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17 June 2006 @ 10:37 am
It has been two weeks since the exodus of the Twelve Colonies. The prisoners are one day away from finishing their goal: tomorrow, water will happily be distributed to the fleet and the shortage will be over...

Suddenly, a serious epidemic has hit the Gideon -- one of the fleet's heavy hauler transport vessels.

A group of dissenters are [withholding water] from the rest of the passengers by sealing themselves inside the vessel's water tank cabin. They are dehydrating the ship on purpose, believing that quick death in there is better than life out here. Not everyone on Gideon agrees, but nothing will change the group's mind.

The dissenters, calling themselves The Wringers, have contracted [cholera] inside the cabin and may infect the rest of Gideon if not helped. Though their plan has backfired on them, The Wringers nonetheless refuse to vacate.

The Wringers are highly-skilled craftsmen critical to running the Gideon: they cannot be allowed to die. The press is demanding medical attention for these doomed souls. The Marines must be sent in to quarantine the ill and bring them vaccination. Those most sick will need to be transported back to Galactica's medical lab. Risking exposure, Galactica cannot afford to lose any more sick officers. This is causing paranoia, especially amongst pilots who share beverages.

Meanwhile, amongst the ill, a mysterious woman is identified as Ellen Tigh -- wife of Executive Officer Colonel Tigh. When she awoke from her coma aboard the Gideon, Ellen had no idea where she was. Neither was anyone willing to believe her relation to the much-disliked XO of the much-disliked Galactica. They have treated her as another miserable stowaway.

And now she's stuck on a diseased ship. Will the cholera kill Ellen...or will her own frustration?

There are many events... And you have a plan.

Note: The Gideon is the same ship where Marines shoot and kill a few civilians during a riot. Reporter D'Anna Biers will later refer to this event as the "Gideon Massacre". Most people aboard the ship do not approve of Roslin as president.

Events are explained in detail [here].

viper_instincts on June 17th, 2006 06:17 pm (UTC)
Apollo replaced the phone back in its cradle and eyed his pilots drifting out of the room from the morning's debriefing. Well, that had been interesting news from C.I.C... And what was this nonsense about some woman claiming to be the XO's wife? Wasn't Tigh grieving over her?

The podium behind where Apollo stood was suddenly looking small and abandoned, due mostly to the stack of new duties that had suddenly racked up on his plate. Was he going to have to call some of the pilots back now and change the scope of their day's work?

Rubbing the bridge of his nose, he made a mental list of the best-trained Marines to ask for the job. He was mostly in direct command of the Air Group and therefore tended not to middle manage or question the ability of Galactica's Marine squadron leader. But he would need Boomer and Crashdown on one of those Raptors to Gideon. Boomer was the most competent Raptor pilot in the fleet, in his opinion. And that meant he trusted her most to transport ill passengers.

Still, why the hell did he see this one coming?

Snatching the octagonal report from the podium surface, Apollo sighed and headed out to get his assignments, as per the C.I.C.'s request a moment ago. He shrugged his brows at Starbuck on the way out.

"Shit's hit the man."
felix_gaeta on June 17th, 2006 06:28 pm (UTC)
“This is Lieutenant Gaeta, the officer of the watch. How can I help you?” Felix said into the phone at the central table in CIC, holding the phone up by his shoulder while initialing paperwork. He'd grown used to calls from the various ships' captains coming in at all hours of the day. Most had legitimate questions about refueling or the new water replenishment schedule, but some were nothing more than pointless complaints being made when the captains in question knew the Commander wasn't the one they'd be talking to. The past two weeks had taught Felix that the captain of the Gideon tended to fall firmly in the latter category. As he listened, however, he started to get more concerned.

“A disease outbreak, you think?” That had definitely been one of the many worries that had been brought up during staff meetings. Forty-seven thousand people crammed into a few dozen ships was a situation asking for such a problem. “Do you have any idea what kind?”

He snagged a piece of paper and winced as the man on the other side started shouting. “No, sir, I understand that you're not a doctor. Just describe the symptoms if you can and I'll relay them on to our medical staff.” All one doctor. After another moment of listening to incoherent sputtering, he continued, “Sir, the sooner we get this information, the faster we can deal with it.” Jotting down the captain's response, he then says, “Thank you. I'll get back to you in a few minutes. In the meantime, just try to keep the sick separate from the rest of the passengers as best you can.” He sets the phone down, and reads over the paper. If he didn't know better, he'd guess cholera, but that seemed unlikely.

Felix looks across the room at Dualla. “Dee, contact Colonial One. See if they've had any reports of any disease outbreaks. The Commander will probably need to speak with the president, too.” He picks up his phone again, and punches it over to the general loudspeakers.

“Attention on Galactica. Pass the word, Commander Adama, Colonel Tigh, Captain Adama to CIC, please. Commander Adama, Colonel Tigh, Captain Adama to CIC.”
dualla on June 17th, 2006 07:31 pm (UTC)
Dee kept a careful eye on Gaeta as he handled the call he was on. Felix wasn't the easiest guy to read, but she had worked with him for some time and could tell when something was wrong. When Dee heard the word 'disease' she shook her head. This wouldn't be good. The call had come in from the Gideon. How much troubel could one ship be. Captain Apollo had told her about the group withholding water. Now this.

Dee nodded at Gaeta's order to contact Colonial One.

"Colonial One, this is Galactica." Dee heard the familar voice of the Colonial's communications officer. "Colonial, have you had any reports of disease outbreaks?"...."Yes"...."The Gideon."..."The same here."..."I'm sure the Commander will want to talk to the President as soon as he's been told."..."Galactica out."

Dualla turned to Gaeta. "Reports of a disease out break on the Gideon. But they've head from other ships as well. Not diseased themselves, but it means the news is spreading. I'm surpised we haven't heard more from..."

