Post by LucianG on Apr 26, 2005 11:48:52 GMT -6
Lucian
Commander Sheba looked over the Bridge. Everyone seemed to be under the dark cloud that overshadowed the Battlestar as a result of the deaths of Major Brie and Lieutenant Amy. The memorial service had just ended, and now someone had crashed a shuttle in the Black Squadron launch bay. To make matters worse, Major Lucian was missing so she had asked for Lieutenant BatGal to get down there to assess the situation. The only good recent news was that the Viper that had launched was equipped to fly during the jump for brief periods...if the pilot didn't make any mistakes and didn't try to venture too far from the ship.
Lieutenant Titon was next on her list, but when asked to go down there to look over the mess, he said, “Commander, we’ve got a big problem here in Engineering at the moment ourselves. When I got back from the service, one of the civil engineers who’s in charge of the water supply reported a problem. Now, I don’t ordinarily get involved in that aspect of engineering, but from what I can tell, we’ve got a real situation on our hands. Something, or maybe somebody, is shutting off the water supply around the ship. We’ve already looked at two of these solenoid-activated valves. They’ve been tripped remotely, from somewhere unknown by something unknown. What makes it even stranger, we can’t get them back on line. It looks like the main reserves are being isolated from the piping system. Even though we have plenty of water aboard, it’s almost like someone’s trying to keep us from getting to it.”
“Take care of it quickly, Lieutenant, then get over to Beta Bay. I want an expert opinion on the damage, and quickly!” she said.
“I’m on it, Commander,” said Titon.
Sheba looked at another report handed to her at that instant. Another low food reserve warning…
* * *
Najinn
Najinn was turboing away from the ship in his CORA equipped Viper, it was lucky that the last mission he flew in her she had been CORA equipped.
Not that it mattered at all really, Najinn didn't care anymore, he was completely lost in his grief and honestly didn't care for his own life anymore.
It wouldn't be a good time to run into a cylon patrol, they wouldn't really stand much a chance against him in this mood despite the fact his Viper was unarmed.
Why?!, was the only question that raced through his mind. After all the heartbreak he had been thru in his life, too lose Amy to a human, to a fellow human beings maniac ideas of revenge was purely beyond his understanding. For the Lords of Kobols sake they were running for their lives from the most insipid evil in the universe and here they were killing each other.
Najinn pulled the stick back fully and swept under the Callisto again. He was flying around her great streamlined bulk superstructure trying to get his mind straight. He needed to understand why, he wanted answers. He knew that he would never get them though, who could answer the one question central in his mind that remained. Only Amy had the answer and with her gone so too was the answer.
"Did she ever really love me?"
* * *
Stadia
Stadia started coughing as they tried to give her oxygen. She rolled over on her sides. The nurse sipped the oxygen mask over mouth and nose. She felt them replacing the ivs and didn’t care.
“Lucian. Where is Lucian? Whats wrong with him?”
The nurse tried to calm her but she would have nothing to with it. She tried to sit up and pull out the iv tube. The nurses wrestled her back onto the bed. She fought against them wanting to be by his side. One of the nurses took a syringe and filled it with a sedative. She squirted it to remove air bubbles and went to Stadia’s side. She injected it into her arm. Stadia fell back onto the bed as the sedative took hold.
The nurse kept checking Stadia’s condition. She eventually left the room.
Lucian was wheeled into the exam room. A doctor came in and began a thorough examination of Lucian. He checked the eye injury.
“We are going to have get some pictures of his shoulder before we proceed.”
A short time later Stadia woke up from the sedative they had given her. She licked her lips. She looked up to see Major Lucian in a bed across from hers. His forehead and eyes was covered with bandages and his shoulder was tied tightly to his chest. He wore an oxygen mask too.
She just stared at him knowing she would have to fight for him.
A nurse came in and saw that Stadia was awake. She came over and stood by her bed.
“We had no place else to put him. We had to save our last remaining bed for a Frodarin women and her baby.”
Stadia smiled…
* * *
Lucian
Commander Sheba read the report. The water system was basically shut down, with limited distribution capability. Titon's report showed that they were trying to reprogram the controllers. He'd even recruited Pell, one of the most skilled programmers in the fleet, but so far, they were having no success.
The situation with the shuttle had been contained, although it appeared to be a near loss, and now she had another injured Warrior and one was injured even worse than before. Lieutenant BatGal was placed in command of Black Squadron on a temporary basis until Major Lucian could resume his duties.
Looking through the front screen, she contemplated the fact that the Axcian system was still twenty cycles away.
* * *
Lucian awoke. His shoulder ached when he tried to turn, but Jarrynn put a gentle hand on him and told him to rest.
"How's Stadia and how long am I going to be couped up here, Jarrynn?" he asked.
"Stadia's right over here resting. Her injuries as a result of the crash weren't that bad, but we're still trying to determine the other damage from the brain crystals. That's privileged, but I'm telling you because you're her commanding officer."
"Let's hope that's still the case," he said.
"As for you, you've got a way to go, Lucian. I seriously doubt you'll be flying Vipers for a while."
* * *
The Noman looked at his chrono then looked back at Selgin. He'd instructed Selgin to remain in hiding until Drop-Time, which was now in less than six centars. If the time wasn't so close, he knew that he'd probably wrap one of his boles around his henchman's neck and solve that headache permanently.
"Nowhere, understood? Now, any word on your female friend."
"Understood, Sir," Selgin replied. "They said on the comm that both she and the male Warrior were unconscious as a result of their injuries, but it was likely that both would survive."
"Unfortunate, though not an insurmountable problem. After Drop-Time, they'll be dead, and whatever she might be able to tell wouldn't be important at that point anyway."
Selgin said, "I'll miss her in a way."
"Now don't go 'Adrian' on me, Selgin. If you do, you know the consequences," he said with a sneer. "Now, let's go over it again. Hawke arrives at 10:90. Drop-Time commences at 11:00, and by 11:40, it will be mixed and distributing through the system. Beginning of First Shift tomorrow, people should be dropping like Gemen flies!"
* * *
Charybdis
I met with Sheba in her private war room.
"They're making their move," I said.
"I know. I just hope no one gets killed. Now is the time when we all have to be on our toes," she replied. A worried look was on her face.
"I hope this all pays off," I responded.
She looked over at me and said, "It will."
Commander Sheba looked over the Bridge. Everyone seemed to be under the dark cloud that overshadowed the Battlestar as a result of the deaths of Major Brie and Lieutenant Amy. The memorial service had just ended, and now someone had crashed a shuttle in the Black Squadron launch bay. To make matters worse, Major Lucian was missing so she had asked for Lieutenant BatGal to get down there to assess the situation. The only good recent news was that the Viper that had launched was equipped to fly during the jump for brief periods...if the pilot didn't make any mistakes and didn't try to venture too far from the ship.
Lieutenant Titon was next on her list, but when asked to go down there to look over the mess, he said, “Commander, we’ve got a big problem here in Engineering at the moment ourselves. When I got back from the service, one of the civil engineers who’s in charge of the water supply reported a problem. Now, I don’t ordinarily get involved in that aspect of engineering, but from what I can tell, we’ve got a real situation on our hands. Something, or maybe somebody, is shutting off the water supply around the ship. We’ve already looked at two of these solenoid-activated valves. They’ve been tripped remotely, from somewhere unknown by something unknown. What makes it even stranger, we can’t get them back on line. It looks like the main reserves are being isolated from the piping system. Even though we have plenty of water aboard, it’s almost like someone’s trying to keep us from getting to it.”
“Take care of it quickly, Lieutenant, then get over to Beta Bay. I want an expert opinion on the damage, and quickly!” she said.
“I’m on it, Commander,” said Titon.
Sheba looked at another report handed to her at that instant. Another low food reserve warning…
* * *
Najinn
Najinn was turboing away from the ship in his CORA equipped Viper, it was lucky that the last mission he flew in her she had been CORA equipped.
Not that it mattered at all really, Najinn didn't care anymore, he was completely lost in his grief and honestly didn't care for his own life anymore.
It wouldn't be a good time to run into a cylon patrol, they wouldn't really stand much a chance against him in this mood despite the fact his Viper was unarmed.
Why?!, was the only question that raced through his mind. After all the heartbreak he had been thru in his life, too lose Amy to a human, to a fellow human beings maniac ideas of revenge was purely beyond his understanding. For the Lords of Kobols sake they were running for their lives from the most insipid evil in the universe and here they were killing each other.
Najinn pulled the stick back fully and swept under the Callisto again. He was flying around her great streamlined bulk superstructure trying to get his mind straight. He needed to understand why, he wanted answers. He knew that he would never get them though, who could answer the one question central in his mind that remained. Only Amy had the answer and with her gone so too was the answer.
"Did she ever really love me?"
* * *
Stadia
Stadia started coughing as they tried to give her oxygen. She rolled over on her sides. The nurse sipped the oxygen mask over mouth and nose. She felt them replacing the ivs and didn’t care.
“Lucian. Where is Lucian? Whats wrong with him?”
The nurse tried to calm her but she would have nothing to with it. She tried to sit up and pull out the iv tube. The nurses wrestled her back onto the bed. She fought against them wanting to be by his side. One of the nurses took a syringe and filled it with a sedative. She squirted it to remove air bubbles and went to Stadia’s side. She injected it into her arm. Stadia fell back onto the bed as the sedative took hold.
The nurse kept checking Stadia’s condition. She eventually left the room.
Lucian was wheeled into the exam room. A doctor came in and began a thorough examination of Lucian. He checked the eye injury.
“We are going to have get some pictures of his shoulder before we proceed.”
A short time later Stadia woke up from the sedative they had given her. She licked her lips. She looked up to see Major Lucian in a bed across from hers. His forehead and eyes was covered with bandages and his shoulder was tied tightly to his chest. He wore an oxygen mask too.
She just stared at him knowing she would have to fight for him.
A nurse came in and saw that Stadia was awake. She came over and stood by her bed.
“We had no place else to put him. We had to save our last remaining bed for a Frodarin women and her baby.”
Stadia smiled…
* * *
Lucian
Commander Sheba read the report. The water system was basically shut down, with limited distribution capability. Titon's report showed that they were trying to reprogram the controllers. He'd even recruited Pell, one of the most skilled programmers in the fleet, but so far, they were having no success.
The situation with the shuttle had been contained, although it appeared to be a near loss, and now she had another injured Warrior and one was injured even worse than before. Lieutenant BatGal was placed in command of Black Squadron on a temporary basis until Major Lucian could resume his duties.
Looking through the front screen, she contemplated the fact that the Axcian system was still twenty cycles away.
* * *
Lucian awoke. His shoulder ached when he tried to turn, but Jarrynn put a gentle hand on him and told him to rest.
"How's Stadia and how long am I going to be couped up here, Jarrynn?" he asked.
"Stadia's right over here resting. Her injuries as a result of the crash weren't that bad, but we're still trying to determine the other damage from the brain crystals. That's privileged, but I'm telling you because you're her commanding officer."
"Let's hope that's still the case," he said.
"As for you, you've got a way to go, Lucian. I seriously doubt you'll be flying Vipers for a while."
* * *
The Noman looked at his chrono then looked back at Selgin. He'd instructed Selgin to remain in hiding until Drop-Time, which was now in less than six centars. If the time wasn't so close, he knew that he'd probably wrap one of his boles around his henchman's neck and solve that headache permanently.
"Nowhere, understood? Now, any word on your female friend."
"Understood, Sir," Selgin replied. "They said on the comm that both she and the male Warrior were unconscious as a result of their injuries, but it was likely that both would survive."
"Unfortunate, though not an insurmountable problem. After Drop-Time, they'll be dead, and whatever she might be able to tell wouldn't be important at that point anyway."
Selgin said, "I'll miss her in a way."
"Now don't go 'Adrian' on me, Selgin. If you do, you know the consequences," he said with a sneer. "Now, let's go over it again. Hawke arrives at 10:90. Drop-Time commences at 11:00, and by 11:40, it will be mixed and distributing through the system. Beginning of First Shift tomorrow, people should be dropping like Gemen flies!"
* * *
Charybdis
I met with Sheba in her private war room.
"They're making their move," I said.
"I know. I just hope no one gets killed. Now is the time when we all have to be on our toes," she replied. A worried look was on her face.
"I hope this all pays off," I responded.
She looked over at me and said, "It will."