This is how I hope the end of the series goes (of course, it will never end because it is the best). A long, long, long time from now, this is how I hope they do it. I loved every review I got and I hope this story entertained you! I loved writing it and I hope you're not too angry with me about the ending. Yes, it was hard, but I love it bittersweet…Thanks for reading!!!
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Day 0
The jump was a smooth one. Once clear of the Space Stations the entire fleet followed the coordinates Roslin had sent. Kara was in the CIC surrounded by Tigh, Lee, Helo and Sharon. Everyone held there breath as they came out of jump. All eyes were glued to the screen hovering above the command center.
Kara couldn't hear herself think over the cheering in the CIC. There were seven planets registering on dradis. Tigh looked up at Kara about ready to order her to the hanger deck to get a closer look at the planet. Earth. This was Earth. Kara could feel it. She smiled at Lee who returned the gesture and before she knew it, he was kissing her. If ever Kara Thrace had a perfect moment, this was it. Earth was on dradis and Lee Adama was in her arms.
Like all perfect moments, this one ended too soon. As soon as Lee let her go, gasping for oxygen, Kara looked over his shoulder and saw Adama enter the CIC from his quaters. The cheering stopped abruptly. Everyone watched with heavy hearts as the Admiral stepped up to the command center. He peered up at the tiny red marks on the dradis screen and then his eyes swept around the room. He lowered his head and everyone knew what it meant.
The President was gone.
Kara was bitter. Roslin never even saw Earth. This was her dream and fate was so cruel not to let her see it become a reality. Lee took a step toward his father and Kara thought he was about to speak until Gaeta's alarmed voice filled the CIC.
"Sir," he choked, "Multiple contacts on dradis."
Adama's head snapped up. Kara followed his eyes, and looked in horror as a dozen or more Basestars jumped into space. The only thing standing between humanity and total extinction was one old Battlestar. All eyes turned back to Adama. His mouth was a firm line. Without moving his gaze he ordered.
"Launch all Vipers."
Kara exchanged a glance with Lee. She was about to go to fight the cylons to the death. She knew she wouldn't be coming back. Before she took off for the hanger deck, she took Adama and Lee aside.
"Admiral, marry us right now," she said impulsively.
Lee's eyes nearly popped out of his head. Kara could hear Gaeta repeating Adama's orders to the rest of the crew. Adama looked at his son. Lee hesitated but seemed to reason himself into a nod.
"You need rings," Adama told them.
Kara turned to Lee who shrugged his shoulders. She couldn't marry Lee Adama before she went to die in battle because no one had a ring?
"Here," Tigh chimed in, pulling rings off his fingers. "This was Ellen's, this was mine."
"We can't—" Kara started to say but Tigh placed the rings in her hand and walked away to bark out orders before she could object.
"Alright, we have to make this fast," Adama said, his eyes looking up at the screen.
"Lee do you want to marry Kara?" He asked his son.
"Yeah," he said, and took Kara's hand.
He slid the ring on.
"Kara, do you want to marry my son?" Adama said again.
"Frak, yes," Kara answered.
It sounded so much better than 'I do.' Kara put the ring on Lee's finger, forever uniting them together.
"Alright, now get your ass down to the hanger deck," Adama ordered.
Kara threw her arms around Lee and kissed him once again before taking off in sprint down to her waiting Viper.
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After a few minutes of fighting, Adama realized there was no way to win this war. Every Viper they had was fighting off the Raiders, but the fleet of Basestar kept drawing closer and closer. Adama knew it was only a matter of time before they launched their nukes. Galactica could take maybe two or three hits but his old Battlestar couldn't protect the fleet for long.
"How did they find us?" Tigh asked, interrupting Adama's thoughts.
"I can find out," Sharon said, as she ripped off a part of the command center and stuck a wire into her arm.
Helo turned his head away with closed eyes.
"Admiral," Gaeta said, "The Basestars are slowing their pursuit."
Adama looked up at the dradis screen. The cylons were still closing in but at a much slower rate. Galactica shook with the pounding of firepower.
With a cry of pain Sharon pulled the wire away and fell to her knees. Helo was immediately at her side. Though she was out of breath she looked up at Adama and spoke.
"When Roslin got the coordinates, Leobon was able to see them because of his connection with her," Sharon explained.
Adama had no idea what the hell that meant but he pretended like he did. Maybe someday, if they lived through this, Sharon could explain how it was all possible.
"There is something else," Sharon said after taking a deep breath, "The cylons are dying. Something in this part of space is killing them, like the beacon we found in from the Thirteenth Colony."
Maybe they had a chance after all. Adama brought his attention back to the dradis. There were still twelve Basestars in pursuit. They would wipe out the fleet before the virus would destroy them.
Laura was dead. Why would Bill Adama want to go on living without her? So what if he did make it to Earth? Could he really be happy living alone in their cabin by the lake?
"Send out the evacuation order," Adama barked.
Tigh looked at him with one large eye.
"Sir?" Gaeta asked.
"We have enough nukes on this tank to take out all of those Basestars," Adama said.
Tigh's mouth dropped open.
"Yeah, but you'd have to put enough distance between us and the fleet to…" Tigh trailed off.
