Lately, Kara had been feeling that the half-mile walk from her tent to the mess tent was getting longer. She had the feeling that it was because her husband wasn't working, so he didn't get any food. She had been surviving on half-rations for several weeks now, and it was starting to bug her. Sam hadn't even noticed that he was getting half of her food, she had convinced him that the sick only got half-rations.

As the trek finally came to a close, Kara noticed several familiar men standing towards the front of the tent, arguing amongst themselves. Curious as ever, Kara grabbed a tray and sat down at the table closest to the men.

"All the most important people on New Caprica," said a familiar voice.

"Cally!" Kara crushed the small woman into a hug. "Should I have done that?" said Kara in reference to Cally's rather large stomach.

"'Course you shouldn't 'of, but that's never stopped you before." Kara smiled at Cally's happiness, "the way this one is moving, nothing short of being run over by a Viper could crush him." The two old friends sat and chatted for a while. Finally, Kara got the nerve up to ask about what was happening.

"Seems Cylons have been seen on DRADIS. Baltar refuses to believe it, and won't alert the people. Everyone else is trying to get him to see reason."

"Of course he won't tell the people. The whole reason he was elected is because he convinced the people that New Caprica was a safe haven from the Cylons," put in Kara.

All eyes in the mess tent traveled to the door as several more people walked in: the two Adamas in military uniform, President Baltar in a suit, his new 'aide' Felix Gaea in plain civilian clothes, and several of Baltar's lackeys. Kara gulped. Kara had been avoiding the President for the past 6 months as he thought that his newly gained political position might regain her 'interest,' completely disregarding the fact that she was now married to Sam! Of course, the last time she had seen either of the Adamas it had not ended well, and now the famous father-son duo was entering her proximity. She hunched over her tray and tried to be as inconspicuous as possible, and issued a long sigh when the men walked past her.

"I thought I told you to have everyone lined up to be shuttled off the planet by now," said a gruff voice almost directly behind her. Even with her back to the men Kara knew whose voice it was.

"I believe that alerting the public now will create a riot. We should wait to see if the Cylons return, and then reasses our case. I have utter confidence that the Galactica and the Pegasus will defeat whatever threat comes our way," the slimy voice of President Baltar replied. Kara could also think that stunned looks must be going around the group, for everyone had stopped speaking.

"Then you are stupid," gasps could be heard. From his low tone, Kara could tell that Lee Adama would say much more about the president. "The cylons could send an infinite number of Basestars against us; but, we only have two Battlestars. Only one even has a squadron of fighters! We had more firepower before we came to this frakking rock, and we were still getting our asses kicked! They know we are here, and I guarantee you that the cloud will not keep them from flying in with a belly full of Nukes. Our only chance of survival is to leave. Now!" He turned to the crowd and repeated his story.

From her vantage point, Kara could see the faces of the whole tent. No one believed him- no one wanted to. The President might be widely regarded as a dick, but at least they knew him. Before Lee was half way done, Baltar had called his goons. Much to the astonishment of anyone who knew what was going on, Baltar had them removed. He was either counting on the Adamas' sense of patriotism to protect the people, or he really was too stupid to realize that the military could just leave him to the mercy of the Cylons. As Lee was being dragged out the door, he had a clear view of Kara. She saw the recognition on his face as he called her name.

"So, you gonna go?" said Cally. Kara jumped; she had forgotten that the other woman was sitting next to her.

"Go where?"

"He obviously wants to talk to you."

"I'm surprised. He wouldn't send down meds for Sam, so why should I help him."

"Because you have a soft spot for Adamas." Cally placed a protective hand on her stomach. "Besides, what choice do you have if you want human-kind to survive." At the ridiculous look on Kara's face, Cally had to add, "Don't say it. You know they're not lying. Go out and talk to him. I'll have Galen get a gathering. Bring them to the big tent." Cally nodded at her and left. After banging her head on the table a few times, Kara left too.

"Adama!" Kara called, trying to get the attention of the men sitting outside the tent. Two heads looked up and Kara had to smile at the identical expressions. "You should've just talked to me. The Chiefs gonna get a gathering together for you to talk."

"People won't listen to us now, what makes you think they'll listen then?" asked Lee. He didn't even look up when he asked, but at least he said something.

"They don't know you. Even the Colonel is new here. On the other hand, they know me and Cally and the Chief. If we trust you, they'll be a lot more open to what you have to say. Even if it is a truth they don't want to hear." Kara bit her lip. She herself didn't want to hear or believe that the Cylons had at least returned. But Kara couldn't imagine either Adama lying about this so therefore, she had to trust them and get the people to trust them too.

"It seems we're having quite the party," said a voice from behind Kara. The way the elder Adama's eyes lit up assured Kara of who it was: ex-President Lara Roslin.

"Just planning our coup," said Kara lightly, with a trademark Starbuck grin. Several members of the group were aghast at her blatant disrespect, but Kara knew she was right. To punish her would make her a martyr, and Baltar could not afford a face for the people to rally around.

"We really should be going to the big tent if the Chief is getting everyone ready. I was just thinking that if a familiar face was delivering the news, the people might be more receptive to the truth."

A/N- so this was something that's been bugging me since i thought of it last saturday. oh well. depending on how well it's recieved, the plot will develope or they will just survive. hmmmmmmmmmmmm. Please review, or i will become horribly depressed and get angry at apple pie, and apple pie is currently my best friend.

michelle