Chapter 5: Family.

Battlestar Ulysses, currently in Standby coordinates.

"We have to assume Adama is dead, before Jimbo was killed he said they passed through a large debris field, that's probably what was left of them." Spoke Colonel Reid.

"I agree, they must have been caught in a Cylon attack and quickly wiped out, the Galactica is very old and couldn't have stood long against the Cylons." Rebecca conceded.

"So that's it then, we have to assume were the last." Added Ken.

Looking down at the command operations console Cain nodded, they were alone now.

"This crew needs a rest, we all do, we'll set up a rotation so everyone aboard gets some rack time. Then I want this ship repaired."

"Very good sir, I'll announce it to the crew, you should get some sleep, I'll take the first watch." Nodded Ken.

Rebecca nodded and left combat.

The crew was exhausted, the last two days were a ravage on human endurance and spirit. The announcement of a mandatory recuperation for the crew to rest in rotation was taken with great need. Walking down the causeways towards her quarters Rebecca Cain was about to collapse, her ribs were pounding in agony. Ever since she returned to the CIC she made herself appear strong for her crew, they couldn't see her demonstrating any kind of weakness, especially now. She opened up the door to her quarters and immediately headed to her bed, lying down felt even worse; tears welled up in her eyes at the sheer intensity of the pain. Now in private, she prayed for her family. The one person in her life whom she loved the most was dead, Helena Cain, rear Admiral of the Colonial Fleet, along with the rest; the time for mourning was at hand. With a series of low bleeps, she turned her attention to the door of her quarters. Someone was outside. Cursing she rose from her bed with clear discomfort, and went over to the door unlocking it, it slid open and there stood Doctor Barsec in his white lab coat with a stethoscope wrapped around his neck.

"You better have a good reason for being here Doctor." Spoke the Commander with a plain tone.

He had in hand a small black handbag, which looked a lot like the kind doctor's use.

"I am only concerned for your health, the Colonels orders anyway." He looked like he could sleep for a month. His face was unshaven giving him a scruffy appearance. He scanned her with his green eyes waiting for an answer.

"Alright… come in, but be quick, you need to sleep Doctor."

"Couldn't agree with you more." He said as he brushed past her.

"You know this is the first time I've been to your quarters…" He said looking around, admiring the art and vases spread out through the room, several plants were also present.

"Doctor…" Rebecca sighed.

"Right, let's get this over with."

He had her sit down on her oak table, she took off her uniform jacket setting it beside her, she let the Doctor check her bandages and lifted both her arms to determine the damage given her wincing. After wrapping the fresh bandages tightly around her chest he gave her his verdict.

"It's going to take several months for your ribs to fully heal, by tomorrow you will have some very nasty bruises, don't be alarmed its normal. I'm going to suggest you take twenty milligrams of morpha in capsules twice a day, it will greatly ease the pain. I'll give you some more rolls of bandages so you can replace them at your discretion. Keep them tight at all times and don't make sudden movements." He reached into his bag and pulled out a small bottle of pills along with some field dressing rolls. Rebecca reluctantly took them, and thanked him.

"Thank you Doctor, good night." She nodded.

"Drop by if you have any questions or if you need your prescription refilled, good night." He packed up his case and left her quarters.

Rebecca proceeded in taking the Morpha, it was a potent painkiller, and she had to be careful between doses. Within minutes she felt very relaxed, the pain melted away, she locked her door then went to sit down in her black cushioned leather sofa.

She closed her eyes and pictured herself back on Tauron. When she had received her promotion two years ago, Admiral Cain was right at her side when she had Commander stars pinned onto her collar in ceremony. She received many praises for earning her position, without too much outside influence. She was damned proud of her accomplishment. When she was shuttled on board the Ulysses for the first time, she was overwhelmed. One of the newest Battlestars in the fleet and she was commanding it. She fell in love with her ship, yet at the same time became intimidated, and she never had a decent nights sleep since. She rubbed her eyes in despair, Helena Cain was her Aunt, and she put her on a pedestal her entire life, following her prominent path in the Military. Now she was dead, and she has never felt so alone. Her parents, brother, and sisters were all dead as well. She refused to give in to her tears, let grief and emotion run her. She had to act, had to lead. Her people needed her. When she finally drifted into sleep, her thoughts turned to revenge.