Dee shook her head. She had spoken to soon. Her board was lit up. "Lt, we're getting calls from half the fleet. I'm going to need something to tell them."
adama_bsg_75adama_bsg_75 on June 17th, 2006 09:29 pm (UTC)
Adama stood with his hands clasped in front of him as Chief Tyrol brought his maintenance report to a close. It seemed with key members of Deck Crew 5 acting as ground crew for the water reclamation operation the turn around time for servicing and prepping vipers was going to be extended considerably. Presently it wasn’t too much of a problem as thankfully there had been no enemy activity for the previous days. Even so the news concerned Bill.

“Do what you can Chief, we need these planes flying.”

”Aye Sir.” Tyrol drew his heels together and cut the air with his right hand.

He answered Tyrol’s salute “Carry on Chief.” Before he made it to the ladderwell leading up the access gantry the overheads wailed and the familiar tone of Mr Gaeta reverberated throughout the cavernous flight deck.

“Attention on Galactica. Pass the word, Commander Adama, Colonel Tigh, Captain Adama to CIC, please. Commander Adama, Colonel Tigh, Captain Adama to CIC.”

Adama turned mid stride and made his way to a near by service pen, notably vacant. The corresponding Viper being out on CAP. His hand closed around the receiver on the communications node and he made the connection with Combat.

“This is the Commander, Sitrep.”

Gaeta signals Dee to wait a moment and picks up the phone. "Lt. Gaeta here, sir. We've got a problem. There's some sort of disease outbreak on the Gideon. No other reports of infections, but the news is spreading through the fleet fast."

Anyone watching would have seen Bill’s shoulders slump at the news before he let the announcement vex him too greatly he tried to ascertain the facts. “Do we know what the disease is, or how many people are infected?”

"It's not clear yet, sir. It's possibly cholera, from the symptoms, but I don't think we can be sure until Doc Cottle checks them out." Even as he speaks, he's copying down the list of symptoms. Felix covers the mouthpiece, and orders one of the CIC staff to run the paper down to sickbay. "The captain wasn't too clear, but from the sounds of things, some of their critical crew may be sick already."

“Which Ship Mr Gaeta?”

"The Gideon, Sir." Felix frowns thoughtfully. "If I remember correctly, they've had trouble with people messing with their water supply. It's possible they've damaged it, which would certainly fit with a cholera outbreak."
"All these people living on ships not equipped for long term habitation." Bill commented ruefully. "We should have been expecting something like this." The flat timbre of his voice intoned his reflection. "Gideon is a supply ship, have Apollo order the CAP to isolate the Gideon immediately and pass the word for Major Cottle."

"Aye, sir." Felix covers the mouthpiece again and turns to Dualla. "Dee, order the CAP to isolate the Gideon." To Adama, he asks, "I've already contacted Colonial One and asked them to inform the President. Also, sir, we're getting bombarded by questions from other ships. What should we be telling them for now?"

"Good work Mr Gaeta, advise the other ships that they are to remain calm until we know all the facts." It was becoming clearer to Adama that the line between military and civilian affairs was becoming ever more blurred. "I'm on my way, I'll want a secure channel with Colonial One." the situation dictated that he put whatever resources he could, including his CMO to tackle this possible epidemic. Equally important however was that the response came in the form of military aid actioned by the President. The division of responsibility may have been a notional one, but he was determined that the President be empowered and, more importantly, that the people saw the President as responding swiftly and decisively to this latest crisis backed by the military.

"Aye, sir." Felix didn't have much confidence that the civilians would remain calm, but he knew it was the best they could do at the moment.

[[Joint post]]
dualla on June 18th, 2006 05:05 am (UTC)
Dee nodded and adjusted her headset.

"Air Patrol, this is Galactica Actual. Isolate the Gideon. Repeat: isolate the Gideon."

She kept a careful eye on the DRADIS screen. This could be the first step to things going very badly. Who knew who the Gideon would react. Situations on that ship weren't exactly stable.

As soon as the CAP started moving toward the Gideon, the board started lighting up again. She sighed, the log book would be rather long tonight.

"Gideon, this is Galactica. Be advised we are moving a patrol in to keep you isolated. Please allow them to move you away from the rest of the fleet." She winced as the rather loud reply came through. "Gideon, we are working on the situation. The President Roslin and Commander Adama have been notified. You'll be the first to be informed when a plan is made. Galactica out."

Dee took a deep breath and engaged the next call. It seemed like she'd be in for a night of getting yelled out. She hated getting yelled at. It made her feel like a child. But she wasn't. She was an officer in the Colonial Fleet. She'd be damned if she wasn't going to buckle down and get the job done.
presidentroslin on June 18th, 2006 07:02 am (UTC)
It seemed Colonial One was the next on the list of calls to be made for the Petty Officer. Of course, Colonial One's frequencies are completely jammed for the moment, the President having a million and one calls flowing in over the comm units and the Colonial Heavy just wasn't build to sustain so much comm chatter. So it was definitely taking Dualla a bit of time to get through to the President's ship.

Meanwhile, on Colonial one, Laura Roslin's office was a mine field. Billy in one corner, trying to field as many calls as he could. Wallace Gray stood at the door, physically doing his best to keep people from breaking down and into the office to have their demands and questions answered. She would have to ask Lee for possibly some sort of guard, or what he recommended on that the next time he was aboard. Poor Wally wasn't really cutting it, body guard-wise.

Roslin herself sat behind her desk, on the phone with one ship already, trying to assure them the Cholera outbreak was being isolated just to the Gideon. She hung up. Picked up another call, did it again. Just a rote responce by this point in time. She hated responces like that, they weren't real. Weren't honest. Meanwhile, infront of here, there sat a print out on the nigh-unto-ancient disease. Something she'd barely even heard about in her life. Cholera -- things like that did not -happen- on Caprica, on the Colonies. It was archaic. But it was happening to them now, and she needed to know what they were up against.

