Laura holds Sloane closely to her chest while speaking to the man behind a supporting wall within the caves the resistance managed to dig at the start of all of this. "Sam, I want you to hear me on this, really." She pauses, making sure she has his eye contact, "There is no one...no one, of higher value than Maya and her child. We cannot let them fall into cylon hands."
"I get it." Anders studies the woman's face, trying to find the right words to ask the hard question that was important enough for him to ask, "How far do you want me to go? I mean, if it looks like the cylons are going to capture them-"
She shakes her head a little, "Don't let it get to that point...that's all.
"I don't suppose you're going to tell me what this is all about...I mean, what's so important about this kid?"
Laura pauses a moment, absently stroking her son's back, "She may very well be the shape of things to come." She swallows, "That's either a blessing or a curse."
Sam glances to the little girl, fidgeting on her mother's lap. It slowly dawns on him just who the baby could be and why it would illicit such a demand of the former President. He looks into the teary eyes of the President, "I'll take care of it, ma'am. I'll put my best men on it."
"Thank you." She whispers to him with a nod, walking into the main area for a conference with the strike team from Galactica and a telling of what was about to happen. Laura looks to her son, so innocent, unaware that his mother just might not make it off the planet alive. As long as he's safe, she thinks. "Everything is going to be okay, Sloane." Laura hums softly to the boy, stroking his light brown hair as the meeting goes on around her with her sitting in the middle of it all
"The block captains will assist his or her designated sector along their escape route to their designated ship." Tory nods, glancing around the group.
"I don't suppose you've been able to rehearse any of this." Tom Zarek looks to Laura, smirking when the boy resting against her chest offers him a grin.
"Indeed. We've had three full dress rehearsals under the guise of fire and natural disaster drills." Laura nods, not looking to him immediately because she can feel his eyes on her.
"It will be different when the balloon goes up. Explosions, shooting, chaos. There's gonna be some panic out there." The young female marine replies.
Laura shrugs, "They'll do fine. These people know that at some point they're gonna have to be responsible for saving themselves. All we need to do is be ready and hope for the best." She stands, meeting Tom's gaze before moving over to Samuel Anders who she knows is behind her. "What about Maya and Isis?" Her voice is hushed as she looks to the man.
"I'm on it." Sam nods, "I've got my two best shooters here. They're gonna be their escorts and make sure they get back to the ship."
Laura slowly moves over to the young man, standing in front of them, "Gentlemen, I can't tell you why, but it is imperative that this woman and her child get off this planet." She offers each her hand to shake as she speaks, "I trust you because I trust him." She motions with a nod of her head toward Sam.
Some commotion happens near the stairs as Saul tilts his head, looking to his wife, being walked down. He listens as his men tell him that she crossed them and was feeding information to the cylons. He doesn't believe it. Not at all. Anders gives him the written plan that he thought she burned and he knew they were being truthful. he defends his wife still.
"I did it...I did it for you, Saul. One of the Brother Cavils...he said he was going to have you killed if I didn't. So...I got him to like me the way men like me and I thought that would be enough, but he wanted more." Ellen swallows, watching her husband with fearful tears in her eyes. "I did it all for you, Saul. I had no choice. Don't you see that?"
Saul stares at his wife with his available working eye. Something within him knows she's telling the truth. However, she still crossed the resistance movement and put their entire plan in jeopardy. He knows he must do something. "I'll talk to her." He looks back at Anders, knowing there is only one solution. He waits for them to file out, turning to look to his wife.
"Thank you." Ellen whispers, leaning into him, "You've always been there for me when I needed you."
"It's okay." He kisses her temple, "I'm gonna make you some tea. Might help you calm down." Saul lets the woman talk about her sexual escapades with the One model cylon. It disgusts him. He makes her a cup of tea, handing it to her and watching as she drinks it in it's entirety. He holds her and cries over her body as she dies from the same tea. There was no way she would be welcomed back into the fleet. They would feed her to the lions when they found out what she did. Saul walks back into the main room, watching the guards with Maya and Isis, as well as Tory and Sloane, both of whom are looking terrified and it's obvious Sloane can tell of her uneasiness around toddlers and begins to cry, "Give him here." He mumbles.
Tory picks her head up, "I'm supposed to...In case they shoot at Laura-"
"I said give him here. He's not going to calm down with you. Tell Laura I've got him. She can get him when the fleet is safe." Saul watches as the young woman takes the boy from the holder wrapped around her. He takes hold of him, watching as he instantly calms.
Sloane picks his head up, seeing Ellen Tigh, "Ew-en 'leep?" He mumbles before looking back to the man.
Saul nods slowly, tears in his eyes, "Yeah, Ellen's asleep." He whispers, "We gotta go outside and it's gonna be loud, but everything is fine. Alright? The old man is going to be happy to see you." He grumbles, zippering his jacket around the boy, who is dressed warmly, but could always use the extra warmth.
Ellen smirked, watching her husband with the baby in his arms, "You're so good with kids, Saul."
The Colonel shook his head, "Nah. It's all common sense. Easier when they're this small." He smirked, the infant fit perfectly in his arm. It isn't often he brings Sloane around Ellen. He knows she's afraid when they're so young. Not like anyone was exactly asking the pair to watch their children anyway.
"Do you ever think about it?" She tilts her head to the side, "What our kids would have been like?"
"Sometimes." He answers honestly, "You?"
Ellen nods, "I didn't very much before the attacks, but...being here...the area may not be the best and it's cold and muddy and...dusty." She folds her arms across her chest, "But the community is nice. It's a nice place to raise a child."
Saul smirks, "Guess this one is pretty lucky then."
"That he is." She grins, "They'd probably look like you...hints of me, but mostly you. You probably have some strong genes."
"Don't know." He looks up to his wife, "We'd be terrible parents though, Ellen. You know that. How would you go on without drinking for almost a year?"
Ellen hums a laugh, "True. I wasn't saying I wish I was pregnant or anything like that. I'm just dreaming about it. A girl can dream."
Saul nodded, "Maybe when we get to Earth. Maybe we'll adopt a few of the little buggers when we get there."
"If we ever get there." She shrugged, "Never know."
He huffed a soft laugh, looking down to the infant again, "I don't know if we'd be as lucky as this one though." He wants to say Bill's Grandson. He wants to tell his wife exactly where the kid is from other than Laura Roslin, but he knows he couldn't possibly because his wife is too much of a gossip. It's the least he could do for the old man.
Lee stands against the bar within his quarters of the Pegasus, tears in his eyes. His wife rambles on about continuing the search for Earth and meeting with other ship Captains in order to formulate a plan, but he couldn't possibly go that far. He couldn't think of going on without Laura and his son, or even his father. Not yet.
"Talk to me, Lee." Dualla says quietly from her chair.
He swallows, "I'm having trouble accepting this."
"I know, but we have to push forward, keep the fleet together, and find earth. Those were the Admiral's orders." It has been eighteen hours before the Galactica jumping away for their mission to save the people of New Caprica, "There's still a chance they'll come back. The Admiral has pulled more stunts than this, I assure you."
"I know that." Lee mumbles, "Yet, I haven't given up hope."
Dee sighs, standing, "Yes, you have. I could tell when you came back from the Galactica. Like you were never going to see him again."
He doesn't turn, just standing there, "Am I that easy to read?"
"Just to me." She shakes her head, moving behind him, but not touching him.
"He's taking on too much for one half-strength Battlestar to endure. That's not opinion, that's military fact. He's not coming back from this. None of them are." He folds his arms across his chest, unable to look at her, "I won't be able to see my son...his memory for me will only be a picture in my wallet."
"Lee, we have to continue on. We have to take humanity and find Earth. We have to do that so that there will be stories of how great William Adama was or about a Battlestar named Galactica." Dee walks closer next to him, seeing his face, "You are Commander of this fleet and you will guide us to safety. You will guide humanity to Earth. You'll do it no matter the cost...because you're an Adama."
He quiets for a moment before continuing, "Have I ever told you how proud I am to serve with you?" Lee looks to the young woman.
Dee raises an eyebrow, shaking her head slowly, "Not in so many words, no."
"Well, I am proud to serve with you, Lieutenant. No matter what." He gently pulls her into a hug, "You're my most trusted confidant and I couldn't have pulled through all of this without you. Thank you."
She leans into his chest slightly, wrapping her arms around him in response, "It's been nice being married to you too."
Lee smirks, "Same to you. It hasn't been too bad, has it?"
Dee shakes her head, "Not at all...I just wish we could have done something with it than just commanding a Battlestar." She huffs a soft laugh.
Laura leaned her head against the shoulder of his lab jacket as they relax within the calm buzz of the medical tent. Things were not as pleasant as they seemed. Some uprising occurring in the sectors of the settlement where the only way they could be dealt with was by one person killing the other. "Did you read about the fourth and fifth ward killings? I worry that the people are growing restless."
"You worry about too many things." Cottle shook his head, the four month old resting against his chest, "This little guy has two parents who are both stubborn as hell. There's not a chance he won't be."
"The cylons will come back...I just know they will." She swallowed, "And I know we have to live for the present...live for today without thinking what could possibly be come at us next, but...now that Sloane is here, all I can think about is what's around the corner. Will I have enough time to make sure he's safe..."
Sherman nodded slowly, "That's what happens when you have kids, Laura. You worry about them until your head pops off. By that time, they're old enough to leave the nest and you think you're done worrying about them, but you're not." He shakes his head, "They call everyday...then every other day, then once a week...then they meet some guy named Paulo and move to a settlement on Aquaria to live on a frakking houseboat, and you're lucky if you get a phone call once a month." He slowly glances to her, "That's not for a while yet."
Laura smiled softly to him, looking to the stars through the clear plastic sunroof of the secluded room of the medic tent, "Paulo."
He huffed a soft laugh, "My son's, husband. Always moving like a Sagittaron entertainer. Just...always moving, Max was. Then he met Paulo and wanted to settle down...hadn't seen him for a few years before the attacks hit."
"I didn't know." She replied quietly.
"You didn't need to. He was a good kid, but...that's that." Sherman shook his head, "So...tell me about your sisters."
Laura grabs hold of the Tom's hand as they run toward the large ships. She stops, pointing in another direction, "Tom, you go that way. Head to the shipyard." They were almost home free.
"You're coming right?" Tom keeps his hand in hers. He doesn't know what this is. He knows he likes the woman, but he knows she may not feel the same way toward him, "Laura, tell me you're coming."
She motions with a node of her head toward the Colonial One, "My ship's up there."
He pauses, chuckling softly, "You sure have a sense for the dramatic." Tom watches as she turns, "Wait, Laura, wait." He pulls one of the muscular men that he recognizes going by, "Hey, you were on Galactica, right?"
The young man looks to him, "Yeah, I didn't do anything."
"No, it's okay, it's okay." Tom shakes his head, giving the young man the only weapon on his person, "Keep an eye on her, alright? Don't let her out of your sight. Go." Tom looks to the woman in question again, noticing her smirk to him, he returns the same, "See you up there."
"See you up there." Laura grins even more, running with the man assigned as her protector. "Thank you for helping out." She glances to the young men next to her, "I really do appreciate it."
"Anything for the President." The taller of the two men smirk to her, "Take your time, ma'am, there's some bulletheads ahead." He motions for them to get to cover, watching a viper overhead takes them all down. He laughs a little, "We're good to go."
Laura picks up her pace, her auburn hair bouncing behind her. She reaches an enclosure after some time, seeing Tory, 'Where's Sloane?" She shakes her head a little, "Where's my son?"
Tory swallows, "He was nervous and started crying. Colonel Tigh said it was a risk and would alert the cylons of my whereabouts and anyone with me. He took him instead. There was a raptor not far from the hideout, so I suppose he-"
"No." She shakes her head, "That raptor is for sector twenty-three. You know that." Laura looks back from the direction they ran from, "They..." Her eyes start to fill with tears, "What was the plan where he was involved?"
The man assigned to protect her after leaving the hideout keeps watch, "He, Chief Tyrol, and some other insurgents would wait by the Detention Center for an additional raptor that Admiral Adama is to send down to be the last raptor off this rock." The young man looks to her, "Admiral Adama would never leave Colonel Tigh behind."
Laura knows he's right. She knows that Tigh was probably the best bet if not herself. She runs her hands through her hair, "Someone get me confirmation once we get in the air. Also, confirmation and whereabouts of Maya and Isis."
"Yes, ma'am." Tory answers immediately, knowing she has failed her boss and mentor.
"I'm not angry with you. Colonel Tigh was correct." She says softly, "He's my only son, I'm allowed to worry."
Jammer glances out, having been told to stay with Laura Roslin by the Vice President, "Ms. Roslin, I think we're ready. Are you ready?" When he sees the woman nod, they walk to the Colonial One, a few civilians in tow.
Laura stands behind the rest, glancing around once she finally enters the main area. She takes a seat behind the desk, her beautiful desk gone and replaced with this large extravagant one. Even removing the press corp seating to do so. She opens her thick navy jacket, removing a brown cloth wrapped bundle, held together with twine. She places it onto the desk, opening it, revealing the notebooks of the months they spent on New Caprica while under cylon occupation...even with little things about her own son and Isis written among them. She smiles a little more, looking around to the people in the cabin, "Alright...I'm ready to go." She states simply, closing her eyes.
Another walk away from his wife, Saul smirked toward the sunlight filtering through the tops of the trees, "This is the best part." He nodded, patting the infant's diaper gently as he keeps his jacket zippered over the boy.
"The sun?" Laura glanced up, glad she wasn't wearing her glasses.
"Yeah." He nodded, "The way it comes through the trees like that...like something from the gods."
She smirked ever so slightly, "It does look that way, doesn't it..."
Saul looked down to the boy on his chest, "He always falls asleep during Uncle Saul walks."
Laura hummed a laugh, "Because he's comfortable with you. He doesn't have an ulterior motive."
"He may. You never know." He smirked, "Orchestrating a plan with the cylons to fall asleep during all Uncle Saul walks...if he wasn't a frakking Adama, I'd consider it more."
She glanced to her sleeping son, "He certainly is an Adama...even does that eyebrow thing when Lee is confused about something."
Saul smiled more, "He's got two good parents, he's lucky."
"Well, I think I'm pretty lucky to have a son like him." Laura continued to hold onto the man's elbow as they walked.