Chapter 10
Lieutenant Pan sat overlooking the valley that his pod had settled into. Pan had communication monitoring duty which was a boring if necessary duty. Of the 10 pods, they had had contact with 8 over the last sectar. They cloud only assume the worse for the other two. The crew of the Olympus was getting close to being able to return and complete the deep space mission they had embarked on. I guess the peace treaty has already been signed, he thought to himself. The Olympus had its fair share of encounters with Cylons before heading into deep space but that was to be over before they left. Their mission had been simple. As a precaution, they had been sent out to make sure the Cylons were not attempting a pincer maneuver during the peace ceremony. They were supposed to be back in plenty of time of time for the signing ceremony (and more importantly, the celebration). But then they got hit with the Hades' Plague. Three warriors died suddenly and the doctor quickly identified the disease.
So they had sat here on this deserted planet waiting out the prescribed time. They had already just passed the maximum time the virus should be able to survive and were now waiting through the "safety" phase. The last thing they wanted to do was return to the Battlestar before the virus was completely eradicated. Someone or someones would die and the whole cycle would start again. What still struck everybody as odd was that there was no word from the Colonies. They had sent out a distress call which should have been received by now.
The receiver was set up under a tent next to his Viper. Other than occasional background noise, they had heard nothing. They were out of communication range with the colonies but the direct distress beacon should have reached them. At a minimum the fact that they had not returned should have caused some interest. The Colonial fleet knew their course and there was really only one way to get here when one travelled between the stars. The silence was eerie and made the crew wonder what was going on. Fortunately, in a few sectons they would be able to go back and find out for themselves.
Lost in thought, Pan almost missed the blinking red light on the communication device. He had to look twice to make sure he read it right. What the frak! He thought and began running to the main base as fast as he could.