Finally, Dualla made a connection. Roslin is the one taking this call, by sheer chance. She begun in, "I realize your concerns, and I am doing all I can at the moment, but I assure you the Gi-... " She paused, realizing who the other voice was. Her eyes went a bit wide, "Petty Officer Dualla. Put... put the Commander on the phone now, please, if he has a moment." Roslin caught herself, softening the latter half of that statement, and then waiting.

Once the call was transferred, she started immediately, "Commander Adama, we need to talk. Now. And my phone lines are so constant that I'm not sure if this call will remain clear. I think we need to meet. Your place or mine. Within the next 30 minutes."
felix_gaeta on June 18th, 2006 05:58 pm (UTC)
As he waits for the Commander to get to CIC, Felix gets on the line with sickbay. Doc Cottle is his usual scathing self, but behind his sarcasm Felix can detect a hint of concern. After giving what information he can, the doctor hangs up to begin preparations for dealing with the problem. As soon as the Commander arrives, Felix gives him a report.

“Sir, Doc Cottle reports that from the sounds of things, it is cholera. It’s pretty rare, but it is still seen sometimes in poor areas, especially on Sagitarron, which was the Gideon’s last port of call.” Looking at the commander, he shrugs. “It’s possible they picked up some contaminated food supplies there. Then, when the, uh, Wringers started messing with the water system, the sewage lines might have contaminated the potable supply, and then from there the passengers. The good news is that it’s not easily transmittable person-to-person, so we probably aren’t looking at an epidemic. The bad news is that it’s possible that contaminated food from the Gideon could have been shipped to other vessels, and, of course, that we could loose quite a few people on the Gideon itself.” After a moment, he adds, “Also, the rest of the civilians don’t seem to understand that cholera isn’t an easily communicable disease. I think they’re starting to panic.”

With that, Felix takes his post, leaving the Commander free to speak with the President.
viper_instincts on June 19th, 2006 03:03 am (UTC)
Lee made haste to the C.I.C., but nonetheless was anteceded by his father and the XO. By the time he arrived on the scene, he already had a trail of questions on the brain. Given the tightly controlled hush of activity in the room, however, it seemed personal inquiries would have to wait until receiving orders.

Catching wind of the word 'cholera' nearly stopped Lee in his tracks. It had been on the lips of everyone he passed on the way here. Seeing the Commander busy on the phone, he defered to the XO and saluted, then was promptly given a briefing about the situation.

All the while, Lee was burning to ask if Colonel Tigh believed the stories, if he believed the woman on the reports really was his wife.

After the briefing, he gave Gaeta a passing glance and eyed the DRADIS contacts. It had been set to peer over the rear region of the fleet. Beano and Fireball, who were on CAP, had already wrangled the Gideon at the very posterior of the sixty or so ships in the fleet. Just like the colonial guard that was eventually going to be sent in on a relief mission (quarantine mission), it seemed the Commander was very literally seeking to isolate the Gideon.

"Beano and Fireball were closest to orbit," Lee explained to Tigh, which was why the two Vipers became the Gideon's unannounced babysitters.

"Fuzzy has skids prepped. I figured there might be raptor deployment needed to transport Marines for damage control."

He never arrived at the C.I.C. without a pre-empted understanding of his responsibilities.
adama_bsg_75adama_bsg_75 on June 19th, 2006 09:18 pm (UTC)
“I have the deck Mr Gaeta.” Bill routinely stated as he descended to short, wide steps to the pit and crossed to the command table still re-buttoning his breast pocket having just put on his glasses. The younger officer, ever the picture of industry, ceded his position and Bill took the proffered leaf of paper, scan reading as the Lieutenant made his report from what he’d learned from the CMO.

“Cholera…” he breathed as he continued to read. Unchecked the disease would rage to epidemic proportions, a sore price for the fifty thousand souls that represented the human race. When Gaeta mentioned the possibility of contaminated supplies having already left Gideon Bill’s lips tightened. They were still dealing with speculation. Mr Gaeta had provided a definite threat assessment, he needed to ascertain exactly what the extent of the contagion was, then he’d deal decisively with that threat.

“Continue to stonewall the fleet regards demands for information. Tell them to wait fro an announcement from the President.”

Bill put the report on the open page of the CIC activity log before looking aloft to the aft dradis array screen. The transponder marker for the Gideon showed her hove-to aft of the fleet formation. For now Bill had already decided that the ship would remain isolated.

“I need boots on the ground.” He stated, looking over the rims of his glasses towards his XO who, in response, opened the duty roster and began to select personnel.

”Commander, Colonial One. Priority channel.”

Bill left Tigh and Gaeta as the Lieutenant went towards the Ops post and pulled a handset free from the fascia.

“Madame President,” his tone was respectful but resolute as it always was when he spoke with her from CIC. “I take it you’re aware of the situation.”

["Commander Adama, we need to talk. Now. And my phone lines are so constant that I'm not sure if this call will remain clear. I think we need to meet. Your place or mine. Within the next 30 minutes."]

What struck Adama most was the weary strain to Laura Roslin’s voice. Part of him wished he’d taken the call in his wardroom at least there could articulate his concern, offer a few words of encouragement. He knew as well as anyone how remote the demands of leadership were. As it was, standing in the focal point of the bristling command centre the best he could do was act.

“Wait one;” Adama covered the mouthpiece with his hand and looked towards flight ops, his eyes finding the LSO behind the vertical plot transparency. “Mr Kelly, clear the pattern and prepare the bay to receive Colonial One.” He didn’t wait to register Kelly’s affirmative reply and returned his attention to the President on the other end of the line. “Madame President, if you’ll instruct your Captain to standby to receive instructions from my LSO, you’ll be cleared for immediate landing. I’ll meet you in the docking collar.”
presidentroslin on June 20th, 2006 06:12 am (UTC)
“Madame President, if you’ll instruct your Captain to standby to receive instructions from my LSO, you’ll be cleared for immediate landing. I’ll meet you in the docking collar.”

