Chapter 7: Enemy enough
Laura Roslyn was dozing in her seat, papers and reports spread around her like leaves around a tree, when Billy came in to wake her up.
"Madam President, the Commander has asked to speak with you," he said gently. "It's about something the Vipers and the Federia found."
She sat up and rubbed her eyes. She'd been falling asleep working all too often of late, trying to get the fleet functioning well enough to hand over to a successor before her body failed her. "Something useful?"
"Something that destroyed a Cylon scout ship." She looked up, staring, and then got up and left the scattered papers where they were, heading for the bridge.
"Where's Doctor Baltar?" she asked. "And what do we know?"
"They're waiting for you before they hold a conference." He ushered her into Colonial 1's cockpit. The pilot handed her a headset. If she wasn't being shuttled over to the Galactica, it had to be urgent.
"This is President Roslyn," she said. "What's going on, Commander?"
"Captain Adama's squadron detected a Cylon scoutship. Before it detected them, it attacked a section of the planetary surface and was destroyed somehow. We're trying to decide whether or not to scrub the supply mission and how to make contact."
"Should we make contact?" Laura asked. "They may decide to dislike us as well. Aren't the Cylons enemy enough?"