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04 July 2006 @ 01:01 am
Hostage Crisis  
Who: Commander Adama, President Roslin, Colonel Tigh, Captain Adama, Lieutenant Thrace, Petty Officer Dualla, Lieutenant Gaeta, Billy Keikeya, The Wringers, Ellen Tigh and any others who would be involved.
Where: The Gideon and Galactica
When: Picking up from the events of this thread.
What: A member of the the Wringers has taken Ellen hostage in an attempt to bargain with the government and Galactica.

Ellen stared in shock at the gun pointed at her. She cupped her open mouth with one of her hands and wavered on the spot. "What - what do you want from them?" The man grabbed her forcefully by the arm and started walking with her, the gun pressing up against her back. Ellen continued questioning him as to the nature of his demands, but he just shoved the gun up harder against her back and she immediately quieted. Now she was being brought into the ship's communicatin room and Ellen looked about wildly at the group of people in the room. "HELP!" She cried, "He's crazy, he has a gun, he's-" She cut off her pleas once she realized that the men in the room were smirking. Suddenly there was a cold laugh from her escort.

"Aw, c'mon now love, you didn't really think I was alone in this, did you?" He snorted. "Oi! Get a line to Galactica ready," he shouted to one of his peers, "Princess here is the genuine thing. Tell them we've got Mrs. Tigh in our care and ask if they'd like to speak to her." He said, a hint of amusment in his voice.

dualla on July 4th, 2006 03:07 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."
presidentroslin on July 9th, 2006 12:13 pm (UTC)
The Wringer kept Ellen pulled rather tight against him, his arm around her front and pointing the gun straight against her chin from beneath. If he pulled the trigger, he'd blow her brains out. Literally. But fortunately, all he was doing right now was holding her as their communications specialist managed to patch through a line to Galatica.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Tigh, we'll have you back home soon enough. Hopefully in one piece, if your husband understands what is good for him. Or... good for you, I should say." The moment the communications link was established, he reached his hand over for the headset, pulling it rather harshly off of his comrade with his free hand. The other hand remained around the hostage.

"Yes, this is Chief Dan Michaels of the Gideon. I've got Ellen Tigh here..." He tightened his hold on Ellen and muttered to her, "Say something nice for the mircophone, so they know you're alive.." If she refused, he'd tighten the butt of the gun against her chin.
ellentigh on July 9th, 2006 04:12 pm (UTC)
Ellen whimpered, her eyes wide."Saul. Saul please." Her voice was on the edge of tears and a nervous breakdown. "Galactica -someone- please help me." She looked around the room at a sea of smug and grinning faces. She still didn't have a clue what they wanted, but it was clear that she had become a major bargaining chip. She just hoped it was something small and insignificant, but in the back of her mind she knew that you don't take hostages to get beer and ambrosia.
dualla on July 11th, 2006 10:30 pm (UTC)
Dee's hand flew to her mouth as she heard the woman's voice. She sounded so scared. Dee had heard some stories about the XO's wife. Everyone on Galactica probably knew rumors of their rather fractured marriage. But this woman just sounded frightened.

Dee was good at reading voices, it was an asset in her job. And this wasn't a fake. She really must be Ellen Tigh. Dee had no great love for Tigh, and she had never met Ellen, but she still felt tears welling up in her eyes.

Dee kept her voice calm. She hoped that Ellen would be able to hear her, and didn't care that her captures would be able to as well.

"Ma'am...Ellen, don't worry. Just stay calm. We're going to work this all out."
felix_gaeta on July 13th, 2006 03:29 am (UTC)
Felix, sensing the urgency in Dee's voice, quickly summons the senior officers to CIC, then slips a headset on and switches it over to the channel to Gideon. As soon as Ellen is taken off the line, he says, "Chief Michaels, this is Lieutenant Gaeta, the officer of the watch. I've called Commander Adama to CIC," in a calm, level voice. Hoping to keep the Wringer on the line and amiable, he continues, "In the meantime, is there anything you'd like to discuss?" Felix was all to aware that he wasn't a hostage negotiator, but he knew that it was better to keep the man talking than to let him stew while the Commander and President arrived.
viper_instincts on July 14th, 2006 02:57 am (UTC)
Satisfied by his meeting with the President, Adama returned to work and to where the after-shock of the panic was most concentrated: his CIC. While he'd wanted more time to arrive at a mature compromise with her, there wasn't any time left...and truthfully he didn't want to compromise. Beside him, the XO was making the situation a personal affair, and actions needed to be taken at once before any damage could be asserted.

"I have the deck, Mr. Gaeta," the Commander announced. He was ready to listen through the channels, but there was to be no negotiating this afternoon. Not ever. He lightly rested his fingers on the edges of the control center table, both physically and morally righting his spirit.

"I'll take it from here," he went on, meaning to have the call play out through the speakers. Saul deserved to hear every demand.
presidentroslin on July 15th, 2006 07:22 am (UTC)
The wringer tightened his hold on Ellen Tigh. The last thing he needed was for the little wench to get some ideas about going for his gun. He kept against her with one hand, and the comm unit in the other, listening to the bit of chatter that repeated over and over between the scrambling command staff of the Galatica. They were laughable. They didn't even have it in order who was going to speak to him.

First Dualla, who just got a cold laugh from him as he continued, "I want to speak to Galatica's commander." And then Gaeta picked up the conversation, asking if there was anything he could do, and there was a bit of a disappointed, frusterated growl to the man's voice, "Put your CO or XO on, you errand boy." He really had no patience for this. Finally, the Commander's voice came over the comm unit. The Wringer smiled, his words broadcast over the Galatica's CIC now.

"Alright, Commander, we have a few things to discuss. The first being your determined destruction of this entire fleet. The second being the help of that destruction by an incompetant President who never was elected or should have stepped into office. And if you don't start listening, we'll start killing. Starting with the dear Ms. Tigh right here."
viper_instincts on July 11th, 2006 07:50 am (UTC)
[ In response to this thread, which explains what Lee, Kara, and Boomer will be doing on the Gideon. ]

Though he'd been dismissed, Captain Apollo was compelled by his father to stay long enough to catch wind of the name Dan Michaels. Suddenly, nothing was simple. He barely had time to register the news of Ellen Tigh and what her very real presence aboard that panicking ship would mean to complicate matters before he was off again, making haste to assemble the Raptor team.

Dee was in the middle of her phonecall when Lee cleared the room. He gave the Colonel a sympathetic look before exiting the wardroom to change into civilian dress. The plan was to be transported with Cottle, Starbuck, Crashdown, and three marines to the Gideon via Raptor, where they would run two simultaneous scenarios. While Starbuck lead the marines and Cottle into the water cabin, he'd deal with Ellen's captors disguised as a civilian. Beano and Fireball were on CAP to escort the Raptor to the vessel and back home safely to Galactica.

Lee anticipated detailing the plan aboard the cramped Raptor and all the way to the Gideon. Their medical mission had turned into a hostage situation.

Devoid of any officer's dress or decorum, disguised sufficiently in rags, Lee arrived at the Port Hangar Deck to rendezvous with the assembled team. As a precaution, he was outfitted with a concealed pistol tucked against the waistband near his lower spine. He had a copy of the Gideon's layout, courtesy of a deck hand courier. They were only waiting on one person.

"Our hour-long prep's been cut down to twenty minutes. Where's the Doc?"
bitchtookmyride on July 13th, 2006 02:00 pm (UTC)
"Good question," Kara replied sharply, her tone low and obviously irate. There was absolutely no time in a situation like this to drag your feet, and as far as she was concerned, Cottle was doing just that. Although, she had to admit the prospect of having his life in the hands of a pilot with a considerable reputation for taking the hard risks probably wasn't lighting a fire under the doctor.

It got cold in space, and while the hangar deck was usually stifling from all the engines, people and activity, Kara felt a chill even through the fatigues she'd donned for this mission. Her rifle stood ready by her feet. She wasn't sure if it was a literal chill, or she was just feeling foreboding about the events that lay ahead of them and how they were going to play out. Either way, she shivered lightly and rolled her neck to relax. She couldn't afford to be tense with the lives thast were at stake, both under her leadership and on the Gideon.

Glancing sidelong at Lee, she smiled smugly and found that, as always, a light note in a somber song could make all the difference.

"How's it feel to be a civvie?" Kara asked, keeping her voice low enough that the comment remained between herself and Apollo.
viper_instincts on July 14th, 2006 02:43 am (UTC)
The Captain didn't take his eyes off of the ship details outlined on the map. He was too consumed by memorizing the way into where Ellen Tigh was being held. In his breakdown aboard the Raptor a few minutes from now, he'd assume none of the Marines had been aboard the Gideon before.

"Itchy," Lee replied distractedly, schooling his features to avoid a smile. He was utterly focused when lives were on the line. "You should be looking at this."

He looked up, past the Marines, and sighted Boomer. He needed to know how soon they could be airborne.
10drluvincottle on July 15th, 2006 03:38 am (UTC)
The problem with practicising medicine in the modern era was that everybody and their grandmother had an opinion, about this or about that. People just didn't do as they were told anymore. Quite frankly, Cottle couldn't really give a rats ass if they didn't - one less idiot to pollute their already precarious gene pool. However, when it comes to his underlings, the doctor was far less likely to brook opposition, "Pack them", he orders.

"But doctor, we don't have the space!", his nurse insists.

"Pack them", Cottle repeats. "Unless you want to be drinking your urine for the next few days. You can even have mine." He doesn't bother waiting for a reply and walks off to attend to the disposition of other medical equipment in medbay.

Some hours later, the good doctor makes his way to the flight deck, his ever-present stick of death happily burning to a cinder in his lips. The smell of the smoke will signal his presence far earlier his physical selfBehind him streams a collection of chests - some wooden, some metallic - pushed by his medical minions. The contents of the chests clatter away happily as Cottle makes his way up to Starbuck and Apollo. He takes the last dregs of his cigarette, and stamps on the butt with his foot....
raptor_pilot on July 15th, 2006 09:17 pm (UTC)
Boomer checked over her Raptor yet again. She knew there were no explosives this time. She had looked over the ship countless times. But she still couldn't manger to quite assure herself.

"You okay, Boomer?"

Boomer glanced over to look at Crashdown. She still wasn't sure how she felt about her new ECO. He had proved himself plenty competent when they had gone on the mission to find water, but she hadn't completely warmed up to him. Part of her knew she was being unfair. It was hardly his fault that Helo had remained on Caprica. But even so she found herself contanstantly comparing him to her friend.

She sighed. "I'm fine. Just making sure everything checks out. We can't leave 'till the Doc gets here anyway. She jumped down onto the flight deck to see how things were going. She caught sight of Lee and nodded in his direction.

"We're ready to go as soon as Doctor Cottle shows up," she informed him. It was then that she saw him enter the room. Finally. She just wanted to get airborne. This wasn't going to be the easiest of missions, but being stuck on the flight deck wasn't during her nerves any favors.