"Understood, Commander. I will have him get in touch with your LSO. I'll see you soon. Perhaps bring Captain Apollo along for the meeting, I think I would appreciate his insight, if he is around." Roslin responded over the phone, carefully watching the frequency, lest she loose contact with the Commander. Fortunately, the Priority one channel seemed to maintain its integrity better than many of the others, even with the many attempts at communication flooding over her wireless.

"See you then, Commander." And with that, she quickly hung up. Another, in-ship communication to her pilot and Colonial One was being brought towards the Battlestar Galatica for a docking. Laura stared at the two phones at the side of her desk, both of them still buzzing from all channels, and though one slender hand reached forward for the reciever, she stopped. She look up towards Billy.

"Answer what calls you can, and put out a brief comment that a fleet-wide statement will be issued within the hour. That there is nothing to panic about and we have the situation under control. Then, well... Shine your shoes. We are visiting the Galatica." She always extended the invitation to him. Even if he was just her assistant, often meant to handle memos and phone calls more than actual business meetings, she brought him along. Teaching him, showing him. Wanting him to get as much hands on time as possible for the day... for the day he would do it himself. A brief, softer smile touched her lips. "I'd... appreciate your advice."
wilhelmkeikeya on June 20th, 2006 11:09 pm (UTC)
Billy nodded and started running up a mental list of people he needed to contact and the bags he needed to bring. He made a quick notation in his ever dwindling notebook and looked up expectantly.

"Do you know how long we'll be staying, ma'am? Until the end of the crisis or is this a short trip? Your next appointment for your... er, allergies is in two days. If we're staying..."

He shrugged a little and absently straightened a pile of papers on the edge of her desk. He really DIDN'T want to ask about the possibility of time off, given the circumstances, but she'd been trying to point out that he needed to think ahead in all situations.

Besides. Her next appointment WAS in two days. And he knew she needed off of Galactica after those.
presidentroslin on June 21st, 2006 06:09 am (UTC)
Laura was about to stand, get ready to leave, but for just a moment, the comment about her appointment took her off of her feet. It was nothing she cared to think about, something she very carefully boxed off and stowed away at the very back of her brain, only to consider in the most quiet and alone of times. Not when there was a crisis. Not when the fleet was falling apart around her. And here, poor, wonderful Billy, just doing his job, had opened that whole box unknowingly.

Laura breathed out through her nose for a moment, looking down to the mess of papers before her before gazing back to Billy, "Truthfully, Billy, I don't think we'll be making that appointment. My... allergies... will be taking a back seat to the possible Cholera epidemic that Doctor Cottle will have on his hands." She paused, watching his reaction to that, but just holding one hand up for a moment to stop any words that he might be upon the edge of speaking, "However... However, we will stay until this matter is resolved. This is a time for the government and the military to be working together, not talking on static filled wireless channels. So get your bag ready, we will be remaining until the end of this epidemic. A few days, at least. We depart in 10 minutes."

And with that, Roslin stood to walk back to her small quarters. She would need a bag also. Her notes. Glasses. Commander Adama's book, which she was only half finished reading. She stood upon the edge of her small cabin, looking over the minor mess that had accrued in just a few hectic days and trying to organize in her mind out of these few things she owned, how many were essential to travel with her and how many were not. She thought of anything but that little box in the back of her mind. It had been tucked away firm and hidden again. She didn't have time for it now, she had to pack.
adama_bsg_75adama_bsg_75 on June 20th, 2006 11:31 pm (UTC)
Bill glanced towards the navigational plot where lee was in conference with his XO.

“Captain Adama will be present. I’ll see you when you’re onboard.”

Bill waited until she offered her short farewell before re-cradling the handset. “Dee,” Bill rested his hands on the table surround as he looked over towards the signals station. “When the President’s party has deplaned from Colonial One, send a technician to upgrade the comms node and install a dedicated hard line.”

Looking back towards the plot he saw that Lee and Tigh had finished their conversation “Gentlemen.” They returned to the central table. “President Roslin is on her way, we’ll meet in the ward room. What have we got?”

Tigh raised an eyebrow and referred to the duty roster. “Sergeant Hadrian, Corporal Venner and Privates Coldishaw and Haldane are stood down for this rotation. We can have them in a raptor in fifteen minutes.”

“Very well.” Bill looked over the rims of his glasses towards each of them. “Sending troops in response to illness, things are escalating out there.”
dualla on June 21st, 2006 12:42 am (UTC)
Dee made a mental note of Adama's orders and gave the Commander a nod. It wasn't that hard of a job, they had a few techs who'd be able to handle it. She covered the mouth piece of her headset and said a quick, "Yes, Sir."

Then it was back to the calls. Dualla had gotten good at stonewalling people. It was a necessity sometimes. Information was all well and good, but there were times when it could do a lot of harm. Her only goal now was to stop people from panicing until a plan could be put in affect.

"Yes, Ma'am. I understand." She was talking to someone from the Kestral Star. "Ma'am, no. That doesn't match the reports from the Gideon, it sounds like you have a few people with a cold." She rolled her eyes as she listened to the reply. "No, I'm not trying to be rude. But your ship has had no contact at all with the Gideon, and....Ma'am, I don't think that language is called for. As soon as more known, you'll be notified. Galactica out." She disconnected the call before the woman had a chance to respond.

Before she moved onto the next call, she allowed herself the brief hope that the arrival of the President would mean the arrival of Billy. It wasn't like they'd have time to really do anything, but it'd be nice just to see his face.
viper_instincts on June 23rd, 2006 09:15 pm (UTC)
Lee walked and talked with his senior officers to the ward room, all the while thinking of ways in which he could be more useful and participative of the Gideon mission. He wished to be part of the Marine relief team that was being deployed to the stricken ship, but he had a feeling he was needed elsewhere. It didn't change the fact that he felt responsible for sending officers out there without overseeing them and putting himself at equal (but fair) risk in the cesspool.

