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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].

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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