Commander Adama looked around in surprise. "Just one Viper?"
"Yes, sir. Coming into communications range... now." Lieutenant Duella remained calm and collected. "Galactica calling Viper. Do you read me?"
"Galactica, this is Lynch," Lieutenant Caroline 'Lynch' Laroche said, her voice tinny from the old speakers. "I need to speak to Commander Adama."
Adama picked up the nearest headset and nodded to Duella, who patched him through. "This is Adama. Go ahead, Lieutenant. What's wrong?"
"We were approaching the system when we detected a Cylon scout ship headed for the third planet, sir," she said. "We remained hidden as best we could, but they didn't even seem to notice us. They headed to the planet, opened fire on an area of it, and were destroyed. We have no idea who they were attacking."
Looks were being swapped. "Were you spotted?"
"I don't think so," Lynch said. "No one tried to contact us that we could tell, and no one and nothing came in our direction. Instructions, sir?"
Adama and Tigh swapped looks. "Hold on a second, Lieutenant. Duella, get President Roslyn on the line. If we've found a potential ally, she'll want to know." Not to mention a potential safe haven for their tired battered fleet to settle on, even temporarily.