"Sir, if I may?" Lee went on, lightbulb suddenly alit. "What about Dr. Baltar? He might prove to be a good resource to assist Cottle in aiding these people."

If he'd learned anything about his father in the past two weeks, it was that he didn't tolerate uselessness aboard Galactica; every able-bodied person was put to work for the good of the fleet's survival. The CAG couldn't think of any better time to give Baltar a job to do. Personally, he felt as Sharon did when she first brought Baltar to the ship -- Lee hoped the doctor would earn his keep around here.
adama_bsg_75adama_bsg_75 on June 25th, 2006 05:47 pm (UTC)
Bill added his signature to the foot of the latest requisition an operations officer passed his way on the walk down to the hangar deck.

"Sir, if I may?"

He glanced to his left as Lee pushed to the head of the formation and fell into step between him and Tigh.

"What's on your mind Captain?" He asked without breaking stride.

"What about Dr. Baltar? He might prove to be a good resource to assist Cottle in aiding these people."

'It'd be good if he helped someone.' Tigh quipped at the mention of Baltar’s name. Adama’s pursed lips and furrowed brow put the XO back into check.

"I'm inclined to agree, but that'll be the President's call." Fixing his artic blue eyes on Lee he continued. "Perhaps you can suggest that?" Adama didn't give his son time to respond, it was moot point. Lee was well aware that Adama didn’t agree with his CAg serving two masters, equally Lee knew that his father could have ordered him to cede to responsibility; but so long as it didn't impinge on his operational duties Adama was sure his son understood that Bill expected him to make the decision for himself.

"For now make sure you're aware of all the operational details regarding the Gideon and these Wringers, I want you to go there with the marines and assess the situation. We've got a lot of desperate people out on the fleet. I want to know fast if we have a potential security problem"
viper_instincts on June 27th, 2006 09:35 am (UTC)
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ellentigh on June 17th, 2006 08:10 pm (UTC)
Ellen had woken up 12 hours ago and had spent the last 10 in a dream-like state while people rushed around her. The last thing she remembered before shock set in was hearing that Caprica City was being attacked. By the cylons. Surely she had heard that wrong. There was a sudden booming sound in the distance, and Ellen saw a mushroom cloud far away through the airport's glass windows. The next thing she knew, an entire wall of those same glass windows came crashing inwards. A woman next to her screamed and it was the last thing Ellen heard before being knocked unconscious.

She had been on Picon for the last month or so, visiting a...friend. She was supposed to be at the decommissioning ceremony aboard Galactica but she and Saul had one of their fights during his last leave. Instead of drunkenly reconciling their differences as usual, Ellen had stormed out of the house screaming and bought herself a ticket to Picon. However, the guilt had set in quickly and after two or three weeks of her companion's cumbersome affections, and she actually missed her husband. Their fight had been bitter and full of scathing remarks as usual, Ellen being thoroughly annoyed with his lack of promotion and vexed by his stubborn loyalty to Bill and refusal to leave the soon to be defunct Galactica. She had been in the airport that day for a last minute attempt at reconciliation.

In the las few hours she had been forced to process a wealth of information on top of sorting through her own emotions. The cylons attacked. The entire government crumbled. The Colonial Fleet was wiped out. The colonies were destroyed. Billions of people are dead. There are only a handful of survivors and they are running from the cylons, with limited supplies and facilities. Getting over her shock, she had asked the woman who had explained all of this how they had survived. Faster-Than-Light travel. And one old, run-down Battlestar. Ellen's heart skipped a beat when she heard that. She pressed the issue but the lady wasn't sure what the name of the Battlestar was. Titanica, or Galaxia, or something. The women was obviously a civilian, and not a very bright one at that, Ellen judged. "Galactica?" "Oh yeah, that's it."

Ellen was overwhelmed. One Battlestar remaining, and it was Saul's. That run-down piece of crap had saved his life. Her life. The lives of thousands. "I need to contact the Galactica immediately." She demanded, coming to her senses. The woman sneered. "I need to speak with the XO. Saul Tigh. I'm his wife." The woman just stared at Ellen as if she was crazy, "Well then Mrs. Tide, you can get along and talk to one of their boys. Got a whole bunch of them soldiers in special suits onboard today on account of the Wringers. They're not too pleasant though, what with those rifles and all." Clearly, this woman was an idiot. Ellen followed her outside the cabin and began to protest but was cut off by an overpowering stench that had reached her nostrils.

"Oh yeah, and watch out for the cholera that's going 'round, ma'am." Said the woman with a smirk before taking off down the hall.

Ellen needed to find someone from Galactica, and quickly.
presidentroslin on June 20th, 2006 06:41 am (UTC)
Well, at the moment, finding anyone who had any sort of authority upon the Gideon and who wasn't up to their arms in calls, demands, or worries about the state of the ship was nearly impossible. People who Ellen passed were either terrified or accusing, staring at each other like any one of them could bring the plague. Cholera. The fleet was only hearing rumors right now, but aboard the Gideon, it was a reality. Cholera. It was as if the ship had been set back 50 years or a century. People in corners, huddled together, scared to move to another deck. The echoing sounds of crying, children and adults alike. Coughing, wretching. It was a hellspout, and the outbreak had only begun.

Finally, Ellen managed to track down one of the crew chiefs on the Gideon. He was in the mess hall, just sitting there, staring at his food. He needed to eat. He knew that. This was probably the only hour off he would have for days. He had to eat. But the food... He stared at it, as paranoid as everyone else. Was it infected? Was the water in his glass? So he just sat there, in the very, very empty mess hall, looking down at his plate of untouched food. His crewmans uniform gave him away, not military, but a uniform never the less. The uniform of those who ran this ship before the attacks, once professional and polish, it was already starting to look ragged an threadbare.

