fore the door ahead him closed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ X-UIDL: d%4!!E@$#!)4C!!p28!! Apollo dug his hands into the side of the wall, hoping he could use it to propel himself forward toward the compartment door that lay five metrones ahead of him. The door was already beginning its descent and he realized that if he didn't push himself on a downward trajectory, then there would be no chance of him getting through before the door slammed shut. He was beginning to feel the effects of dizziness come over him, which told him that he had very few microns left before he'd black out completely and be good as dead. Come on, he willed himself. Now! And then, pushing with all his strength he was propelled on a downward heading toward the disappearing opening of the next compartment. He could feel the top of his head scrape against the descending frame of the door as he passed through. Apollo's feet had not yet cleared the opening when he felt the weight of the door collapse on themfore the door ahead him closed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ X-UIDL: d%4!!E@$#!)4C!!p28!! Apollo dug his hands into the side of the wall, hoping he could use it to propel himself forward toward the compartment door that lay five metrones ahead of him. The door was already beginning its descent and he realized that if he didn't push himself on a downward trajectory, then there would be no chance of him getting through before the door slammed shut. He was beginning to feel the effects of dizziness come over him, which told him that he had very few microns left before he'd black out completely and be good as dead. Come on, he willed himself. Now! And then, pushing with all his strength he was propelled on a downward heading toward the disappearing opening of the next compartment. He could feel the top of his head scrape against the descending frame of the door as he passed through. Apollo's feet had not yet cleared the opening when he felt the weight of the door collapse on themfore the door ahead him closed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ X-UIDL: d%4!!E@$#!)4C!!p28!! Apollo dug his hands into the side of the wall, hoping he could use it to propel himself forward toward the compartment door that lay five metrones ahead of him. The door was already beginning its descent and he realized that if he didn't push himself on a downward trajectory, then there would be no chance of him getting through before the door slammed shut. He was beginning to feel the effects of dizziness come over him, which told him that he had very few microns left before he'd black out completely and be good as dead. Come on, he willed himself. Now! And then, pushing with all his strength he was propelled on a downward heading toward the disappearing opening of the next compartment. He could feel the top of his head scrape against the descending frame of the door as he passed through. Apollo's feet had not yet cleared the opening when he felt the weight of the door collapse on themthen motioned to the stack. "Let me climb up there, I'll have a better chance of closing it." "After your work on the door?" Giles chided, "No way." Ignoring Jenson's scowl Giles carefully climbed up on the creates. "Next time you guys decided to do something like this, do me a favor and leave me out of it." Jenson grumbled as he steadied the creates. "Next time don't go in on one of Starbuck's schemes." Boomer responded as he came up behind Jenson. "Can you close it, Giles?" "Yah, I think so. Whoa!" Giles exclamation was all the warning they got before he plummeted down on top of them leaving them in a tangled heap on the floor as a dark gray dust settled over them in a thick layer. Coughing from their dusting Giles untangled himself from the others and triumphantly held up a broken vent chain. "Well, at least it's closed." "Hey, you guys," Jolly shouted, "I think I've found a way out of here!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Sir!" said a voice, and it took a moment for it He could hear the rumble from the explosion before the shockwave hit. The decking below him bucked and thrashed throwing him, hard, against the corridor wall. The lights went out leaving him in a pitch-blackness that was void of sounds. All the normal, familiar sounds of the ship, where silent. In that eerily, lifeless, darkness he felt a change in the air pressure as it released him, abandoning him in the darkness. He could no longer feel the decking below he feet. There was a blinding flash of light as the emergency lighting kicked on. Blinking rapidly to overcome the effects of the sudden illumination, he now saw he was floating a meter above the floor. The artificial gravity had been knocked out. In all his time aboard this ship, he'd never known the Galactica to lose her AG. Belatedly the klaxon sounded. All along the corridor he could hear the sound of pressure doors closing and he urgently pulled himself along the wall, trying to make it into the next section beHe could hear the rumble from the explosion before the shockwave hit. The decking below him bucked and thrashed throwing him, hard, against the corridor wall. The lights went out leaving him in a pitch-blackness that was void of sounds. All the normal, familiar sounds of the ship, where silent. In that eerily, lifeless, darkness he felt a change in the air pressure as it released him, abandoning him in the darkness. He could no longer feel the decking below he feet. There was a blinding flash of light as the emergency lighting kicked on. Blinking rapidly to overcome the effects of the sudden illumination, he now saw he was floating a meter above the floor. The artificial gravity had been knocked out. In all his time aboard this ship, he'd never known the Galactica to lose her AG. Belatedly the klaxon sounded. All along the corridor he could hear the sound of pressure doors closing and he urgently pulled himself along the wall, trying to make it into the next section before the door ahead him closed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ X-UIDL: d%4!!E@$#!)4C!!p28!! Apollo dug his hands into the side of the wall, hoping he could use it to propel himself forward toward the compartment door that lay five metrones ahead of him. The door was already beginning its descent and he realized that if he didn't push himself on a downward trajectory, then there would be no chance of him getting through before the door slammed shut. He was beginning to feel the effects of dizziness come over him, which told him that he had very few microns left before he'd black out completely and be good as dead. Come on, he willed himself. Now! And then, pushing with all his strength he was propelled on a downward heading toward the disappearing opening of the next compartment. He could feel the top of his head scrape against the descending frame of the door as he passed through. Apollo's feet had not yet cleared the opening when he felt the weight of the door collapse on themfore the door ahead him closed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ X-UIDL: d%4!!E@$#!)4C!!p28!! Apollo dug his hands into the side of the wall, hoping he could use it to propel himself forward toward the compartment door that lay five metrones ahead of him. The door was already beginning its descent and he realized that if he didn't push himself on a downward trajectory, then there would be no chance of him getting through before the door slammed shut. He was beginning to feel the effects of dizziness come over him, which told him that he had very few microns left before he'd black out completely and be good as dead. Come on, he willed himself. Now! And then, pushing with all his strength he was propelled on a downward heading toward the disappearing opening of the next compartment. He could feel the top of his head scrape against the descending frame of the door as he passed through. Apollo's feet had not yet cleared the opening when he felt the weight of the door collapse on themfore the door ahead him closed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ X-UIDL: d%4!!E@$#!)4C!!p28!! Apollo dug his hands into the side of the wall, hoping he could use it to propel himself forward toward the compartment door that lay five metrones ahead of him. The door was already beginning its descent and he realized that if he didn't push himself on a downward trajectory, then there would be no chance of him getting through before the door slammed shut. He was beginning to feel the effects of dizziness come over him, which told him that he had very few microns left before he'd black out completely and be good as dead. Come on, he willed himself. Now! And then, pushing with all his strength he was propelled on a downward heading toward the disappearing opening of the next compartment. He could feel the top of his head scrape against the descending frame of the door as he passed through. Apollo's feet had not yet cleared the opening when he felt the weight of the door collapse on themHe could hear the rumble from the explosion before the shockwave hit. The decking below him bucked and thrashed throwing him, hard, against the corridor wall. The lights went out leaving him in a pitch-blackness that was void of sounds. All the normal, familiar sounds of the ship, where silent. In that eerily, lifeless, darkness he felt a change in the air pressure as it released him, abandoning him in the darkness. He could no longer feel the decking below he feet. There was a blinding flash of light as the emergency lighting kicked on. Blinking rapidly to overcome the effects of the sudden illumination, he now saw he was floating a meter above the floor. The artificial gravity had been knocked out. In all his time aboard this ship, he'd never known the Galactica to lose her AG. Belatedly the klaxon sounded. All along the corridor he could hear the sound of pressure doors closing and he urgently pulled himself along the wall, trying to make it into the next section beHe could hear the rumble from the explosion before the shockwave hit. The decking below him bucked and thrashed throwing him, hard, against the corridor wall. The lights went out leaving him in a pitch-blackness that was void of sounds. All the normal, familiar sounds of the ship, where silent. In that eerily, lifeless, darkness he felt a change in the air pressure as it released him, abandoning him in the darkness. He could no longer feel the decking below he feet. There was a blinding flash of light as the emergency lighting kicked on. Blinking rapidly to overcome the effects of the sudden illumination, he now saw he was floating a meter above the floor. The artificial gravity had been knocked out. In all his time aboard this ship, he'd never known the Galactica to lose her AG. Belatedly the klaxon sounded. All along the corridor he could hear the sound of pressure doors closing and he urgently pulled himself along the wall, trying to make it into the next section be. He now realized that he was stuck, and with his boots leaving the compartment door ajar slightly, that meant the pressure in this compartment would soon start to escape. "Hey!" he shouted, still feeling the dizziness swirl through his head. "Over here!" Two enlisted warriors who'd been headed toward the other end of the corridor suddenly turned around and scrambled back to him. "Get his boots undone, fast!" one of them, whom Apollo recognized as Corporal Lomas of Colonial Security motioned to the other. The second warrior dropped to the ground and had to reach around to get at the strap for Apollo's right boot. Lomas got down on the other side and frantically fumbled with the straps on the left boot. "Hurry," Apollo could feel the blackness starting to overcome him, and he also knew that if they didn't free him soon, then the door's integrity would become compromised. Finally, Apollo felt the straps come undone. Lomas and the second warrior got to their feet an. He now realized that he was stuck, and with his boots leaving the compartment door ajar slightly, that meant the pressure in this compartment would soon start to escape. "Hey!" he shouted, still feeling the dizziness swirl through his head. "Over here!" Two enlisted warriors who'd been headed toward the other end of the corridor suddenly turned around and scrambled back to him. "Get his boots undone, fast!" one of them, whom Apollo recognized as Corporal Lomas of Colonial Security motioned to the other. The second warrior dropped to the ground and had to reach around to get at the strap for Apollo's right boot. Lomas got down on the other side and frantically fumbled with the straps on the left boot. "Hurry," Apollo could feel the blackness starting to overcome him, and he also knew that if they didn't free him soon, then the door's integrity would become compromised. Finally, Apollo felt the straps come undone. Lomas and the second warrior got to their feet an. He now realized that he was stuck, and with his boots leaving the compartment door ajar slightly, that meant the pressure in this compartment would soon start to escape. "Hey!" he shouted, still feeling the dizziness swirl through his head. "Over here!" Two enlisted warriors who'd been headed toward the other end of the corridor suddenly turned around and scrambled back to him. "Get his boots undone, fast!" one of them, whom Apollo recognized as Corporal Lomas of Colonial Security motioned to the other. The second warrior dropped to the ground and had to reach around to get at the strap for Apollo's right boot. Lomas got down on the other side and frantically fumbled with the straps on the left boot. "Hurry," Apollo could feel the blackness starting to overcome him, and he also knew that if they didn't free him soon, then the door's integrity would become compromised. Finally, Apollo felt the straps come undone. Lomas and the second warrior got to their feet anto penetrate Adama's reverie. Staring at the scanners, and reviewing all data on known weapon's systems, he had been "out of touch". "Yes?" he asked, acknowledging Rigel. She had turned, half-rising from her position down in "The Pit". "I've retuned the scanners to read the mines more effectively, Commander," she said, transferring the data to Adama's position. He switched views, and studied her results. She had increased resolution on the mysterious alien objects by nearly 20%, and was able to glean some internal structural data as well. "Using image-plane multidither sensing to obtain wavefront-correction control signal..." "Ensign, please," said Tigh, sensing one of Rigel's techno-babble sessions coming on. "The bottom line?" "Sorry, sir," sighed Rigel. "The bottom line is, we can now get enough data from our scans to figure out how to lock on to one of the mines, and capture it for study. Sirs." "Are you certain, Ensign?"fore the door ahead him closed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ X-UIDL: d%4!!E@$#!)4C!!p28!! Apollo dug his hands into the side of the wall, hoping he could use it to propel himself forward toward the compartment door that lay five metrones ahead of him. The door was already beginning its descent and he realized that if he didn't push himself on a downward trajectory, then there would be no chance of him getting through before the door slammed shut. He was beginning to feel the effects of dizziness come over him, which told him that he had very few microns left before he'd black out completely and be good as dead. Come on, he willed himself. Now! And then, pushing with all his strength he was propelled on a downward heading toward the disappearing opening of the next compartment. He could feel the top of his head scrape against the descending frame of the door as he passed through. Apollo's feet had not yet cleared the opening when he felt the weight of the door collapse on themfore the door ahead him closed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ X-UIDL: d%4!!E@$#!)4C!!p28!! Apollo dug his hands into the side of the wall, hoping he could use it to propel himself forward toward the compartment door that lay five metrones ahead of him. The door was already beginning its descent and he realized that if he didn't push himself on a downward trajectory, then there would be no chance of him getting through before the door slammed shut. He was beginning to feel the effects of dizziness come over him, which told him that he had very few microns left before he'd black out completely and be good as dead. Come on, he willed himself. Now! And then, pushing with all his strength he was propelled on a downward heading toward the disappearing opening of the next compartment. He could feel the top of his head scrape against the descending frame of the door as he passed through. Apollo's feet had not yet cleared the opening when he felt the weight of the door collapse on them. He now realized that he was stuck, and with his boots leaving the compartment door ajar slightly, that meant the pressure in this compartment would soon start to escape. "Hey!" he shouted, still feeling the dizziness swirl through his head. "Over here!" Two enlisted warriors who'd been headed toward the other end of the corridor suddenly turned around and scrambled back to him. "Get his boots undone, fast!" one of them, whom Apollo recognized as Corporal Lomas of Colonial Security motioned to the other. The second warrior dropped to the ground and had to reach around to get at the strap for Apollo's right boot. Lomas got down on the other side and frantically fumbled with the straps on the left boot. "Hurry," Apollo could feel the blackness starting to overcome him, and he also knew that if they didn't free him soon, then the door's integrity would become compromised. Finally, Apollo felt the straps come undone. Lomas and the second warrior got to their feet an. He now realized that he was stuck, and with his boots leaving the compartment door ajar slightly, that meant the pressure in this compartment would soon start to escape. "Hey!" he shouted, still feeling the dizziness swirl through his head. "Over here!" Two enlisted warriors who'd been headed toward the other end of the corridor suddenly turned around and scrambled back to him. "Get his boots undone, fast!" one of them, whom Apollo recognized as Corporal Lomas of Colonial Security motioned to the other. The second warrior dropped to the ground and had to reach around to get at the strap for Apollo's right boot. Lomas got down on the other side and frantically fumbled with the straps on the left boot. "Hurry," Apollo could feel the blackness starting to overcome him, and he also knew that if they didn't free him soon, then the door's integrity would become compromised. Finally, Apollo felt the straps come undone. Lomas and the second warrior got to their feet an. He now realized that he was stuck, and with his boots leaving the compartment door ajar slightly, that meant the pressure in this compartment would soon start to escape. "Hey!" he shouted, still feeling the dizziness swirl through his head. "Over here!" Two enlisted warriors who'd been headed toward the other end of the corridor suddenly turned around and scrambled back to him. "Get his boots undone, fast!" one of them, whom Apollo recognized as Corporal Lomas of Colonial Security motioned to the other. The second warrior dropped to the ground and had to reach around to get at the strap for Apollo's right boot. Lomas got down on the other side and frantically fumbled with the straps on the left boot. "Hurry," Apollo could feel the blackness starting to overcome him, and he also knew that if they didn't free him soon, then the door's integrity would become compromised. Finally, Apollo felt the straps come undone. Lomas and the second warrior got to their feet anfore the door ahead him closed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ X-UIDL: d%4!!E@$#!)4C!!p28!! Apollo dug his hands into the side of the wall, hoping he could use it to propel himself forward toward the compartment door that lay five metrones ahead of him. The door was already beginning its descent and he realized that if he didn't push himself on a downward trajectory, then there would be no chance of him getting through before the door slammed shut. He was beginning to feel the effects of dizziness come over him, which told him that he had very few microns left before he'd black out completely and be good as dead. Come on, he willed himself. Now! And then, pushing with all his strength he was propelled on a downward heading toward the disappearing opening of the next compartment. He could feel the top of his head scrape against the descending frame of the door as he passed through. Apollo's feet had not yet cleared the opening when he felt the weight of the door collapse on themfore the door ahead him closed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ X-UIDL: d%4!!E@$#!)4C!!p28!! Apollo dug his hands into the side of the wall, hoping he could use it to propel himself forward toward the compartment door that lay five metrones ahead of him. The door was already beginning its descent and he realized that if he didn't push himself on a downward trajectory, then there would be no chance of him getting through before the door slammed shut. He was beginning to feel the effects of dizziness come over him, which told him that he had very few microns left before he'd black out completely and be good as dead. Come on, he willed himself. Now! And then, pushing with all his strength he was propelled on a downward heading toward the disappearing opening of the next compartment. He could feel the top of his head scrape against the descending frame of the door as he passed through. Apollo's feet had not yet cleared the opening when he felt the weight of the door collapse on themd each grabbed Apollo by one arm. "Pull!" Lomas shouted. After a struggle that lasted several microns, Apollo finally came out of his boots and collapsed to the floor. Lomas got back down and then grabbed each boot and tossed them aside. In an instant, the compartment door completed its downward trajectory securing the compartment. "Thank the Lords," Lomas said as he went over to Apollo and helped him to his feet. "You okay, Captain?" "Give me a centon, my head's still spinning." it was a struggle for Apollo to stay standing. "What in Hades happened?" "I don't know sir, it just happened without warning. There was no advance notification about an attack being imminent." "Damned right," Apollo took a few deep breaths. Never before did recycled oxygen feel more wonderful than it did now. Apollo then went over to a telecom unit on the wall to try and get word from the bridge, but as soon as he picked it up, he heard the sound of static that indicated it was out. "Gread each grabbed Apollo by one arm. "Pull!" Lomas shouted. After a struggle that lasted several microns, Apollo finally came out of his boots and collapsed to the floor. Lomas got back down and then grabbed each boot and tossed them aside. In an instant, the compartment door completed its downward trajectory securing the compartment. "Thank the Lords," Lomas said as he went over to Apollo and helped him to his feet. "You okay, Captain?" "Give me a centon, my head's still spinning." it was a struggle for Apollo to stay standing. "What in Hades happened?" "I don't know sir, it just happened without warning. There was no advance notification about an attack being imminent." "Damned right," Apollo took a few deep breaths. Never before did recycled oxygen feel more wonderful than it did now. Apollo then went over to a telecom unit on the wall to try and get word from the bridge, but as soon as he picked it up, he heard the sound of static that indicated it was out. "Gread each grabbed Apollo by one arm. "Pull!" Lomas shouted. After a struggle that lasted several microns, Apollo finally came out of his boots and collapsed to the floor. Lomas got back down and then grabbed each boot and tossed them aside. In an instant, the compartment door completed its downward trajectory securing the compartment. "Thank the Lords," Lomas said as he went over to Apollo and helped him to his feet. "You okay, Captain?" "Give me a centon, my head's still spinning." it was a struggle for Apollo to stay standing. "What in Hades happened?" "I don't know sir, it just happened without warning. There was no advance notification about an attack being imminent." "Damned right," Apollo took a few deep breaths. Never before did recycled oxygen feel more wonderful than it did now. Apollo then went over to a telecom unit on the wall to try and get word from the bridge, but as soon as he picked it up, he heard the sound of static that indicated it was out. "Grea asked Adama. "One false move..." "Yes, sir, which is why I have the computer working on refining the sensing parameters. If you approve, Commander, we could send out a team to capture and retrieve one." Adama looked again at the scanner data being fed to him from Rigel's station. As he watched, he could see the percentage of accuracy on the screen creep slowly up, and the device's image gradually clear, like a slowly unzipping computer file. Already, he could see internal wiring, and external projections. It was dangerous, but if there was even a chance... And if the Cylons caught them, with the Fleet stalled like this... "Very well, Ensign," said Adama, after some more thought. Coordinate with Doctor Wilker's lab." "Father," said Apollo, "do we dare? Once we bring one of those mines inside the Galactica..." "We won't, Apollo," replied the Commander. "We'll do the analysis aboard a shuttle, keeping positi. He now realized that he was stuck, and with his boots leaving the compartment door ajar slightly, that meant the pressure in this compartment would soon start to escape. "Hey!" he shouted, still feeling the dizziness swirl through his head. "Over here!" Two enlisted warriors who'd been headed toward the other end of the corridor suddenly turned around and scrambled back to him. "Get his boots undone, fast!" one of them, whom Apollo recognized as Corporal Lomas of Colonial Security motioned to the other. The second warrior dropped to the ground and had to reach around to get at the strap for Apollo's right boot. Lomas got down on the other side and frantically fumbled with the straps on the left boot. "Hurry," Apollo could feel the blackness starting to overcome him, and he also knew that if they didn't free him soon, then the door's integrity would become compromised. Finally, Apollo felt the straps come undone. Lomas and the second warrior got to their feet an. He now realized that he was stuck, and with his boots leaving the compartment door ajar slightly, that meant the pressure in this compartment would soon start to escape. "Hey!" he shouted, still feeling the dizziness swirl through his head. "Over here!" Two enlisted warriors who'd been headed toward the other end of the corridor suddenly turned around and scrambled back to him. "Get his boots undone, fast!" one of them, whom Apollo recognized as Corporal Lomas of Colonial Security motioned to the other. The second warrior dropped to the ground and had to reach around to get at the strap for Apollo's right boot. Lomas got down on the other side and frantically fumbled with the straps on the left boot. "Hurry," Apollo could feel the blackness starting to overcome him, and he also knew that if they didn't free him soon, then the door's integrity would become compromised. Finally, Apollo felt the straps come undone. Lomas and the second warrior got to their feet and each grabbed Apollo by one arm. "Pull!" Lomas shouted. After a struggle that lasted several microns, Apollo finally came out of his boots and collapsed to the floor. Lomas got back down and then grabbed each boot and tossed them aside. In an instant, the compartment door completed its downward trajectory securing the compartment. "Thank the Lords," Lomas said as he went over to Apollo and helped him to his feet. "You okay, Captain?" "Give me a centon, my head's still spinning." it was a struggle for Apollo to stay standing. "What in Hades happened?" "I don't know sir, it just happened without warning. There was no advance notification about an attack being imminent." "Damned right," Apollo took a few deep breaths. Never before did recycled oxygen feel more wonderful than it did now. Apollo then went over to a telecom unit on the wall to try and get word from the bridge, but as soon as he picked it up, he heard the sound of static that indicated it was out. "Gread each grabbed Apollo by one arm. "Pull!" Lomas shouted. After a struggle that lasted several microns, Apollo finally came out of his boots and collapsed to the floor. Lomas got back down and then grabbed each boot and tossed them aside. In an instant, the compartment door completed its downward trajectory securing the compartment. "Thank the Lords," Lomas said as he went over to Apollo and helped him to his feet. "You okay, Captain?" "Give me a centon, my head's still spinning." it was a struggle for Apollo to stay standing. "What in Hades happened?" "I don't know sir, it just happened without warning. There was no advance notification about an attack being imminent." "Damned right," Apollo took a few deep breaths. Never before did recycled oxygen feel more wonderful than it did now. Apollo then went over to a telecom unit on the wall to try and get word from the bridge, but as soon as he picked it up, he heard the sound of static that indicated it was out. "Gread each grabbed Apollo by one arm. "Pull!" Lomas shouted. After a struggle that lasted several microns, Apollo finally came out of his boots and collapsed to the floor. Lomas got back down and then grabbed each boot and tossed them aside. In an instant, the compartment door completed its downward trajectory securing the compartment. "Thank the Lords," Lomas said as he went over to Apollo and helped him to his feet. "You okay, Captain?" "Give me a centon, my head's still spinning." it was a struggle for Apollo to stay standing. "What in Hades happened?" "I don't know sir, it just happened without warning. There was no advance notification about an attack being imminent." "Damned right," Apollo took a few deep breaths. Never before did recycled oxygen feel more wonderful than it did now. Apollo then went over to a telecom unit on the wall to try and get word from the bridge, but as soon as he picked it up, he heard the sound of static that indicated it was out. "Grea. He now realized that he was stuck, and with his boots leaving the compartment door ajar slightly, that meant the pressure in this compartment would soon start to escape. "Hey!" he shouted, still feeling the dizziness swirl through his head. "Over here!" Two enlisted warriors who'd been headed toward the other end of the corridor suddenly turned around and scrambled back to him. "Get his boots undone, fast!" one of them, whom Apollo recognized as Corporal Lomas of Colonial Security motioned to the other. The second warrior dropped to the ground and had to reach around to get at the strap for Apollo's right boot. Lomas got down on the other side and frantically fumbled with the straps on the left boot. "Hurry," Apollo could feel the blackness starting to overcome him, and he also knew that if they didn't free him soon, then the door's integrity would become compromised. Finally, Apollo felt the straps come undone. Lomas and the second warrior got to their feet an. He now realized that he was stuck, and with his boots leaving the compartment door ajar slightly, that meant the pressure in this compartment would soon start to escape. "Hey!" he shouted, still feeling the dizziness swirl through his head. "Over here!" Two enlisted warriors who'd been headed toward the other end of the corridor suddenly turned around and scrambled back to him. "Get his boots undone, fast!" one of them, whom Apollo recognized as Corporal Lomas of Colonial Security motioned to the other. The second warrior dropped to the ground and had to reach around to get at the strap for Apollo's right boot. Lomas got down on the other side and frantically fumbled with the straps on the left boot. "Hurry," Apollo could feel the blackness starting to overcome him, and he also knew that if they didn't free him soon, then the door's integrity would become compromised. Finally, Apollo felt the straps come undone. Lomas and the second warrior got to their feet ant," he said and then turned back to Lomas, "Turbo lifts still function?" "They seem to be." "Then let's get going," Apollo said feeling some of his strength come back as he walked to the end of the corridor. And then, he almost stopped in his tracks as he remembered that if it was in fact an attack that caused this, then it couldn't have come at a more worse time. Not with the rest of Blue Squadron off the Galactica and pulling freighter inspection duty this cycle. ______________________________ Boomer pounded on the closed door, then winced as the recoil added to the pain of his already throbbing head. He brushed at the blood that flood down his face and inevitable into his eyes. Reluctantly he walked back over to where Jolly was helping Starbuck up into a sitting position. "You okay?" Boomer asked as he watched Starbuck wince, then gasp in pain as he tried to move his left arm. "I think it's broken" Jolly commented as he took the medket Giles handed him and began t," he said and then turned back to Lomas, "Turbo lifts still function?" "They seem to be." "Then let's get going," Apollo said feeling some of his strength come back as he walked to the end of the corridor. And then, he almost stopped in his tracks as he remembered that if it was in fact an attack that caused this, then it couldn't have come at a more worse time. Not with the rest of Blue Squadron off the Galactica and pulling freighter inspection duty this cycle. ______________________________ Boomer pounded on the closed door, then winced as the recoil added to the pain of his already throbbing head. He brushed at the blood that flood down his face and inevitable into his eyes. Reluctantly he walked back over to where Jolly was helping Starbuck up into a sitting position. "You okay?" Boomer asked as he watched Starbuck wince, then gasp in pain as he tried to move his left arm. "I think it's broken" Jolly commented as he took the medket Giles handed him and began t," he said and then turned back to Lomas, "Turbo lifts still function?" "They seem to be." "Then let's get going," Apollo said feeling some of his strength come back as he walked to the end of the corridor. And then, he almost stopped in his tracks as he remembered that if it was in fact an attack that caused this, then it couldn't have come at a more worse time. Not with the rest of Blue Squadron off the Galactica and pulling freighter inspection duty this cycle. ______________________________ Boomer pounded on the closed door, then winced as the recoil added to the pain of his already throbbing head. He brushed at the blood that flood down his face and inevitable into his eyes. Reluctantly he walked back over to where Jolly was helping Starbuck up into a sitting position. "You okay?" Boomer asked as he watched Starbuck wince, then gasp in pain as he tried to move his left arm. "I think it's broken" Jolly commented as he took the medket Giles handed him and began on at a safe distance from the ship, and as far from the other mines as possible. The devices are small enough to be latched on to by the shuttle's capture arm." "I volunteer," said Apollo, as always the first to accept danger. "I can pilot the shuttle to..." "No," said Adama. "As Captain of Blue Squadron, we can't risk you on something like this." "But...." "No." "Commander..." "Captain..." "If I may," said Sheba, clearing her throat loudly, and shaking her head at her betrothed's obstnance. Men! "Yes, Sheba?" said both Warriors at once. "We don't have to risk anyone. We can send out the shuttle, piloted by the Cylons we captured from Baltar." She waited a beat, hoping the two would absorb the logic of her suggestion. "Perfect," said Omega. "Wilker has them reprogrammed now." "And last time they couldn't so much as turn on a switch without smashing it," countered Apollo,d each grabbed Apollo by one arm. "Pull!" Lomas shouted. After a struggle that lasted several microns, Apollo finally came out of his boots and collapsed to the floor. Lomas got back down and then grabbed each boot and tossed them aside. In an instant, the compartment door completed its downward trajectory securing the compartment. "Thank the Lords," Lomas said as he went over to Apollo and helped him to his feet. "You okay, Captain?" "Give me a centon, my head's still spinning." it was a struggle for Apollo to stay standing. "What in Hades happened?" "I don't know sir, it just happened without warning. There was no advance notification about an attack being imminent." "Damned right," Apollo took a few deep breaths. Never before did recycled oxygen feel more wonderful than it did now. Apollo then went over to a telecom unit on the wall to try and get word from the bridge, but as soon as he picked it up, he heard the sound of static that indicated it was out. "Gread each grabbed Apollo by one arm. "Pull!" Lomas shouted. After a struggle that lasted several microns, Apollo finally came out of his boots and collapsed to the floor. Lomas got back down and then grabbed each boot and tossed them aside. In an instant, the compartment door completed its downward trajectory securing the compartment. "Thank the Lords," Lomas said as he went over to Apollo and helped him to his feet. "You okay, Captain?" "Give me a centon, my head's still spinning." it was a struggle for Apollo to stay standing. "What in Hades happened?" "I don't know sir, it just happened without warning. There was no advance notification about an attack being imminent." "Damned right," Apollo took a few deep breaths. Never before did recycled oxygen feel more wonderful than it did now. Apollo then went over to a telecom unit on the wall to try and get word from the bridge, but as soon as he picked it up, he heard the sound of static that indicated it was out. "Great," he said and then turned back to Lomas, "Turbo lifts still function?" "They seem to be." "Then let's get going," Apollo said feeling some of his strength come back as he walked to the end of the corridor. And then, he almost stopped in his tracks as he remembered that if it was in fact an attack that caused this, then it couldn't have come at a more worse time. Not with the rest of Blue Squadron off the Galactica and pulling freighter inspection duty this cycle. ______________________________ Boomer pounded on the closed door, then winced as the recoil added to the pain of his already throbbing head. He brushed at the blood that flood down his face and inevitable into his eyes. Reluctantly he walked back over to where Jolly was helping Starbuck up into a sitting position. "You okay?" Boomer asked as he watched Starbuck wince, then gasp in pain as he tried to move his left arm. "I think it's broken" Jolly commented as he took the medket Giles handed him and began t," he said and then turned back to Lomas, "Turbo lifts still function?" "They seem to be." "Then let's get going," Apollo said feeling some of his strength come back as he walked to the end of the corridor. And then, he almost stopped in his tracks as he remembered that if it was in fact an attack that caused this, then it couldn't have come at a more worse time. Not with the rest of Blue Squadron off the Galactica and pulling freighter inspection duty this cycle. ______________________________ Boomer pounded on the closed door, then winced as the recoil added to the pain of his already throbbing head. He brushed at the blood that flood down his face and inevitable into his eyes. Reluctantly he walked back over to where Jolly was helping Starbuck up into a sitting position. "You okay?" Boomer asked as he watched Starbuck wince, then gasp in pain as he tried to move his left arm. "I think it's broken" Jolly commented as he took the medket Giles handed him and began t," he said and then turned back to Lomas, "Turbo lifts still function?" "They seem to be." "Then let's get going," Apollo said feeling some of his strength come back as he walked to the end of the corridor. And then, he almost stopped in his tracks as he remembered that if it was in fact an attack that caused this, then it couldn't have come at a more worse time. Not with the rest of Blue Squadron off the Galactica and pulling freighter inspection duty this cycle. ______________________________ Boomer pounded on the closed door, then winced as the recoil added to the pain of his already throbbing head. He brushed at the blood that flood down his face and inevitable into his eyes. Reluctantly he walked back over to where Jolly was helping Starbuck up into a sitting position. "You okay?" Boomer asked as he watched Starbuck wince, then gasp in pain as he tried to move his left arm. "I think it's broken" Jolly commented as he took the medket Giles handed him and began d each grabbed Apollo by one arm. "Pull!" Lomas shouted. After a struggle that lasted several microns, Apollo finally came out of his boots and collapsed to the floor. Lomas got back down and then grabbed each boot and tossed them aside. In an instant, the compartment door completed its downward trajectory securing the compartment. "Thank the Lords," Lomas said as he went over to Apollo and helped him to his feet. "You okay, Captain?" "Give me a centon, my head's still spinning." it was a struggle for Apollo to stay standing. "What in Hades happened?" "I don't know sir, it just happened without warning. There was no advance notification about an attack being imminent." "Damned right," Apollo took a few deep breaths. Never before did recycled oxygen feel more wonderful than it did now. Apollo then went over to a telecom unit on the wall to try and get word from the bridge, but as soon as he picked it up, he heard the sound of static that indicated it was out. "Gread each grabbed Apollo by one arm. "Pull!" Lomas shouted. After a struggle that lasted several microns, Apollo finally came out of his boots and collapsed to the floor. Lomas got back down and then grabbed each boot and tossed them aside. In an instant, the compartment door completed its downward trajectory securing the compartment. "Thank the Lords," Lomas said as he went over to Apollo and helped him to his feet. "You okay, Captain?" "Give me a centon, my head's still spinning." it was a struggle for Apollo to stay standing. "What in Hades happened?" "I don't know sir, it just happened without warning. There was no advance notification about an attack being imminent." "Damned right," Apollo took a few deep breaths. Never before did recycled oxygen feel more wonderful than it did now. Apollo then went over to a telecom unit on the wall to try and get word from the bridge, but as soon as he picked it up, he heard the sound of static that indicated it was out. "Greato search through it. "Yah, I'll live- I think? What the Frak happened?" Starbuck asked. "That's the big question right now. " Boomer answered as he squatted down next to Starbuck. " I just hope Jenson can get the other door open." Boomer held Starbuck's arms as gently as he could while Jolly secured his arm in a splint. "Not what I expected when we got assigned freight duty." "You can say that again." Jolly retorted, as he finished on Starbuck arm. He then began to dig around in the medkit again. "That's the last time I think one of the Captain's disciplinary duties will be boring." He pulled out a sealer and moved over to Boomer, motioning for him to turn to the side so he could get at the cut on the right side of his forehead. "What did you hit your head on anyway?" "Starbuck's arm" Boomer sourly complained. Jolly chuckled at Boomers dry tones. "Hey careful Jolly," Boomer protested, "I don't want my eye sealed shut." "Sorry about that Boomer," he apologized as he fito search through it. "Yah, I'll live- I think? What the Frak happened?" Starbuck asked. "That's the big question right now. " Boomer answered as he squatted down next to Starbuck. " I just hope Jenson can get the other door open." Boomer held Starbuck's arms as gently as he could while Jolly secured his arm in a splint. "Not what I expected when we got assigned freight duty." "You can say that again." Jolly retorted, as he finished on Starbuck arm. He then began to dig around in the medkit again. "That's the last time I think one of the Captain's disciplinary duties will be boring." He pulled out a sealer and moved over to Boomer, motioning for him to turn to the side so he could get at the cut on the right side of his forehead. "What did you hit your head on anyway?" "Starbuck's arm" Boomer sourly complained. Jolly chuckled at Boomers dry tones. "Hey careful Jolly," Boomer protested, "I don't want my eye sealed shut." "Sorry about that Boomer," he apologized as he fito search through it. "Yah, I'll live- I think? What the Frak happened?" Starbuck asked. "That's the big question right now. " Boomer answered as he squatted down next to Starbuck. " I just hope Jenson can get the other door open." Boomer held Starbuck's arms as gently as he could while Jolly secured his arm in a splint. "Not what I expected when we got assigned freight duty." "You can say that again." Jolly retorted, as he finished on Starbuck arm. He then began to dig around in the medkit again. "That's the last time I think one of the Captain's disciplinary duties will be boring." He pulled out a sealer and moved over to Boomer, motioning for him to turn to the side so he could get at the cut on the right side of his forehead. "What did you hit your head on anyway?" "Starbuck's arm" Boomer sourly complained. Jolly chuckled at Boomers dry tones. "Hey careful Jolly," Boomer protested, "I don't want my eye sealed shut." "Sorry about that Boomer," he apologized as he fi recalling how one of them, the hastily reassembled Flight Leader Inscitus, when ordered to launch the Raider during Baltar's abortive escape attempt, had instead slammed his fist through the control board of the fighter. Surely the Cylons couldn't do anything as delicate as capture or deactivate a mine? "No, Captain," replied Omega. "I helped in the lab's reconstruction after it was wrecked during the encounter with the BaseShip a few sectons back. He's got them up to full specs, and even had them working on the repairs along with the rest of us." He looked from Apollo to the two seniormost officers. "It'll work." "And would seem to be the best chance we have, right now," added Tigh, looking at the scan data on the mines. "Omega, what do we know about the mines' blast radius?" "Approximately 2.5 metrons, sir," replied Omega. "And the closest to the ship?" asked Adama. "3.7 metrons, Commander," answered the other. "And closing." "Pt," he said and then turned back to Lomas, "Turbo lifts still function?" "They seem to be." "Then let's get going," Apollo said feeling some of his strength come back as he walked to the end of the corridor. And then, he almost stopped in his tracks as he remembered that if it was in fact an attack that caused this, then it couldn't have come at a more worse time. Not with the rest of Blue Squadron off the Galactica and pulling freighter inspection duty this cycle. ______________________________ Boomer pounded on the closed door, then winced as the recoil added to the pain of his already throbbing head. He brushed at the blood that flood down his face and inevitable into his eyes. Reluctantly he walked back over to where Jolly was helping Starbuck up into a sitting position. "You okay?" Boomer asked as he watched Starbuck wince, then gasp in pain as he tried to move his left arm. "I think it's broken" Jolly commented as he took the medket Giles handed him and began t," he said and then turned back to Lomas, "Turbo lifts still function?" "They seem to be." "Then let's get going," Apollo said feeling some of his strength come back as he walked to the end of the corridor. And then, he almost stopped in his tracks as he remembered that if it was in fact an attack that caused this, then it couldn't have come at a more worse time. Not with the rest of Blue Squadron off the Galactica and pulling freighter inspection duty this cycle. ______________________________ Boomer pounded on the closed door, then winced as the recoil added to the pain of his already throbbing head. He brushed at the blood that flood down his face and inevitable into his eyes. Reluctantly he walked back over to where Jolly was helping Starbuck up into a sitting position. "You okay?" Boomer asked as he watched Starbuck wince, then gasp in pain as he tried to move his left arm. "I think it's broken" Jolly commented as he took the medket Giles handed him and began to search through it. "Yah, I'll live- I think? What the Frak happened?" Starbuck asked. "That's the big question right now. " Boomer answered as he squatted down next to Starbuck. " I just hope Jenson can get the other door open." Boomer held Starbuck's arms as gently as he could while Jolly secured his arm in a splint. "Not what I expected when we got assigned freight duty." "You can say that again." Jolly retorted, as he finished on Starbuck arm. He then began to dig around in the medkit again. "That's the last time I think one of the Captain's disciplinary duties will be boring." He pulled out a sealer and moved over to Boomer, motioning for him to turn to the side so he could get at the cut on the right side of his forehead. "What did you hit your head on anyway?" "Starbuck's arm" Boomer sourly complained. Jolly chuckled at Boomers dry tones. "Hey careful Jolly," Boomer protested, "I don't want my eye sealed shut." "Sorry about that Boomer," he apologized as he fito search through it. "Yah, I'll live- I think? What the Frak happened?" Starbuck asked. "That's the big question right now. " Boomer answered as he squatted down next to Starbuck. " I just hope Jenson can get the other door open." Boomer held Starbuck's arms as gently as he could while Jolly secured his arm in a splint. "Not what I expected when we got assigned freight duty." "You can say that again." Jolly retorted, as he finished on Starbuck arm. He then began to dig around in the medkit again. "That's the last time I think one of the Captain's disciplinary duties will be boring." He pulled out a sealer and moved over to Boomer, motioning for him to turn to the side so he could get at the cut on the right side of his forehead. "What did you hit your head on anyway?" "Starbuck's arm" Boomer sourly complained. Jolly chuckled at Boomers dry tones. "Hey careful Jolly," Boomer protested, "I don't want my eye sealed shut." "Sorry about that Boomer," he apologized as he fito search through it. "Yah, I'll live- I think? What the Frak happened?" Starbuck asked. "That's the big question right now. " Boomer answered as he squatted down next to Starbuck. " I just hope Jenson can get the other door open." Boomer held Starbuck's arms as gently as he could while Jolly secured his arm in a splint. "Not what I expected when we got assigned freight duty." "You can say that again." Jolly retorted, as he finished on Starbuck arm. He then began to dig around in the medkit again. "That's the last time I think one of the Captain's disciplinary duties will be boring." He pulled out a sealer and moved over to Boomer, motioning for him to turn to the side so he could get at the cut on the right side of his forehead. "What did you hit your head on anyway?" "Starbuck's arm" Boomer sourly complained. Jolly chuckled at Boomers dry tones. "Hey careful Jolly," Boomer protested, "I don't want my eye sealed shut." "Sorry about that Boomer," he apologized as he fit," he said and then turned back to Lomas, "Turbo lifts still function?" "They seem to be." "Then let's get going," Apollo said feeling some of his strength come back as he walked to the end of the corridor. And then, he almost stopped in his tracks as he remembered that if it was in fact an attack that caused this, then it couldn't have come at a more worse time. Not with the rest of Blue Squadron off the Galactica and pulling freighter inspection duty this cycle. ______________________________ Boomer pounded on the closed door, then winced as the recoil added to the pain of his already throbbing head. He brushed at the blood that flood down his face and inevitable into his eyes. Reluctantly he walked back over to where Jolly was helping Starbuck up into a sitting position. "You okay?" Boomer asked as he watched Starbuck wince, then gasp in pain as he tried to move his left arm. "I think it's broken" Jolly commented as he took the medket Giles handed him and began t," he said and then turned back to Lomas, "Turbo lifts still function?" "They seem to be." "Then let's get going," Apollo said feeling some of his strength come back as he walked to the end of the corridor. And then, he almost stopped in his tracks as he remembered that if it was in fact an attack that caused this, then it couldn't have come at a more worse time. Not with the rest of Blue Squadron off the Galactica and pulling freighter inspection duty this cycle. ______________________________ Boomer pounded on the closed door, then winced as the recoil added to the pain of his already throbbing head. He brushed at the blood that flood down his face and inevitable into his eyes. Reluctantly he walked back over to where Jolly was helping Starbuck up into a sitting position. "You okay?" Boomer asked as he watched Starbuck wince, then gasp in pain as he tried to move his left arm. "I think it's broken" Jolly commented as he took the medket Giles handed him and began nished up and put the sealer away. "I should have known it was Starbuck's fault. It's always Starbuck's fault. That fact that we are in here an not in the OC is Starbuck's fault." "Hey." Starbuck protested. "I didn't do anything to cause that explosion!" "No... but..."Boomer began as he stared at the double reinforced blast doors that had saved all their lives. They had just set down the large engine casing when there was a flash and the blast doors came crashing down, preventing the explosion in the engine room from reaching them. Of course, it didn't prevent the shock wave from ripping through the flooring sending them all flying. Boomer had grabbed at Starbuck to steady himself when the lieutenant's elbow had connected with his head. "But, what, Boomer?" Giles asked. "Did you see something?" "Besides a wall of flames coming right at us?" Starbuck interjected. "Yah, maybe," Boomer turned back to them. "It looked like the explosion came from the area where we set thosnished up and put the sealer away. "I should have known it was Starbuck's fault. It's always Starbuck's fault. That fact that we are in here an not in the OC is Starbuck's fault." "Hey." Starbuck protested. "I didn't do anything to cause that explosion!" "No... but..."Boomer began as he stared at the double reinforced blast doors that had saved all their lives. They had just set down the large engine casing when there was a flash and the blast doors came crashing down, preventing the explosion in the engine room from reaching them. Of course, it didn't prevent the shock wave from ripping through the flooring sending them all flying. Boomer had grabbed at Starbuck to steady himself when the lieutenant's elbow had connected with his head. "But, what, Boomer?" Giles asked. "Did you see something?" "Besides a wall of flames coming right at us?" Starbuck interjected. "Yah, maybe," Boomer turned back to them. "It looked like the explosion came from the area where we set thosnished up and put the sealer away. "I should have known it was Starbuck's fault. It's always Starbuck's fault. That fact that we are in here an not in the OC is Starbuck's fault." "Hey." Starbuck protested. "I didn't do anything to cause that explosion!" "No... but..."Boomer began as he stared at the double reinforced blast doors that had saved all their lives. They had just set down the large engine casing when there was a flash and the blast doors came crashing down, preventing the explosion in the engine room from reaching them. Of course, it didn't prevent the shock wave from ripping through the flooring sending them all flying. Boomer had grabbed at Starbuck to steady himself when the lieutenant's elbow had connected with his head. "But, what, Boomer?" Giles asked. "Did you see something?" "Besides a wall of flames coming right at us?" Starbuck interjected. "Yah, maybe," Boomer turned back to them. "It looked like the explosion came from the area where we set thoserimeter of the mine field?" "We still can't find on, Commander." "Very well," said Adama, with a heavy sigh. "We go ahead with Rigel's plan, using the Cylon pilots. We'll communicate with them via the shuttle's commsuite. Colonel." "Sir?" "I want every gun on the Galactica trained on every mine that we can detect. I also want every Viper in both bays on its catapult moved to the opening of the launch tubes." "The openings of the launch tubes, sir?" "Yes. We can use their lasers, without risking pilots. We'll target every mine within range and destroy them, then launch the shuttle. It will give us time to prepare, as well as some breathing space before more mines close in." "I see," said Apollo. "Excellent." "As well," continued Adama, more somberly, "as time to come up with something else, in case this plan doesn't work." He looked at both his son, and his Exec. "Get to it." "Yes, sir," said both men. to search through it. "Yah, I'll live- I think? What the Frak happened?" Starbuck asked. "That's the big question right now. " Boomer answered as he squatted down next to Starbuck. " I just hope Jenson can get the other door open." Boomer held Starbuck's arms as gently as he could while Jolly secured his arm in a splint. "Not what I expected when we got assigned freight duty." "You can say that again." Jolly retorted, as he finished on Starbuck arm. He then began to dig around in the medkit again. "That's the last time I think one of the Captain's disciplinary duties will be boring." He pulled out a sealer and moved over to Boomer, motioning for him to turn to the side so he could get at the cut on the right side of his forehead. "What did you hit your head on anyway?" "Starbuck's arm" Boomer sourly complained. Jolly chuckled at Boomers dry tones. "Hey careful Jolly," Boomer protested, "I don't want my eye sealed shut." "Sorry about that Boomer," he apologized as he fito search through it. "Yah, I'll live- I think? What the Frak happened?" Starbuck asked. "That's the big question right now. " Boomer answered as he squatted down next to Starbuck. " I just hope Jenson can get the other door open." Boomer held Starbuck's arms as gently as he could while Jolly secured his arm in a splint. "Not what I expected when we got assigned freight duty." "You can say that again." Jolly retorted, as he finished on Starbuck arm. He then began to dig around in the medkit again. "That's the last time I think one of the Captain's disciplinary duties will be boring." He pulled out a sealer and moved over to Boomer, motioning for him to turn to the side so he could get at the cut on the right side of his forehead. "What did you hit your head on anyway?" "Starbuck's arm" Boomer sourly complained. Jolly chuckled at Boomers dry tones. "Hey careful Jolly," Boomer protested, "I don't want my eye sealed shut." "Sorry about that Boomer," he apologized as he finished up and put the sealer away. "I should have known it was Starbuck's fault. It's always Starbuck's fault. That fact that we are in here an not in the OC is Starbuck's fault." "Hey." Starbuck protested. "I didn't do anything to cause that explosion!" "No... but..."Boomer began as he stared at the double reinforced blast doors that had saved all their lives. They had just set down the large engine casing when there was a flash and the blast doors came crashing down, preventing the explosion in the engine room from reaching them. Of course, it didn't prevent the shock wave from ripping through the flooring sending them all flying. Boomer had grabbed at Starbuck to steady himself when the lieutenant's elbow had connected with his head. "But, what, Boomer?" Giles asked. "Did you see something?" "Besides a wall of flames coming right at us?" Starbuck interjected. "Yah, maybe," Boomer turned back to them. "It looked like the explosion came from the area where we set thosnished up and put the sealer away. "I should have known it was Starbuck's fault. It's always Starbuck's fault. That fact that we are in here an not in the OC is Starbuck's fault." "Hey." Starbuck protested. "I didn't do anything to cause that explosion!" "No... but..."Boomer began as he stared at the double reinforced blast doors that had saved all their lives. They had just set down the large engine casing when there was a flash and the blast doors came crashing down, preventing the explosion in the engine room from reaching them. Of course, it didn't prevent the shock wave from ripping through the flooring sending them all flying. Boomer had grabbed at Starbuck to steady himself when the lieutenant's elbow had connected with his head. "But, what, Boomer?" Giles asked. "Did you see something?" "Besides a wall of flames coming right at us?" Starbuck interjected. "Yah, maybe," Boomer turned back to them. "It looked like the explosion came from the area where we set thosnished up and put the sealer away. "I should have known it was Starbuck's fault. It's always Starbuck's fault. That fact that we are in here an not in the OC is Starbuck's fault." "Hey." Starbuck protested. "I didn't do anything to cause that explosion!" "No... but..."Boomer began as he stared at the double reinforced blast doors that had saved all their lives. They had just set down the large engine casing when there was a flash and the blast doors came crashing down, preventing the explosion in the engine room from reaching them. Of course, it didn't prevent the shock wave from ripping through the flooring sending them all flying. Boomer had grabbed at Starbuck to steady himself when the lieutenant's elbow had connected with his head. "But, what, Boomer?" Giles asked. "Did you see something?" "Besides a wall of flames coming right at us?" Starbuck interjected. "Yah, maybe," Boomer turned back to them. "It looked like the explosion came from the area where we set thosto search through it. "Yah, I'll live- I think? What the Frak happened?" Starbuck asked. "That's the big question right now. " Boomer answered as he squatted down next to Starbuck. " I just hope Jenson can get the other door open." Boomer held Starbuck's arms as gently as he could while Jolly secured his arm in a splint. "Not what I expected when we got assigned freight duty." "You can say that again." Jolly retorted, as he finished on Starbuck arm. He then began to dig around in the medkit again. "That's the last time I think one of the Captain's disciplinary duties will be boring." He pulled out a sealer and moved over to Boomer, motioning for him to turn to the side so he could get at the cut on the right side of his forehead. "What did you hit your head on anyway?" "Starbuck's arm" Boomer sourly complained. Jolly chuckled at Boomers dry tones. "Hey careful Jolly," Boomer protested, "I don't want my eye sealed shut." "Sorry about that Boomer," he apologized as he fito search through it. "Yah, I'll live- I think? What the Frak happened?" Starbuck asked. "That's the big question right now. " Boomer answered as he squatted down next to Starbuck. " I just hope Jenson can get the other door open." Boomer held Starbuck's arms as gently as he could while Jolly secured his arm in a splint. "Not what I expected when we got assigned freight duty." "You can say that again." Jolly retorted, as he finished on Starbuck arm. He then began to dig around in the medkit again. "That's the last time I think one of the Captain's disciplinary duties will be boring." He pulled out a sealer and moved over to Boomer, motioning for him to turn to the side so he could get at the cut on the right side of his forehead. "What did you hit your head on anyway?" "Starbuck's arm" Boomer sourly complained. Jolly chuckled at Boomers dry tones. "Hey careful Jolly," Boomer protested, "I don't want my eye sealed shut." "Sorry about that Boomer," he apologized as he fie barrels down." "Do you think one of them exploded?" Boomer shook his head " I don't know" then he glanced at Starbuck "I *was* a bit preoccupied by the wall of fire coming at me." Then Boomer looked back at the closed doors. "Let just find a way out of here so we can figure that out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~ "Frak!" Jensen jumped back from the small explosion of sparks, shaking his singed fingers. The blast door had opened a few centimetrons, then hissed shut. From the looks of the smoldering control panel, it didn't look too hopeful that it would open again any time soon. Boomer banged the sealed doors in frustration. "Well, that's just lovely." He cast a glance to the other end of compartment. An identical set of doors separated the five from the main engine room. What the extent of the damage was in there, none of the five warriors knew, but guessing from the force of the blast, it had to be extensive. Jolly and Giles were having an e barrels down." "Do you think one of them exploded?" Boomer shook his head " I don't know" then he glanced at Starbuck "I *was* a bit preoccupied by the wall of fire coming at me." Then Boomer looked back at the closed doors. "Let just find a way out of here so we can figure that out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~ "Frak!" Jensen jumped back from the small explosion of sparks, shaking his singed fingers. The blast door had opened a few centimetrons, then hissed shut. From the looks of the smoldering control panel, it didn't look too hopeful that it would open again any time soon. Boomer banged the sealed doors in frustration. "Well, that's just lovely." He cast a glance to the other end of compartment. An identical set of doors separated the five from the main engine room. What the extent of the damage was in there, none of the five warriors knew, but guessing from the force of the blast, it had to be extensive. Jolly and Giles were having an e barrels down." "Do you think one of them exploded?" Boomer shook his head " I don't know" then he glanced at Starbuck "I *was* a bit preoccupied by the wall of fire coming at me." Then Boomer looked back at the closed doors. "Let just find a way out of here so we can figure that out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~ "Frak!" Jensen jumped back from the small explosion of sparks, shaking his singed fingers. The blast door had opened a few centimetrons, then hissed shut. From the looks of the smoldering control panel, it didn't look too hopeful that it would open again any time soon. Boomer banged the sealed doors in frustration. "Well, that's just lovely." He cast a glance to the other end of compartment. An identical set of doors separated the five from the main engine room. What the extent of the damage was in there, none of the five warriors knew, but guessing from the force of the blast, it had to be extensive. Jolly and Giles were having an "Athena, get me status reports on every ship in the Fleet. And contact Starbuck's disciplinary detail." "Yes, Commander." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "It'll be risky moving the vipers on manual power to the edge of the launch tubes." Apollo noted as he and Sheba followed Adama to the other side of the upper level. "I can't remember the last time any of the pilots even tried that kind of maneuver in the simulator." "Now's as good a time as any to relearn it, Apollo. We've been left with no other choice." The commander said as he then smiled thinly at Sheba. "Lieutenant, thank you for your suggestion regarding the use of the two captured centurions. I'd all but forgotten about how we still had them at our disposal." "No problem, sir," Sheba remained nonchalant. "Just doing what any good warrior should do in a moment of crisis and offer some suggestions." "Commander," Tigh interrupted as he mounted the stairs, "I've just relayed the situation tnished up and put the sealer away. "I should have known it was Starbuck's fault. It's always Starbuck's fault. That fact that we are in here an not in the OC is Starbuck's fault." "Hey." Starbuck protested. "I didn't do anything to cause that explosion!" "No... but..."Boomer began as he stared at the double reinforced blast doors that had saved all their lives. They had just set down the large engine casing when there was a flash and the blast doors came crashing down, preventing the explosion in the engine room from reaching them. Of course, it didn't prevent the shock wave from ripping through the flooring sending them all flying. Boomer had grabbed at Starbuck to steady himself when the lieutenant's elbow had connected with his head. "But, what, Boomer?" Giles asked. "Did you see something?" "Besides a wall of flames coming right at us?" Starbuck interjected. "Yah, maybe," Boomer turned back to them. "It looked like the explosion came from the area where we set thosnished up and put the sealer away. "I should have known it was Starbuck's fault. It's always Starbuck's fault. That fact that we are in here an not in the OC is Starbuck's fault." "Hey." Starbuck protested. "I didn't do anything to cause that explosion!" "No... but..."Boomer began as he stared at the double reinforced blast doors that had saved all their lives. They had just set down the large engine casing when there was a flash and the blast doors came crashing down, preventing the explosion in the engine room from reaching them. Of course, it didn't prevent the shock wave from ripping through the flooring sending them all flying. Boomer had grabbed at Starbuck to steady himself when the lieutenant's elbow had connected with his head. "But, what, Boomer?" Giles asked. "Did you see something?" "Besides a wall of flames coming right at us?" Starbuck interjected. "Yah, maybe," Boomer turned back to them. "It looked like the explosion came from the area where we set those barrels down." "Do you think one of them exploded?" Boomer shook his head " I don't know" then he glanced at Starbuck "I *was* a bit preoccupied by the wall of fire coming at me." Then Boomer looked back at the closed doors. "Let just find a way out of here so we can figure that out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~ "Frak!" Jensen jumped back from the small explosion of sparks, shaking his singed fingers. The blast door had opened a few centimetrons, then hissed shut. From the looks of the smoldering control panel, it didn't look too hopeful that it would open again any time soon. Boomer banged the sealed doors in frustration. "Well, that's just lovely." He cast a glance to the other end of compartment. An identical set of doors separated the five from the main engine room. What the extent of the damage was in there, none of the five warriors knew, but guessing from the force of the blast, it had to be extensive. Jolly and Giles were having an e barrels down." "Do you think one of them exploded?" Boomer shook his head " I don't know" then he glanced at Starbuck "I *was* a bit preoccupied by the wall of fire coming at me." Then Boomer looked back at the closed doors. "Let just find a way out of here so we can figure that out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~ "Frak!" Jensen jumped back from the small explosion of sparks, shaking his singed fingers. The blast door had opened a few centimetrons, then hissed shut. From the looks of the smoldering control panel, it didn't look too hopeful that it would open again any time soon. Boomer banged the sealed doors in frustration. "Well, that's just lovely." He cast a glance to the other end of compartment. An identical set of doors separated the five from the main engine room. What the extent of the damage was in there, none of the five warriors knew, but guessing from the force of the blast, it had to be extensive. Jolly and Giles were having an e barrels down." "Do you think one of them exploded?" Boomer shook his head " I don't know" then he glanced at Starbuck "I *was* a bit preoccupied by the wall of fire coming at me." Then Boomer looked back at the closed doors. "Let just find a way out of here so we can figure that out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~ "Frak!" Jensen jumped back from the small explosion of sparks, shaking his singed fingers. The blast door had opened a few centimetrons, then hissed shut. From the looks of the smoldering control panel, it didn't look too hopeful that it would open again any time soon. Boomer banged the sealed doors in frustration. "Well, that's just lovely." He cast a glance to the other end of compartment. An identical set of doors separated the five from the main engine room. What the extent of the damage was in there, none of the five warriors knew, but guessing from the force of the blast, it had to be extensive. Jolly and Giles were having an nished up and put the sealer away. "I should have known it was Starbuck's fault. It's always Starbuck's fault. That fact that we are in here an not in the OC is Starbuck's fault." "Hey." Starbuck protested. "I didn't do anything to cause that explosion!" "No... but..."Boomer began as he stared at the double reinforced blast doors that had saved all their lives. They had just set down the large engine casing when there was a flash and the blast doors came crashing down, preventing the explosion in the engine room from reaching them. Of course, it didn't prevent the shock wave from ripping through the flooring sending them all flying. Boomer had grabbed at Starbuck to steady himself when the lieutenant's elbow had connected with his head. "But, what, Boomer?" Giles asked. "Did you see something?" "Besides a wall of flames coming right at us?" Starbuck interjected. "Yah, maybe," Boomer turned back to them. "It looked like the explosion came from the area where we set thosnished up and put the sealer away. "I should have known it was Starbuck's fault. It's always Starbuck's fault. That fact that we are in here an not in the OC is Starbuck's fault." "Hey." Starbuck protested. "I didn't do anything to cause that explosion!" "No... but..."Boomer began as he stared at the double reinforced blast doors that had saved all their lives. They had just set down the large engine casing when there was a flash and the blast doors came crashing down, preventing the explosion in the engine room from reaching them. Of course, it didn't prevent the shock wave from ripping through the flooring sending them all flying. Boomer had grabbed at Starbuck to steady himself when the lieutenant's elbow had connected with his head. "But, what, Boomer?" Giles asked. "Did you see something?" "Besides a wall of flames coming right at us?" Starbuck interjected. "Yah, maybe," Boomer turned back to them. "It looked like the explosion came from the area where we set thosequal lack of success in establishing contact with the bridge of the freighter as they alternated pacing around the com panel with jabbing the button in what had so far been futile attempts to raise more than static from it. Whether the problem was isolated to their position or was ship-wide they had no way of knowing. Starbuck was leaning against the wall, watching the others, his injured arm cradled against his chest. Despite the splint and the large dose of pain killer from the medkit, and despite his statements to the contrary, it was obvious to Boomer that his friend was in a great deal of pain. Boomer almost regretted that he and the others had teased him about being responsible for the mess they were in. Almost. Sure, it was just dumb, bad luck that they had been where they were when the explosion had occurred. That some forgetful - or maybe incompentent - crew member had left barrels of a highly flammable solvent next to the main generators. Boomer couldn't fathequal lack of success in establishing contact with the bridge of the freighter as they alternated pacing around the com panel with jabbing the button in what had so far been futile attempts to raise more than static from it. Whether the problem was isolated to their position or was ship-wide they had no way of knowing. Starbuck was leaning against the wall, watching the others, his injured arm cradled against his chest. Despite the splint and the large dose of pain killer from the medkit, and despite his statements to the contrary, it was obvious to Boomer that his friend was in a great deal of pain. Boomer almost regretted that he and the others had teased him about being responsible for the mess they were in. Almost. Sure, it was just dumb, bad luck that they had been where they were when the explosion had occurred. That some forgetful - or maybe incompentent - crew member had left barrels of a highly flammable solvent next to the main generators. Boomer couldn't fathequal lack of success in establishing contact with the bridge of the freighter as they alternated pacing around the com panel with jabbing the button in what had so far been futile attempts to raise more than static from it. Whether the problem was isolated to their position or was ship-wide they had no way of knowing. Starbuck was leaning against the wall, watching the others, his injured arm cradled against his chest. Despite the splint and the large dose of pain killer from the medkit, and despite his statements to the contrary, it was obvious to Boomer that his friend was in a great deal of pain. Boomer almost regretted that he and the others had teased him about being responsible for the mess they were in. Almost. Sure, it was just dumb, bad luck that they had been where they were when the explosion had occurred. That some forgetful - or maybe incompentent - crew member had left barrels of a highly flammable solvent next to the main generators. Boomer couldn't fatho Dr. Wilker and he says he doesn't think the centurions are capable of flying at this point." Adama's expression darkened, "Did you tell him that we don't have any other alternatives?" Tigh was clearly exasperated from the conversation he'd just had with the Chief Scientist, "Yes sir, but he is quite adamant and insists that if you'd see them for yourself, you'd realize that they can't fly." Adama gritted his teeth, "The man can be so damned obstinate," he looked at Apollo and Sheba, "Both of you get down there right away and report back to me immediately. He's got exactly three centons to prove to the both of you why those centurions can't fly." "Yes sir!" Apollo nodded, feeling his father's exasperation as well, as both he and his financee turned and left the bridge at a fast pace. No sooner had they both gone, when Athena came up to join her father and the executive officer. "Commander," Athena said, "Only two ships are hemmed inside the mine field besides us. The e barrels down." "Do you think one of them exploded?" Boomer shook his head " I don't know" then he glanced at Starbuck "I *was* a bit preoccupied by the wall of fire coming at me." Then Boomer looked back at the closed doors. "Let just find a way out of here so we can figure that out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~ "Frak!" Jensen jumped back from the small explosion of sparks, shaking his singed fingers. The blast door had opened a few centimetrons, then hissed shut. From the looks of the smoldering control panel, it didn't look too hopeful that it would open again any time soon. Boomer banged the sealed doors in frustration. "Well, that's just lovely." He cast a glance to the other end of compartment. An identical set of doors separated the five from the main engine room. What the extent of the damage was in there, none of the five warriors knew, but guessing from the force of the blast, it had to be extensive. Jolly and Giles were having an e barrels down." "Do you think one of them exploded?" Boomer shook his head " I don't know" then he glanced at Starbuck "I *was* a bit preoccupied by the wall of fire coming at me." Then Boomer looked back at the closed doors. "Let just find a way out of here so we can figure that out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~ "Frak!" Jensen jumped back from the small explosion of sparks, shaking his singed fingers. The blast door had opened a few centimetrons, then hissed shut. From the looks of the smoldering control panel, it didn't look too hopeful that it would open again any time soon. Boomer banged the sealed doors in frustration. "Well, that's just lovely." He cast a glance to the other end of compartment. An identical set of doors separated the five from the main engine room. What the extent of the damage was in there, none of the five warriors knew, but guessing from the force of the blast, it had to be extensive. Jolly and Giles were having an equal lack of success in establishing contact with the bridge of the freighter as they alternated pacing around the com panel with jabbing the button in what had so far been futile attempts to raise more than static from it. Whether the problem was isolated to their position or was ship-wide they had no way of knowing. Starbuck was leaning against the wall, watching the others, his injured arm cradled against his chest. Despite the splint and the large dose of pain killer from the medkit, and despite his statements to the contrary, it was obvious to Boomer that his friend was in a great deal of pain. Boomer almost regretted that he and the others had teased him about being responsible for the mess they were in. Almost. Sure, it was just dumb, bad luck that they had been where they were when the explosion had occurred. That some forgetful - or maybe incompentent - crew member had left barrels of a highly flammable solvent next to the main generators. Boomer couldn't fathequal lack of success in establishing contact with the bridge of the freighter as they alternated pacing around the com panel with jabbing the button in what had so far been futile attempts to raise more than static from it. Whether the problem was isolated to their position or was ship-wide they had no way of knowing. Starbuck was leaning against the wall, watching the others, his injured arm cradled against his chest. Despite the splint and the large dose of pain killer from the medkit, and despite his statements to the contrary, it was obvious to Boomer that his friend was in a great deal of pain. Boomer almost regretted that he and the others had teased him about being responsible for the mess they were in. Almost. Sure, it was just dumb, bad luck that they had been where they were when the explosion had occurred. That some forgetful - or maybe incompentent - crew member had left barrels of a highly flammable solvent next to the main generators. Boomer couldn't fathequal lack of success in establishing contact with the bridge of the freighter as they alternated pacing around the com panel with jabbing the button in what had so far been futile attempts to raise more than static from it. Whether the problem was isolated to their position or was ship-wide they had no way of knowing. Starbuck was leaning against the wall, watching the others, his injured arm cradled against his chest. Despite the splint and the large dose of pain killer from the medkit, and despite his statements to the contrary, it was obvious to Boomer that his friend was in a great deal of pain. Boomer almost regretted that he and the others had teased him about being responsible for the mess they were in. Almost. Sure, it was just dumb, bad luck that they had been where they were when the explosion had occurred. That some forgetful - or maybe incompentent - crew member had left barrels of a highly flammable solvent next to the main generators. Boomer couldn't fathe barrels down." "Do you think one of them exploded?" Boomer shook his head " I don't know" then he glanced at Starbuck "I *was* a bit preoccupied by the wall of fire coming at me." Then Boomer looked back at the closed doors. "Let just find a way out of here so we can figure that out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~ "Frak!" Jensen jumped back from the small explosion of sparks, shaking his singed fingers. The blast door had opened a few centimetrons, then hissed shut. From the looks of the smoldering control panel, it didn't look too hopeful that it would open again any time soon. Boomer banged the sealed doors in frustration. "Well, that's just lovely." He cast a glance to the other end of compartment. An identical set of doors separated the five from the main engine room. What the extent of the damage was in there, none of the five warriors knew, but guessing from the force of the blast, it had to be extensive. Jolly and Giles were having an e barrels down." "Do you think one of them exploded?" Boomer shook his head " I don't know" then he glanced at Starbuck "I *was* a bit preoccupied by the wall of fire coming at me." Then Boomer looked back at the closed doors. "Let just find a way out of here so we can figure that out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~ "Frak!" Jensen jumped back from the small explosion of sparks, shaking his singed fingers. The blast door had opened a few centimetrons, then hissed shut. From the looks of the smoldering control panel, it didn't look too hopeful that it would open again any time soon. Boomer banged the sealed doors in frustration. "Well, that's just lovely." He cast a glance to the other end of compartment. An identical set of doors separated the five from the main engine room. What the extent of the damage was in there, none of the five warriors knew, but guessing from the force of the blast, it had to be extensive. Jolly and Giles were having an om how moving those crates to a more secure location could have resulted in that explosion, but they had certainly exacerbated whatever had happened. So, yeah, the explosion itself was hardly Starbuck's fault. However, the reason they were all aboard this freighter in the first place, pulling a disciplinary inspection tour, was undeniably due to Starbuck's hotheadedness. Boomer grimaced at the memory of that night in the Galactica 's O.C. - how an impulsive bet between the lieutenant and a blackshirt had led to a brawl. Boomer, Giles, Jolly, and Jensen had been the unwitting and unwilling participants, but participants nonetheless in the eyes of the commander and Colonel Tigh. Thus, the group of warriors had been assigned to secton's worth of maintenance inspections throughout the Fleet. A pungent, burning odor broken Boomer's train of thought and his eyes shot upwards towards the air vent. "Frak!" he exclaimed. "Smoke in the ventilation system. Anyone see any breathers?"om how moving those crates to a more secure location could have resulted in that explosion, but they had certainly exacerbated whatever had happened. So, yeah, the explosion itself was hardly Starbuck's fault. However, the reason they were all aboard this freighter in the first place, pulling a disciplinary inspection tour, was undeniably due to Starbuck's hotheadedness. Boomer grimaced at the memory of that night in the Galactica 's O.C. - how an impulsive bet between the lieutenant and a blackshirt had led to a brawl. Boomer, Giles, Jolly, and Jensen had been the unwitting and unwilling participants, but participants nonetheless in the eyes of the commander and Colonel Tigh. Thus, the group of warriors had been assigned to secton's worth of maintenance inspections throughout the Fleet. A pungent, burning odor broken Boomer's train of thought and his eyes shot upwards towards the air vent. "Frak!" he exclaimed. "Smoke in the ventilation system. Anyone see any breathers?"om how moving those crates to a more secure location could have resulted in that explosion, but they had certainly exacerbated whatever had happened. So, yeah, the explosion itself was hardly Starbuck's fault. However, the reason they were all aboard this freighter in the first place, pulling a disciplinary inspection tour, was undeniably due to Starbuck's hotheadedness. Boomer grimaced at the memory of that night in the Galactica 's O.C. - how an impulsive bet between the lieutenant and a blackshirt had led to a brawl. Boomer, Giles, Jolly, and Jensen had been the unwitting and unwilling participants, but participants nonetheless in the eyes of the commander and Colonel Tigh. Thus, the group of warriors had been assigned to secton's worth of maintenance inspections throughout the Fleet. A pungent, burning odor broken Boomer's train of thought and his eyes shot upwards towards the air vent. "Frak!" he exclaimed. "Smoke in the ventilation system. Anyone see any breathers?" Electronics Ship, and a passenger freighter, the Nebulae." she paused, "That was where Starbuck and most of Blue Squadron were conducting inspection duty." Adama's eyebrows went up in concern. "Any word from them?" "The Nebulae's captain reports that they struck one of the mines and it breached one compartment and cut off access to her lower decks." She took a breath, clearly trying to hide the concern she was feeling inside. "All internal communications are out, and there's no word from Starbuck and his inspection team. It'll take at least a few centars before they can send some teams belowdecks to figure out if they're still okay." Her father nodded, "I....see. Tell the Nebulae's captain to use his best judgment in handling tha and have him update me whenever there's any news to report on it." "Yes sir," Athena nodded, "Do you want me to tell Apollo and Sheba about this when they get done with Dr. Wilker?" Adama hesitated for an instant and then shook his heequal lack of success in establishing contact with the bridge of the freighter as they alternated pacing around the com panel with jabbing the button in what had so far been futile attempts to raise more than static from it. Whether the problem was isolated to their position or was ship-wide they had no way of knowing. Starbuck was leaning against the wall, watching the others, his injured arm cradled against his chest. Despite the splint and the large dose of pain killer from the medkit, and despite his statements to the contrary, it was obvious to Boomer that his friend was in a great deal of pain. Boomer almost regretted that he and the others had teased him about being responsible for the mess they were in. Almost. Sure, it was just dumb, bad luck that they had been where they were when the explosion had occurred. That some forgetful - or maybe incompentent - crew member had left barrels of a highly flammable solvent next to the main generators. Boomer couldn't fathequal lack of success in establishing contact with the bridge of the freighter as they alternated pacing around the com panel with jabbing the button in what had so far been futile attempts to raise more than static from it. Whether the problem was isolated to their position or was ship-wide they had no way of knowing. Starbuck was leaning against the wall, watching the others, his injured arm cradled against his chest. Despite the splint and the large dose of pain killer from the medkit, and despite his statements to the contrary, it was obvious to Boomer that his friend was in a great deal of pain. Boomer almost regretted that he and the others had teased him about being responsible for the mess they were in. Almost. Sure, it was just dumb, bad luck that they had been where they were when the explosion had occurred. That some forgetful - or maybe incompentent - crew member had left barrels of a highly flammable solvent next to the main generators. Boomer couldn't fathom how moving those crates to a more secure location could have resulted in that explosion, but they had certainly exacerbated whatever had happened. So, yeah, the explosion itself was hardly Starbuck's fault. However, the reason they were all aboard this freighter in the first place, pulling a disciplinary inspection tour, was undeniably due to Starbuck's hotheadedness. Boomer grimaced at the memory of that night in the Galactica 's O.C. - how an impulsive bet between the lieutenant and a blackshirt had led to a brawl. Boomer, Giles, Jolly, and Jensen had been the unwitting and unwilling participants, but participants nonetheless in the eyes of the commander and Colonel Tigh. Thus, the group of warriors had been assigned to secton's worth of maintenance inspections throughout the Fleet. A pungent, burning odor broken Boomer's train of thought and his eyes shot upwards towards the air vent. "Frak!" he exclaimed. "Smoke in the ventilation system. Anyone see any breathers?"om how moving those crates to a more secure location could have resulted in that explosion, but they had certainly exacerbated whatever had happened. So, yeah, the explosion itself was hardly Starbuck's fault. However, the reason they were all aboard this freighter in the first place, pulling a disciplinary inspection tour, was undeniably due to Starbuck's hotheadedness. Boomer grimaced at the memory of that night in the Galactica 's O.C. - how an impulsive bet between the lieutenant and a blackshirt had led to a brawl. Boomer, Giles, Jolly, and Jensen had been the unwitting and unwilling participants, but participants nonetheless in the eyes of the commander and Colonel Tigh. Thus, the group of warriors had been assigned to secton's worth of maintenance inspections throughout the Fleet. A pungent, burning odor broken Boomer's train of thought and his eyes shot upwards towards the air vent. "Frak!" he exclaimed. "Smoke in the ventilation system. Anyone see any breathers?"om how moving those crates to a more secure location could have resulted in that explosion, but they had certainly exacerbated whatever had happened. So, yeah, the explosion itself was hardly Starbuck's fault. However, the reason they were all aboard this freighter in the first place, pulling a disciplinary inspection tour, was undeniably due to Starbuck's hotheadedness. Boomer grimaced at the memory of that night in the Galactica 's O.C. - how an impulsive bet between the lieutenant and a blackshirt had led to a brawl. Boomer, Giles, Jolly, and Jensen had been the unwitting and unwilling participants, but participants nonetheless in the eyes of the commander and Colonel Tigh. Thus, the group of warriors had been assigned to secton's worth of maintenance inspections throughout the Fleet. A pungent, burning odor broken Boomer's train of thought and his eyes shot upwards towards the air vent. "Frak!" he exclaimed. "Smoke in the ventilation system. Anyone see any breathers?"equal lack of success in establishing contact with the bridge of the freighter as they alternated pacing around the com panel with jabbing the button in what had so far been futile attempts to raise more than static from it. Whether the problem was isolated to their position or was ship-wide they had no way of knowing. Starbuck was leaning against the wall, watching the others, his injured arm cradled against his chest. Despite the splint and the large dose of pain killer from the medkit, and despite his statements to the contrary, it was obvious to Boomer that his friend was in a great deal of pain. Boomer almost regretted that he and the others had teased him about being responsible for the mess they were in. Almost. Sure, it was just dumb, bad luck that they had been where they were when the explosion had occurred. That some forgetful - or maybe incompentent - crew member had left barrels of a highly flammable solvent next to the main generators. Boomer couldn't fathequal lack of success in establishing contact with the bridge of the freighter as they alternated pacing around the com panel with jabbing the button in what had so far been futile attempts to raise more than static from it. Whether the problem was isolated to their position or was ship-wide they had no way of knowing. Starbuck was leaning against the wall, watching the others, his injured arm cradled against his chest. Despite the splint and the large dose of pain killer from the medkit, and despite his statements to the contrary, it was obvious to Boomer that his friend was in a great deal of pain. Boomer almost regretted that he and the others had teased him about being responsible for the mess they were in. Almost. Sure, it was just dumb, bad luck that they had been where they were when the explosion had occurred. That some forgetful - or maybe incompentent - crew member had left barrels of a highly flammable solvent next to the main generators. Boomer couldn't fath ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A pungent, burning odor broken Boomer's train of thought and his eyes shot upwards towards the air vent. "Frak!" he exclaimed. "Smoke in the ventilation system. Anyone see any breathers?" "Got 'em right here, sir!" Jensen said as he delicately picked up the separate emergency kit, that had fallen loose from its mounting on the wall. "We've got enough to last a few centars if we need them." "Well at least there's one thing about this ship that doesn't seem fracked up," Boomer grunted, wishing that Jensen would stop calling him, "sir." It was the one thing about the younger warrior that annoyed him. He then went back over to where Starbuck was still cradling his injured arm. "Feeling any better?" Boomer decided to throw his friend a straight line for no other reason except that hearing one of Starbuck's patented quips was bound to make things feel better for Boomer at least. His friend didn't disappoint him, "You probably want my recov ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A pungent, burning odor broken Boomer's train of thought and his eyes shot upwards towards the air vent. "Frak!" he exclaimed. "Smoke in the ventilation system. Anyone see any breathers?" "Got 'em right here, sir!" Jensen said as he delicately picked up the separate emergency kit, that had fallen loose from its mounting on the wall. "We've got enough to last a few centars if we need them." "Well at least there's one thing about this ship that doesn't seem fracked up," Boomer grunted, wishing that Jensen would stop calling him, "sir." It was the one thing about the younger warrior that annoyed him. He then went back over to where Starbuck was still cradling his injured arm. "Feeling any better?" Boomer decided to throw his friend a straight line for no other reason except that hearing one of Starbuck's patented quips was bound to make things feel better for Boomer at least. His friend didn't disappoint him, "You probably want my recov ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A pungent, burning odor broken Boomer's train of thought and his eyes shot upwards towards the air vent. "Frak!" he exclaimed. "Smoke in the ventilation system. Anyone see any breathers?" "Got 'em right here, sir!" Jensen said as he delicately picked up the separate emergency kit, that had fallen loose from its mounting on the wall. "We've got enough to last a few centars if we need them." "Well at least there's one thing about this ship that doesn't seem fracked up," Boomer grunted, wishing that Jensen would stop calling him, "sir." It was the one thing about the younger warrior that annoyed him. He then went back over to where Starbuck was still cradling his injured arm. "Feeling any better?" Boomer decided to throw his friend a straight line for no other reason except that hearing one of Starbuck's patented quips was bound to make things feel better for Boomer at least. His friend didn't disappoint him, "You probably want my recovad, "No. Not now. We'll let them know later. For now, our first priorities unfortunately lie elsewhere," he looked his daughter in the eye. "I hope that's clear with you too, Athena." "Quite clear, Father," she said firmly as she then abruptly turned and headed back down to her station. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Okay, Jolly," Boomer said, "We're all ears. How do we get out?" "Back here, there's a ventilator shaft that leads one deck down to keel level." the corpulent warrior pointed at the floor. "I noticed it when we cleared away the crates. We can each go through the shaft and go out in a compartment that's clear for us to get to the main levels." "If you think you can fit through one of those holes, you're out of your mind, Jolly." Giles snorted with disgust. "And that goes for those of us who've managed to stay in shape too. They're all too small." "He's right, Jolly," Boomer said as the memory of being trapped in the Rejuventation Center aboard the Galactica seveom how moving those crates to a more secure location could have resulted in that explosion, but they had certainly exacerbated whatever had happened. So, yeah, the explosion itself was hardly Starbuck's fault. However, the reason they were all aboard this freighter in the first place, pulling a disciplinary inspection tour, was undeniably due to Starbuck's hotheadedness. Boomer grimaced at the memory of that night in the Galactica 's O.C. - how an impulsive bet between the lieutenant and a blackshirt had led to a brawl. Boomer, Giles, Jolly, and Jensen had been the unwitting and unwilling participants, but participants nonetheless in the eyes of the commander and Colonel Tigh. Thus, the group of warriors had been assigned to secton's worth of maintenance inspections throughout the Fleet. A pungent, burning odor broken Boomer's train of thought and his eyes shot upwards towards the air vent. "Frak!" he exclaimed. "Smoke in the ventilation system. Anyone see any breathers?"om how moving those crates to a more secure location could have resulted in that explosion, but they had certainly exacerbated whatever had happened. So, yeah, the explosion itself was hardly Starbuck's fault. However, the reason they were all aboard this freighter in the first place, pulling a disciplinary inspection tour, was undeniably due to Starbuck's hotheadedness. Boomer grimaced at the memory of that night in the Galactica 's O.C. - how an impulsive bet between the lieutenant and a blackshirt had led to a brawl. Boomer, Giles, Jolly, and Jensen had been the unwitting and unwilling participants, but participants nonetheless in the eyes of the commander and Colonel Tigh. Thus, the group of warriors had been assigned to secton's worth of maintenance inspections throughout the Fleet. A pungent, burning odor broken Boomer's train of thought and his eyes shot upwards towards the air vent. "Frak!" he exclaimed. "Smoke in the ventilation system. Anyone see any breathers?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A pungent, burning odor broken Boomer's train of thought and his eyes shot upwards towards the air vent. "Frak!" he exclaimed. "Smoke in the ventilation system. Anyone see any breathers?" "Got 'em right here, sir!" Jensen said as he delicately picked up the separate emergency kit, that had fallen loose from its mounting on the wall. "We've got enough to last a few centars if we need them." "Well at least there's one thing about this ship that doesn't seem fracked up," Boomer grunted, wishing that Jensen would stop calling him, "sir." It was the one thing about the younger warrior that annoyed him. He then went back over to where Starbuck was still cradling his injured arm. "Feeling any better?" Boomer decided to throw his friend a straight line for no other reason except that hearing one of Starbuck's patented quips was bound to make things feel better for Boomer at least. His friend didn't disappoint him, "You probably want my recov ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A pungent, burning odor broken Boomer's train of thought and his eyes shot upwards towards the air vent. "Frak!" he exclaimed. "Smoke in the ventilation system. Anyone see any breathers?" "Got 'em right here, sir!" Jensen said as he delicately picked up the separate emergency kit, that had fallen loose from its mounting on the wall. "We've got enough to last a few centars if we need them." "Well at least there's one thing about this ship that doesn't seem fracked up," Boomer grunted, wishing that Jensen would stop calling him, "sir." It was the one thing about the younger warrior that annoyed him. He then went back over to where Starbuck was still cradling his injured arm. "Feeling any better?" Boomer decided to throw his friend a straight line for no other reason except that hearing one of Starbuck's patented quips was bound to make things feel better for Boomer at least. His friend didn't disappoint him, "You probably want my recov ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A pungent, burning odor broken Boomer's train of thought and his eyes shot upwards towards the air vent. "Frak!" he exclaimed. "Smoke in the ventilation system. Anyone see any breathers?" "Got 'em right here, sir!" Jensen said as he delicately picked up the separate emergency kit, that had fallen loose from its mounting on the wall. "We've got enough to last a few centars if we need them." "Well at least there's one thing about this ship that doesn't seem fracked up," Boomer grunted, wishing that Jensen would stop calling him, "sir." It was the one thing about the younger warrior that annoyed him. He then went back over to where Starbuck was still cradling his injured arm. "Feeling any better?" Boomer decided to throw his friend a straight line for no other reason except that hearing one of Starbuck's patented quips was bound to make things feel better for Boomer at least. His friend didn't disappoint him, "You probably want my recovom how moving those crates to a more secure location could have resulted in that explosion, but they had certainly exacerbated whatever had happened. So, yeah, the explosion itself was hardly Starbuck's fault. However, the reason they were all aboard this freighter in the first place, pulling a disciplinary inspection tour, was undeniably due to Starbuck's hotheadedness. Boomer grimaced at the memory of that night in the Galactica 's O.C. - how an impulsive bet between the lieutenant and a blackshirt had led to a brawl. Boomer, Giles, Jolly, and Jensen had been the unwitting and unwilling participants, but participants nonetheless in the eyes of the commander and Colonel Tigh. Thus, the group of warriors had been assigned to secton's worth of maintenance inspections throughout the Fleet. A pungent, burning odor broken Boomer's train of thought and his eyes shot upwards towards the air vent. "Frak!" he exclaimed. "Smoke in the ventilation system. Anyone see any breathers?"om how moving those crates to a more secure location could have resulted in that explosion, but they had certainly exacerbated whatever had happened. So, yeah, the explosion itself was hardly Starbuck's fault. However, the reason they were all aboard this freighter in the first place, pulling a disciplinary inspection tour, was undeniably due to Starbuck's hotheadedness. Boomer grimaced at the memory of that night in the Galactica 's O.C. - how an impulsive bet between the lieutenant and a blackshirt had led to a brawl. Boomer, Giles, Jolly, and Jensen had been the unwitting and unwilling participants, but participants nonetheless in the eyes of the commander and Colonel Tigh. Thus, the group of warriors had been assigned to secton's worth of maintenance inspections throughout the Fleet. A pungent, burning odor broken Boomer's train of thought and his eyes shot upwards towards the air vent. "Frak!" he exclaimed. "Smoke in the ventilation system. Anyone see any breathers?"ery to be slow enough to guarantee you and Castor the win in our next triad match." Boomer managed to smile, "I still say we could beat you this time if our arms were in the same shape, Bucko." he patted him on his good shoulder. "Hang tight. We need to see if we can find a way out and then find out what happened." ************************************************ ************ ******************** When Apollo reached the Bridge, he was surprised to see not the frantic activity of crewmen moving about in response to a crisis, but instead everyone seemed frozen at their positions. Even more surprising was the strange hush that filled the vast room. "Father?" Apollo didn't bother with protocol as he made his way to the upper level where Adama and Colonel Tigh were both hunched over Omega's shoulder. There was no response from the commander as he leaned closer to stare at Omega's console. Finally, the Bridge Officer broke the silence. "They're finally showing up now, Cery to be slow enough to guarantee you and Castor the win in our next triad match." Boomer managed to smile, "I still say we could beat you this time if our arms were in the same shape, Bucko." he patted him on his good shoulder. "Hang tight. We need to see if we can find a way out and then find out what happened." ************************************************ ************ ******************** When Apollo reached the Bridge, he was surprised to see not the frantic activity of crewmen moving about in response to a crisis, but instead everyone seemed frozen at their positions. Even more surprising was the strange hush that filled the vast room. "Father?" Apollo didn't bother with protocol as he made his way to the upper level where Adama and Colonel Tigh were both hunched over Omega's shoulder. There was no response from the commander as he leaned closer to stare at Omega's console. Finally, the Bridge Officer broke the silence. "They're finally showing up now, Cery to be slow enough to guarantee you and Castor the win in our next triad match." Boomer managed to smile, "I still say we could beat you this time if our arms were in the same shape, Bucko." he patted him on his good shoulder. "Hang tight. We need to see if we can find a way out and then find out what happened." ************************************************ ************ ******************** When Apollo reached the Bridge, he was surprised to see not the frantic activity of crewmen moving about in response to a crisis, but instead everyone seemed frozen at their positions. Even more surprising was the strange hush that filled the vast room. "Father?" Apollo didn't bother with protocol as he made his way to the upper level where Adama and Colonel Tigh were both hunched over Omega's shoulder. There was no response from the commander as he leaned closer to stare at Omega's console. Finally, the Bridge Officer broke the silence. "They're finally showing up now, Cral sectars before came back to him. "Now maybe if we had Muffit here like that last time I was trapped to ferry a message out, that would be one thing but------" "Look, you clowns, the shaft is not that small, or else I wouldn't have brought the subject up!" Jolly interrupted angrily. "On freighters like the Nebulae, they also serve as maintenance ducts. I remember reading that in the technical journals we had to go through before we reported to this bucket. They're perfectly okay for us to go through! Look for yourself!" Jensen and Giles made their way over to him and looked down. "I'll be damned, you're right!" Giles said, "Jolly, accept my apologies." "Just buy me the next round at the club and I'll know you mean it." he said, "Okay, all we got to do is blast away the grate and then we can all lower ourselves in one at a time." "Wait a centon," Boomer spoke up, "Blast away the grate opening so we can get into it? Jolly, that's all well and good, but in case ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A pungent, burning odor broken Boomer's train of thought and his eyes shot upwards towards the air vent. "Frak!" he exclaimed. "Smoke in the ventilation system. Anyone see any breathers?" "Got 'em right here, sir!" Jensen said as he delicately picked up the separate emergency kit, that had fallen loose from its mounting on the wall. "We've got enough to last a few centars if we need them." "Well at least there's one thing about this ship that doesn't seem fracked up," Boomer grunted, wishing that Jensen would stop calling him, "sir." It was the one thing about the younger warrior that annoyed him. He then went back over to where Starbuck was still cradling his injured arm. "Feeling any better?" Boomer decided to throw his friend a straight line for no other reason except that hearing one of Starbuck's patented quips was bound to make things feel better for Boomer at least. His friend didn't disappoint him, "You probably want my recov ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A pungent, burning odor broken Boomer's train of thought and his eyes shot upwards towards the air vent. "Frak!" he exclaimed. "Smoke in the ventilation system. Anyone see any breathers?" "Got 'em right here, sir!" Jensen said as he delicately picked up the separate emergency kit, that had fallen loose from its mounting on the wall. "We've got enough to last a few centars if we need them." "Well at least there's one thing about this ship that doesn't seem fracked up," Boomer grunted, wishing that Jensen would stop calling him, "sir." It was the one thing about the younger warrior that annoyed him. He then went back over to where Starbuck was still cradling his injured arm. "Feeling any better?" Boomer decided to throw his friend a straight line for no other reason except that hearing one of Starbuck's patented quips was bound to make things feel better for Boomer at least. His friend didn't disappoint him, "You probably want my recovery to be slow enough to guarantee you and Castor the win in our next triad match." Boomer managed to smile, "I still say we could beat you this time if our arms were in the same shape, Bucko." he patted him on his good shoulder. "Hang tight. We need to see if we can find a way out and then find out what happened." ************************************************ ************ ******************** When Apollo reached the Bridge, he was surprised to see not the frantic activity of crewmen moving about in response to a crisis, but instead everyone seemed frozen at their positions. Even more surprising was the strange hush that filled the vast room. "Father?" Apollo didn't bother with protocol as he made his way to the upper level where Adama and Colonel Tigh were both hunched over Omega's shoulder. There was no response from the commander as he leaned closer to stare at Omega's console. Finally, the Bridge Officer broke the silence. "They're finally showing up now, Cery to be slow enough to guarantee you and Castor the win in our next triad match." Boomer managed to smile, "I still say we could beat you this time if our arms were in the same shape, Bucko." he patted him on his good shoulder. "Hang tight. We need to see if we can find a way out and then find out what happened." ************************************************ ************ ******************** When Apollo reached the Bridge, he was surprised to see not the frantic activity of crewmen moving about in response to a crisis, but instead everyone seemed frozen at their positions. Even more surprising was the strange hush that filled the vast room. "Father?" Apollo didn't bother with protocol as he made his way to the upper level where Adama and Colonel Tigh were both hunched over Omega's shoulder. There was no response from the commander as he leaned closer to stare at Omega's console. Finally, the Bridge Officer broke the silence. "They're finally showing up now, Cery to be slow enough to guarantee you and Castor the win in our next triad match." Boomer managed to smile, "I still say we could beat you this time if our arms were in the same shape, Bucko." he patted him on his good shoulder. "Hang tight. We need to see if we can find a way out and then find out what happened." ************************************************ ************ ******************** When Apollo reached the Bridge, he was surprised to see not the frantic activity of crewmen moving about in response to a crisis, but instead everyone seemed frozen at their positions. Even more surprising was the strange hush that filled the vast room. "Father?" Apollo didn't bother with protocol as he made his way to the upper level where Adama and Colonel Tigh were both hunched over Omega's shoulder. There was no response from the commander as he leaned closer to stare at Omega's console. Finally, the Bridge Officer broke the silence. "They're finally showing up now, C ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A pungent, burning odor broken Boomer's train of thought and his eyes shot upwards towards the air vent. "Frak!" he exclaimed. "Smoke in the ventilation system. Anyone see any breathers?" "Got 'em right here, sir!" Jensen said as he delicately picked up the separate emergency kit, that had fallen loose from its mounting on the wall. "We've got enough to last a few centars if we need them." "Well at least there's one thing about this ship that doesn't seem fracked up," Boomer grunted, wishing that Jensen would stop calling him, "sir." It was the one thing about the younger warrior that annoyed him. He then went back over to where Starbuck was still cradling his injured arm. "Feeling any better?" Boomer decided to throw his friend a straight line for no other reason except that hearing one of Starbuck's patented quips was bound to make things feel better for Boomer at least. His friend didn't disappoint him, "You probably want my recov ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A pungent, burning odor broken Boomer's train of thought and his eyes shot upwards towards the air vent. "Frak!" he exclaimed. "Smoke in the ventilation system. Anyone see any breathers?" "Got 'em right here, sir!" Jensen said as he delicately picked up the separate emergency kit, that had fallen loose from its mounting on the wall. "We've got enough to last a few centars if we need them." "Well at least there's one thing about this ship that doesn't seem fracked up," Boomer grunted, wishing that Jensen would stop calling him, "sir." It was the one thing about the younger warrior that annoyed him. He then went back over to where Starbuck was still cradling his injured arm. "Feeling any better?" Boomer decided to throw his friend a straight line for no other reason except that hearing one of Starbuck's patented quips was bound to make things feel better for Boomer at least. His friend didn't disappoint him, "You probably want my recovommander. At least twenty of them on all sides.....Sir, this really doesn't look good. For now, we're completely hemmed in." "Damn," Adama whispered, "We couldn't be in a worse position for this to happen. Keep us at dead stop for the moment and tell all the ships at our rear to reverse engines so they can stay clear of all this." "Father?" Apollo repeated, "What happened?" Adama rose and finally noticed his son. "Oh. Apollo. We've run into something totally unexpected. We've entered a quadrant of space that seems mined in every conceivable directions." "Mined?" Apollo was taken aback. "I thought our scanners were programmed to detect those kinds of things." "Not these mines, apparently. They don't match any known Cylon weaponry, so either they've built something new or else we've stumbled across something planted by another species entirely. