispering something to Riley, Tonio took a step toward the man at the table, only to be elbowed aside by the pajama clad Julius.

"It's my turn," the boy said imperiously, squaring his shoulders. "My name is Julius Edmondson and my father is Claren Edmondson, the president of the First Bank of Caprica City. I demand suitable clothing for someone of my stature, a bath, a private room, and..."

"Hold it right there, boy," Phil rested an elbow on his table and tilted his jaw up as he looked at the rich brat in the eye. "First, if you wanted some fancy schmantzy clothing to wear, you should have had the foresight to bring them. There's some spare clothing in the bins over there," he jerked a thumb in the direction of some large metal crates just past the tables. "There's some baths but you will have to wait in line just like everyone else, and given how long the line is, you will be waiting quite a while. Even with a three minute timer on the showers. And finally, this is a passenger luxury liner. Not a floating resort. Right now, no one has their own private room on this ship, including the President of the Colonies. So I suggest you get a blanket and find a spot. Or you're going to be using that nice robe as a blanket."

Julius stood there, mouth agape at the old man's unexpected response, and then seemed to visibly deflate, his blue eyes tearing up for a brief moment before he turned away with a choked, "Fine." Addy studied him surreptitiously from underneath her eyelashes as he turned to make his way over to the supply crates, suddenly realizing he'd been clinging to his arrogance and pride, using them as an emotional shield. They were the only things that had kept him from breaking down along with the rest of them earlier while on the Raptor.

Riley stared at Julius before he snorted derisively, "What a frakkin' wanker... Ow!" He rubbed his shoulder and glared up at his older brother, muttering, "Well he is."

"You should meet his father," Phil commented, writing on the paper in front of him, then looking at Riley expectantly. "Name and colony?"

"Riley Savri, and this is my brother Tonio," the boy said.

Tonio added solemnly, "We're from Caprica. Are there many other Capricans on board? Besides us, I mean?"

"Actually, this ship was based out of Caprica City, so most of the crew and the original passengers are Capricans like you," the grey haired man said with a rueful smile. "We're all in the same boat, I think. Literally, now. But you're welcome to go check on the lists for friends, family, and the like."

"Thank you, we will," said Tonio.

Riley grabbed his brother's arm and yanked him toward the crates, "Come on, I wanna see what all they got. Let's hurry before the wanker gets all the good stuff." Tonio coughed to hide a laugh.

Addy stepped forward, her hand still clasped in that of the little boy's, "Addison Lynford. Of Caprica," she said simply and watched as Phil wrote her name down in neat print.

"And who's this with you?" the man asked, giving the child a smile. "Your brother? You don't look anything alike."

"That's because we're not related," Addy explained. "I really don't know what his name is. He hasn't said a word since we all got on the Raptor. Someone said he must be in shock or something."

The boy just stood there, hand loosely held in Addy's, his small face expressionless as he looked at Phil.

"Maybe he's deaf?" Phil suggested, and then leaned forward to ask loudly, "What is your name?" That got no reaction.

Addy shook her head, "He can hear, we're pretty sure. Cause when we were talking on the way here, he'd look from person to person. Like he was paying attention to the conversation, you know?" As she spoke, the child briefly shifted his gaze from Phil to her and back again.

Phil scratched his head with the end of the pen, noting, "Well I have to put something besides 'some little boy' on here. What about if we say some names, and see if he responds. Let's see. Is your name, uh, Jake? Sebastian? Caesar? Verlon?" He rattled off a few more names, none of which the child so much as twitched at, and gave an impatient sigh, looking at Addy with a raised eyebrow.

Addy thought about it for a moment, and then gave a small shrug, "Maybe we could just give him like, a nickname. You know? Something that we could call him by until he starts talking. Kind of like a pilot's call sign. What do you think?"

"Whatever works," Phil rolled his eyes.

"I think it's a good idea," Samantha said shyly, standing behind Carmen, who merely shrugged and asked, "So what name? Or call sign, or whatever..."

Addy looked around the room, trying to come up with a suitable name. Suddenly, one came to her, and she said, "Lykos."

The boy's blue eyes rose immediately to meet Addy's after she said the name, and Phil was already writing it down. "Lykos it is. Since he hasn't said he hates it," the man grinned. "Besides, that got more of a reaction out of him than anything else that we've said so far, so I'd say that's an accomplishment in and of itself. Now then, if the rest of you will let me get you checked in..."

Addy took the hint, and smiling down at 'Lykos', walked toward the supply crates. "I do hope you like the name," she said quietly to the child. "If you don't, I guess just don't bother answering to it. Let's get some blankets, and see what else we can find in these bins that's of any use."

The few hours passed by in a blur as they all got settled in Bay 3. Addy was the only one fortunate enough to have had time to pack up some belongings from home. Even with the meager selection of clothing stuffed in her backpack, she was still better off than the rest of them, who had to rummage through the supplies for things to wear.

There'd been some discussion over where the best place to set up their bedding would be, but in the end it was Lykos who made the final choice. He watched them point and gesticulate for a few minutes. Then he walked off and carefully spread his blanket on the floor on the opposite side of the hatch door from the check in table. The grate of an air vent was set into the wall there, and he pushed his bedding against the wall directly underneath it before laying down.

As Addy shook out her own blanket next to his, she realized the wisdom of his choice. It was fairly close to the door if they had to evacuate. The lighting over here was also bright enough to function, but not so bright that it'd be difficult to sleep. All of the Caprican survivors set up their gear in the same area, including Julius. It was as though they were reluctant to leave the familiarity of each other, even in light of the expanded conditions aboard Colonial One.

Marsie had returned from checking the survivor lists in the other bays and judging from the hollow look in her eyes, had no luck in discovering the fate of her husband. Portia, the old woman, stretched out on her bedding and fell asleep as soon as she had it set up. Samantha and the bookkeeper seemed to have found in each other some kind of common thread. The girl was sitting on the older woman's blanket and studying one of her books. Julius had muttered something about needing a bath more than an hour ago. The rest were probably checking out the rapidly dwindling amount of supplies in the other bays.

There'd been no sign of Boxey since he vanished with Lieutenant Valerii, but word among the other passengers was that President Roslin had sent the Raptor pilot out in search of other stranded ships to lead back to their coordinates. Supposedly, there were more than fifty other ships out there now, all gathered around Colonial One. Word had it Roslin had even been out and visited one of the ships, but she was back on board now. Bay 3 had slowly begun to fill up with survivors from some of those ships. There was a long line of people waiting to check in at Phil's table.

Addy was too keyed up to sleep. She got to her feet and made her way through the tired looking new arrivals near the hatchway, muttering a quiet "Excuse me," as she slipped through the line and out the causeway. The hall was moderately crowded, people seemed to be going from one cargo hold in search of family, friends, and any usable goods. Most of them were talking quietly. After a moment's thought, she turned to head away from the bays, back toward the hangar deck. As she reached the door, she noticed a pair of stairs at the opposite end of the hallway. A sign on the wall there designated the stairs as leading to the upper decks, where the economy and business class seats were for the commercial transport. She'd have to check that out later.

She opened the hangar bay door and slipped through. As she pulled the door to close it behind her, it stuck as though blocked. Startled, Addy looked back to see that Lykos had followed her from Bay 3. She gave him a quick smile and said quietly, "I thought you were sleeping, sorry," as she moved aside to let him pass before closing the door and sealing it with a twist of the handle.

The hanger deck seemed to be empty, save for the old Viper and a few large pieces of machinery near to it. The Raptor was gone, out searching for more stranded ships presumably. After the growing crowd of people in the cargo bays, it was wonderfully quiet here.

Addy walked toward the Viper, Lykos trailing a few feet behind. "I saw one of these at the Space Museum in Caprica City. Not this close though, they had it hanging in one of those ceiling displays, you know?" She inhaled, taking in the sharp acrid scent of metal and char and soot, observing, "It's funny. In museums, everything is so, I don't know, clean. This one seems so much more real, or something. Burn marks, scorched metal and all."

Lykos, unsurprisingly, had no response.

The quiet murmur of voices echoed down the long bay, and looking toward the far end of the hangar, Addy saw one of the deckhands in conversation with Captain Apollo. A few more words were exchanged before the young officer caught sight of them and began walking purposefully toward them.

Uh-oh, Addy thought.

"This area is off-limits to civilians except for loading and unloading," Apollo told them with a frown.

Addy said apologetically as she glanced down at Lykos, "I'm sorry, sir, we didn't know. There's just so many people in the cargo bays now, and we were getting kind of antsy and decided to go exploring. That and, well I've never seen one of these outside of a museum so wanted a closer look," she gestured at the Viper. "Is it a Mark Two, or a Mark Three?"

Apollo's blue eyes blinked with surprise, and then he answered, "It's a Viper Mark Two... The Mark Threes have the extra venting..."

"...Extra venting along the tail," Addy completed the sentence with him, then grinned suddenly as he turned to look at her, eyebrows raised inquisitively. "I remember now. Museums and reading about them in books is pretty different from seeing them up close like this though. I bet I don't forget it again." She pointed in the direction of the machinery, "Now what're those? They didn't have any pictures of anything like those in our copy of Ships of the Colonial Fleet book."

Flicking his gaze toward the equipment, Captain Apollo responded, "Because they're not ships, would be my guess," a slight smile appearing on his face.

Addy laughed, nodding, "Good point. So? What are they?"

"They're electric pulse generators from the battlestar Galactica. They were loaded on this ship right after the decommissioning ceremony."

"Pulse generators?" Addy looked from the coils to Apollo, and asked, "These are the things you used to save the ships before, right? When the Cylons came and attacked?" At his startled expression, she gestured toward the cargo bays, "Everyone's talking about it. I mean, how you've saved the ship twice now. By shooting down an incoming missile before it could hit, and then doing something with these to stop another Cylon attack, though no one seems to know exactly what you did. They remember the headache afterward, though." A rueful smile appeared on her face. "It's just about the only positive thing anyone will talk about, honestly. Beats hearing more bad news about the war." Her eyes dropped to look at the little boy's solemn face as he stood there, listening.

Apollo hesitated and gave a brief nod. "Yeah, well, we got lucky, believe me, especially the second time. I still can't believe it actually worked," he admitted, then studied first Addy, then Lykos speculatively. "You were on Boomer's ship, right? Lieutenant Valerii's Raptor, with the survivors from Caprica?"

"Yes sir. We wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for her. Her and Helo," Addy said sadly, thinking back to the tall ECO who'd given up his seat. She gave a slight shake of her head as if to dispel the image, and then looked back at the Viper, changing the subject, "Hey, is your name really Captain Apollo? Or is that a call sign, like Lieutenant Valerii being called Boomer? I'm just plain old Addison Lynford. Well, no, people call me Addy. And this is Lykos," she indicated the little boy.

"No, I'm Captain Lee Adama," the young officer said. "Apollo is just my call sign, though everyone on this ship does seem to prefer calling me Captain Apollo." He looked from Addy to Lykos, and gave the child a smile that seemed slightly uncertain. "So Addy, is Lykos your brother?"

"My brother?" Addy echoed with surprise. "Oh no.. No relation, as if we looked anything alike," she grinned, lifting a shank of her dark brown, then brushing her fingers through Lykos' blond locks. "In fact, we're not even sure what his real name is. He hasn't said a word to anyone this whole time. They say he's in shock or something, but hopefully he'll get over it. Anyway, so we figured we had to call him something besides 'that kid' or whatnot, figured it was as good a name as any. He doesn't seem to mind it, do you Lykos?"

The blue-eyed child looked from Apollo to Addy, saying nothing.

"Lykos. Wolf. You know, in the old stories, Apollo used to have to protect the flocks from wolves. I hope you don't make me do the same," Lee flashed Lykos a friendly grin that faded fast at the little boy's total lack of response. Discomfited, he said apologetically, "Okay, bad joke. Sorry. I've never really been good with kids."

Addy looked blankly at Apollo. Wasn't she a kid? He wasn't doing all that bad, not like some other grownups had, who talked down to her like she was deaf and stupid. Reassuringly, she informed him, "It's not you. He just... doesn't react a whole lot to anything emotionally. I haven't seen him smile yet. Or frown or cry for that matter." She tousled the boy's hair affectionately, then took his hand in hers. Then something occurred to her, and she frowned up at the Colonial officer, "Wait, if you're Captain Lee 'Apollo' Adama, then who's.. Lieutenant William 'Husker' Adama?" pointing at the ship where the name was written just below the cockpit.

Captain Apollo's amiable demeanor vanished at that question, and his blue eyes went icy. "William Adama is my father. He's Commander Adama now, of the battlestar Galactica," he said flatly. "This was his ship."

Addy may have only been fourteen, but she could tell a sore subject when she saw one. Ok, he's definitely not on the best of terms with his father. "Oh. Well, uh. I guess Lykos and I better get going anyway, right?" She smiled at the child. "It was nice meeting you, Captain Apollo." She squared her shoulders and gave him a crisp salute that would have made her mother proud.

"Likewise, Addy, Lykos," Lee nodded, returning the salute with equal formality, and seemed on the verge of saying something else when a voice suddenly came over the PA system, saying urgently, "Captain Apollo, please report to First Class immediately."

"Frak," Apollo cursed, immediately turning to make his way toward the stairs. As he walked away with quick strides, he tossed over his shoulder, "Don't let me catch you two in the hangar bay again without a good excuse," and a few moments later he was through the door at the top of the steps and gone.

Addy and Lykos worriedly watched him go and then she said in a small voice, "Hope it's not the Cylons again."

As Addy looked around the hangar again, thinking of how much more peaceful and sane it was compared to the crowded and chaotic conditions in the cargo bays where so many passengers were quartered. Giving the child's hand a slight squeeze to get his attention, she met his blue eyes with her own and cocked one eyebrow. "Well. I guess we'll just have to come up with a better excuse then, next time we come here, what do you think?"

Lykos smiled.