He still sat alone. No one wanted to come in this place. Even the person who finally pointed Ellen in his direction wouldn't actually escort her there. All Ellen had gotten was a frightened sound, "I think he went... in -there-." And then the person disappeared, quickly, not wanting to think about food in the least. As if the thought could spread infection. Or, at least, tempt them to hunger when they did not trust food to eat.

So, Ellen managed to track the man down, alone, in a quiet area to explain herself and her demands. He was an older man, just under fifty, though the gray at his temples was spreading to salt and pepper his hair. He still didn't touch his food, blue eyes staring down at the full plate. "...I think I'm going to be sick..." He could be heard to mutter, as Ellen came in the door.
ellentigh on June 21st, 2006 07:19 am (UTC)
"That would be most unforunate." Ellen picked her head up as high as she could currently muster it, and walked through the door. When the man's head swung around in surprise, Ellen cut him off before he could say a word. "You're a crew chief of this ship, correct?" He nodded his head dumbly at the woman wearing the pink skirt and blouse. Just like he, she too was stuck wearing whatever she had on her when the world ended, although weeks of nonactivity hadn't left hers as bedraggled. She paused for a second before launching into her demands. "I need to contact Galactica. It is a matter of utmost urgency."
presidentroslin on June 21st, 2006 07:29 am (UTC)
The man just stared at her, though she was a much, much finer sight than the food infront of him. A bit old for his usual tastes but, goodness, she had kept herself well. Very well. He hadn't really seen that attractive a woman in a long time, especially still dressed nicely, and in heels that did a real number for her legs. His rather sick look turned to a smile rather quickly, just listening to her.

But then he blinked, and a sorry, sick laugh touched his lips. He shook his head slowly, "Look, darlin', I don't know who you are, even if it does seem you know me, but everyone wants to talk to Galatica. Or the President's office. If we gave everyone a comm channel who was screaming for those people... well, we'd have to have about as many frequencies as there are people on this ship." He grinned again, though, turning on his chair and patting his lap, "but you're welcome to talk to me. Now come over here and tell me your name, little lady!"
ellentigh on June 21st, 2006 07:47 am (UTC)
Any other time, any other situation, Ellen would've gladly taken the bait. She knew she could work this to her advantage, but her primary goal was to get off the ship, which was clearly the opposite of what he had in mind. She'd have to play this one more coldly. She sauntered over, feigning a smile, and placed her hand on the back of his chair as she leaned closely over him.

"I don't think you heard me correctly," she said in a sickly sweet voice. "I need to contact Galactica. My husband is the Executive Officer of the last remaining Battlestar in the fleet, and if you think he's going to be happy to hear that you denied me permission to speak with him, you've got another thing coming, little boy."
presidentroslin on June 21st, 2006 07:56 am (UTC)
The man stared up at her with rather doubtful eyes, a deep smirk cutting across his expression, "Oo. Kitty has claws..." He taunted her rather doubtfully, shaking his head, "If you're the XO's wife, then why the frak weren't you with him when all this shit went down? If you're the XO's wife, then I'm the CO's estranged cousin. We can all go over together and have a nice big party." Yeah, he didn't believe her. But at least he got to make some jokes that, if they amused no one else, certainly amused him through and through. He laughed a bit.

And then he brought one arm up to rest a hand against her waist, "But, well... I'm a bit bored. I suppose we could get to know each other better and I'll see what I can do for you, kitty cat?" Indeed, the crew of the Gideon had all been in space rather too long for their own good. Or perhaps it was the desperation of knowing one could die tomorrow. Whatever, all polite manners had gone out the window here.
ellentigh on June 21st, 2006 08:24 am (UTC)
Ellen continued with her obviously fake smile, but indulged him by sitting on his lap. If this was going to be the game then it just made her part that much easier. She danced her fingers across his shoulder while speaking. "If I'm the XO's wife, why in Kobol's name would I have been on the Galactica when the war broke out?" She snaked her right arm around his neck and stared at the wedding ring on her left hand. "Being a military wife is very hard. Long periods of absences between leave- I don't get to see my husband often. And it can get very lonely." She enunciated the last two words very slowly.

"Tell you what, you don't believe me? Fine. But if you're so sure, what will it hurt to just make a call to Galactica? Just one call, that's all I'm asking." Ellen grinned mischeviously, "And if you're right, if I'm not the XO's wife, well then, I guess I'll just be stuck here. And I'm sure it gets awful lonely here as well."
presidentroslin on June 21st, 2006 05:08 pm (UTC)
The man smiled a bit wider as the woman folded down into sitting in his lap. Well, that was nice at least. He wrapped one arm around her slender shoulders and just cradled her back against him, a warm laugh upon his lips..."Lady, the Galatica was being decomissioned. Nice big ceremony, everyone and his brother there to say good buy to the old girl. Why wouldn't you be there with everyone else to see it going? Just doesn't equal up, lady..."

He turned his head, pressing his nose against her hair for a brief scent. She was quite nice, his arms wrapping a bit tighter around her. "Besides, every com channel to the Galatica is flooded right now, I'm not sure if I could get through if I tried." Truth be told, Gideon was probably one of the ships that the Galatica -would- speak to, but he had a pretty woman in his lap and he didn't want her going anywhere. Far more appetitizing than the food he was staring at.
ellentigh on June 24th, 2006 05:01 am (UTC)
Frak. Ellen didn't have the time nor the patience for this right now. She needed to get off this damned ship.

She unwrapped his hands from her waist, and gave him is slightly disgusted look. "Uh-uh-uh, no com channel, no deal." She stood up abruptly, straightening out her skirt. "And if you sir, can't help me, then I'm sure I can find someone on this ship who will."
presidentroslin on June 24th, 2006 05:38 am (UTC)
The man's eyes went a bit wide as she abruptly got up out of his lap and denied that brief craving he was so looking forward to finally taking care of. He stared at her, eyes narrowing a bit, fairly certain this really was all just a game. Quietly, he rolled his eyes to the cieling and stood up, shaking his head as he carried his full tray of food back towards the dispenser.

"Look, lady... Truth be told, everyone -does- want to talk to Galatica. You're the XO's wife? Well then I'm the CO's cousin. People will say anything to get in touch with who they want. I can't do anything unless you got some sort of proof. You happen to carry around your marriage certificate?" He joked. He clearly still didn't believe her.
ellentigh on July 4th, 2006 03:41 am (UTC)
Continued in new thread below.
Six: profile with Baltarareyou_alive on June 23rd, 2006 08:04 pm (UTC)
In Baltar's office

Baltar muttered peevishly, "Cholera? Conspiracy or just people being stupid all on their own? Basic cleanliness shouldn't be beyond anyone in the fleet."

He had been alone, but he was hardly surprised when Six chimed in from behind his shoulder. "You don't need Cylons to cause problems like a cholera epidemic, Gaius. You've such fragile bodies and such limited minds, and you've lost your way. You do it all to yourselves."

Gaius stared angrily forward, pretending indifference to Six's sudden presence. "Why don't you just leave us be, then?"

Her face grew stern. "Because you'd do so well on your own?" She softened, and twined an arm around his neck from behind, caressing his cheek. "You know God has a plan for you, Gaius--why won't you listen to it? None of this has to be as hard as you're making it." Six pressed Baltar's cheek to turn his face toward hers, and gazed at him sorrowfully. Hungrily.

"Gaius, why are you worrying about the cholera? It can't touch you here. God won't allow it. He has a plan for you, which does not
involve dying of a wretched and ignominious disease. You are on His path already, with the Cylon detector. You need to stay useful to
them and remain on Galactica. Make the detector. You do want to experience...", and now Six snaked her body around to Gaius's front, and he felt the heat of her along the length of him, "... God's love, don't you, Gaius?" And she lowered her face to his.
DRADIS: contactsdradis on June 25th, 2006 09:58 am (UTC)
The office chair on which Gauis was astride creaked back slightly under the additional weight. His figure was so in sync with her imaginary movements that his senses bid him to relax and recline on auto-pilot. His arousal was very real besides -- it was as if she was really there -- but his expression remained grim and stubborn.

"Pardon me for holding back on my praise and affection when I'm right on the edge of being asked to muck about in that cesspool of a ship," he replied.

His dark lashes fluttered wildly along with his distracted thoughts. He had a feeling he was somehow going to be involved in the current epidemic whether he wanted to or not.

"I'm not exactly in the right to deny the Commander my willing participation, am I?"

Gauis' tone stiffened, he refused to glance at her.

[OOC: Giving Claudia something to work with. Can delete this reply if an IM response is already in progress.]
Sixareyou_alive on June 27th, 2006 06:39 pm (UTC)
Six pulled back several inches, denying Baltar contact with her lithe form but still leaning over him. "Oh now, really, Gaius. They don't need you for the hands-on work. You'd be far more use dealing with epidemiology, data, strategy. Things you can deal with right here in the safety of your office. If they don't know that already, tell them."

"Surely you realize you're too important to risk slogging through what amounts to sewage." She took his hand and kissed the back of it, slyly meeting his unsteady gaze at the same time.
viper_instincts on July 11th, 2006 07:08 am (UTC)
[[OOC: A Gauis writer has been approved to join the game and will be with us shortly. She'll take over for me from here.]]
viper_instincts on June 27th, 2006 09:51 am (UTC)
"I'm inclined to agree, but that'll be the President's call."

Lee's jaw tightened and he checked his anger. He didn't like his father's tone any more than the Commander probably appreciated his split loyalties at the moment. The captain swallowed the bad taste in his mouth. He wasn't sure if it was frustration or disappointment that he was feeling -- disappointment, perhaps, that his decision to serve Roslin was beginning to wedge a divide between himself and his father. Could have certainly been both.

"We've got a lot of desperate people out on the fleet. I want to know fast if we have a potential security problem."

"Starbuck's already on detail," Lee replied curtly. "She's speaking with Cottle."

He chose to ignore the Baltar pursuit for now. There were bigger fish to fry and he explained that he would sync up with the lieutenant as soon as the briefing was over. Lee needed as much help as possible, but the colonial guard was under-staffed like the rest of them. He and Starbuck were going to be wearing several hats on this mission. Kara had sniping abilities that he didn't. It was Lee's responsibility to make sure the situation didn't turn ugly.

"An aide aboard the ship claims the bacteria has mostly been contained the past day or so to the insurgents within the cabin. The ship's water supply may need to be replaced or filtered entirely. Only a few other civilians who've been in contact with the Wringers reported in sick. The captain of the ship is playing hide and seek. No one has seen him since the outbreak happened. Their crew chief has also abandoned his post; Raptor landing may be a harrassment so a Marine will stay behind to dissuade hijacking."

Several people aboard the Gideon already tried to flee, but thankfully the CAP hadn't identified any escaping planes since the shut-in.

Lee tightened his jaw uncomfortably and eyed the XO.

"There's something else. Combat picked up more rumors from the alternative press. Passengers are claiming they've run into a woman named Ellen Tigh. The press is making a ruckus about it more than the civilians are."
dualla on June 28th, 2006 11:11 pm (UTC)
Dee was at the point where she was basically on auto-pilot as far as responding to calls was concerned. Every call was the same. No, there was no evidence that the outbreak had spread to other ships. Yes, the President and the Commander were currently working on a solution. Yes, they'd be informed as soon as a plan had been formalized.

So, her mind began to wander. Colonial One had arrived. That meant that Billy was onboard. She tried to push the thoughts away, she really should be focusing on her work, but thoughts of the President's awkward, but cute young aid kept coming back. She hoped that they'd at least be able to catch a moment together before the ship left again.

There was a little bit of chatter going on. There were bits and pieces of rumors floating about that an Ellen Tigh was somewhere in the fleet, claiming to be the XOs wife. As far as Dee could tell, there was no conformation of any of it. But she made a mental note to tell the Old Man about it later. She didn't want to go directly to Tigh for it, not with the little knowledge she currently had.
felix_gaeta on June 29th, 2006 03:22 am (UTC)
Despite the cholera outbreak and the public relations crisis, life must go on. Galactica's CIC staff continue with the hundreds of tasks that it takes to run both the ship and the Fleet. This leaves Felix once more wishing that he had an actual staff like he would on any other battlestar, rather than trying to simultaneously oversee jump coordinate recalcs, finish going over the CO2 scrubber overhaul reports, track down what was shipped where from Gideon, and keep an eye on the Ops station and DRADIS screens in case the Cylons decided that now would be a good time to find the Fleet.

Walking over to Dee's station, he waits for her to finish her current transmission, then says, "Dee, when you get a chance, tell the Fleet that despite the current problem, we'll still be transmitting the updated jump coordinates in a half hour. Remind them that they need to clear the channels to Galactica while we do that." He smiles. "Hopefully that'll give you a few minutes without their nagging. Here anything useful or interesting yet, or is it all junk?"
dualla on June 30th, 2006 03:45 pm (UTC)
Dee smiled. Even a few moments of empty comm channels would be fantastic right now. She may take a lot of pride in her job, but that doesn't mean that under circumstances like this she didn't wish she could be somewhere else.

"Thank you, Lt. I'll spread the word." She pause for a moment. Normally, Dualla wasn't one for spreading rumors. But this was Gaeta she was talking to. He was a person Dee would pretty much tell anything.

"Actually, there has been some intersting buzz going around. Rumors are flying that a woman in the fleet is claiming to be Ellen Tigh, the XO's wife."
felix_gaeta on July 2nd, 2006 02:46 am (UTC)
Felix frowns, then shakes his head. "Some people wouldn't know decency if it bit them. Probably just someone trying to get special treatment. Next thing you know, they'll be another one claiming to be Adar's brother." He thinks a moment, then adds, "Do me a favor, don't mention this to the Colonel. Rumor has it that his marriage was blowing up, but still, it wouldn't be kind to get his hopes up over a false alarm. Probably be best to see how the Commander wants to handle it."
dualla on July 4th, 2006 02:16 am (UTC)
Dee nodded, glad that Gaeta was on the same page she was. "Don't worry. Not going to the Colonel with this isn't just a favor to you." She smiled and lowered her voice. "The XO scares me enough when I'm just giving him normal updates. I don't think I want to get involved in his personal life, especially with the rumors of how bad his marriage is."

Dee shook her head. "Anyway, true or not, the Commander is the one who should tell him. You know how close they are."
dualla on July 4th, 2006 02:49 pm (UTC)
(continues in the Ellen Tigh hostage thread below)
ellentigh on July 4th, 2006 04:29 am (UTC)
"Look, lady... Truth be told, everyone -does- want to talk to Galatica. You're the XO's wife? Well then I'm the CO's cousin. People will say anything to get in touch with who they want. I can't do anything unless you got some sort of proof. You happen to carry around your marriage certificate?" He joked. He clearly still didn't believe her.

Ellen sighed. Of course anything documenting her marriage to Saul was now very far away, assuming it hadn't been destroyed. She had no idea where her purse was as whoever it was who saved her the day of the attack hadn't bothered to grab it. Everything had been in her bag that day, tickets, money, pictures, ID - Ellen stopped mid-thought. "I have ID!" She exclaimed excitedly. She had taken her Colonial ID out of her purse and placed it in her jacket pocket for easy access during boarding procedures. Ellen frantically dug into her pocket and produced the goverment-issued identification card. She waved it in front of the man. "It may not be a marriage certificate, but it does have my married name on there." She held it up for him to see.

"At the very least, you can clearly see that I am related to the Colonel by some means." She said smugly. "I cannot stress the importance of my being able to make a call to Galactica "
presidentroslin on July 4th, 2006 04:43 am (UTC)
The man remained silent for a long, long moment as she handed him her ID. He looked it over, checking for all the offical marks and seals. Everything there. Definitely her picture, and definitely the Tigh name. Even if they weren't married, which he was beginning to suspect that they were, they were related. He didn't do or say a thing for just a heartbeat or two and then suddenly...

..His gun was out. Pointed in her direction. A colder smile touched his lips. This was just the barganing chip they needed to get the Galatica and Presidency to stand up and listen to their demands. "Ms. Tigh... Well, you'll be talking to your husband, and telling him to do exactly what we want."
dualla on July 4th, 2006 02:59 pm (UTC)
Dee was still chatting with Gaeta when a call from the Gideon lit up her board. She gave Felix a wry smile, "Our jobs are never really done." Then she repositioned her headset and connected the call.

"This is Galactica." Dee could feel the blood drain from her face as she listened to the voice on the other end of the line. "Lords of Kobol," she muttered under her breath, briefly closing her eyes.

She turned to Gaeta and covered the mouth piece of her headset. "Get the Commander and the Colonel," her voice was quite and firm, but tinged with fear. Dee paused for a moment, "You'd better get the President as well. The Gideon says that they've taken Ellen Tigh hostage. They demand to speak to Colonel Tigh."
dualla on July 4th, 2006 03:05 pm (UTC)
(oops. New post started for the hostage situation. I'm copying this post over there.)
viper_instincts on July 15th, 2006 01:54 am (UTC)


Story continued here.