Adama looked over at Tigh and his old friend smiled. They were on the same page.
"Gaeta, send the evacuation order," Tight repeated, "and then get the frak outta here."
"This is suicide," Apollo said alarmed, looking from Tigh to his father.
"I remember a certain incident with the Pegasus," Tigh remarked, tongue in cheek.
"Helo, take the ship around, toward the Basestars," Adama ordered.
Helo left Sharon's side and did as he was ordered. Adama felt the direction of the ship change beneath his feet.
The closer Galactica got to the Basestars the rougher the ride became. Sparks were flying on the CIC as firepower from the cylons penetrated the outer hull.
"Everyone, get to the escape decks," Adama ordered.
From across the room Adama saw Gaeta salute as he left his post in order to escape. Helo helped Sharon to the exit door but stopped in front of Adama. Sharon reached into her uniform and pulled out the Presidential Pardon Roslin had issued.
"We forgive her," Sharon said and hugged the Admiral.
The two left the CIC.
"Come on, lets go," Lee said, gripping his father's uniform sleeve.
Adama exchanged a looked with Tigh and neither of them moved.
"What are you waiting for?" Lee asked, concern growing more present in his voice.
Tigh lifted his chin.
"Admiral goes down with his ship," Tigh explained.
Adama looked down and smiled faintly.
"That's a bunch of frakking ego talking," Apollo yelled, "Now let's go!"
Adama still didn't move. The hardest part of all of this would be saying goodbye to his son. He suddenly understood how Roslin felt. Saying goodbye was hard.
"I proud of you, son," Adama said softly.
The ship was still shaking from the ever closing distance between the cylon fleet. Apollo shook his head, eyes filling with emotion. His protests died down and he must have seen the look of determination in his father's eyes. Adama was not going to be talked out of this.
Without another word, Lee hugged his father tightly. Adama returned the hug.
"I love you, dad," Lee whispered.
He let go and took a step back.
"Take care of Kara," Adama replied, with a faint smile.
Lee clenched his jaw and look just like he did when he was a little boy. Resolve washed over his face and he stood at attention. Adama's boy was a man now. He would survive. Adama would make sure he survived.
"You take care of Laura," Apollo said.
He turned and disappeared down the corridor.
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"What the frak are they doing?" Kara asked into her helmet.
The fighting around her was fierce and for the first time in the battle she looked up toward Galactica. The old Battlestar was far away now, and heading straight for the swarm of cylon Basestars.
"Are they crazy?" she asked again.
No one responded as they tried to fight off the Raiders attacking them.
"You know my dad," Apollo's voice said of the wireless.
Kara saw his Viper just over head, swoop down and slice a Raider in two. She didn't have time to think about his words as she fought off three more Raiders. Just as she was closing in on the last one, the ship seemed to lose control and began flying erratically. Soon the other Raiders were doing the same thing, making easy targets for the Vipers.
Kara finally had another chance to look at Galactica. The ship was nearly on top of the Basestars.
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Adama looked at the launch switch, his hand just to the side of it. He brought his head up at saw his old friend smiling.
"We are pretty pathetic, Bill," Tigh said, "…but it's just no use living without her."
Adama lowered his head and then raised it again.
"You are a true friend, Saul," Bill said.
"No, I'm a lazy mother-frakker, who never deserved anything you did for me. I owe you," Saul replied.
Adama smiled at that and then looked back down at the switch. Galactica was falling apart under the cylon weapons fire. The old ship wouldn't take much more. Adama looked into space and spoke his last words to Roslin.
"Victory is ours. So say we all."
"So say we all," Tigh repeated.
Adama flipped the switch and the nukes launched.
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Kara was sure the look of horror on her face was mirrored by everyone else in the fleet and the cockpit of a Viper. Galactica launched all of the nukes it had. Six Basestars exploded causing a chain reaction that reached the entire fleet. Galactica was caught in the blasts and erupted in a ball of metal and fire.
The explosions were far enough away that the fleet would be safe. Adama had just saved humanity. Now he was gone. The losses were heavy. Too heavy for Kara to tolerate. How could they go one without their two beloved leaders? Through tear filled eyes she looked back at the fleet. Was it really worth it?
"Common, old lady," Apollo said over the lump in his throat, "Let's get them to Earth. For dad and Laura."
Kara swallowed hard. Her eyes lifted to Earth, a blue and green planet floating just in the distance.
"Dad told me to bury Laura by a clear lake," Apollo continued as they flew their Vipers side by side back to the fleet.
"Let's live there, Kara," he said.
She nodded her head, swallowing the hurt and shock of all that had just happened.
"Yeah," she replied.
It would take time but things would get better. After all, she had Earth now. She had Apollo. She had hope. Admiral William Adama and President Laura Roslin had given the fleet hope for a new and better life. Victory was theirs.
"So say we all." Kara muttered to herself looking back at the fading fire from the explosions.
This time humanity would do things right. The fleet owed that much to the President and the Admiral. Victory was theirs.
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Hope you enjoyed!! Yes, it was difficult to kill Roslin and Adama!! I hope my next fic won't be quite so sad (or quite so long)… Let me know what you think. Thank you for reading!!!!!