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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].

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.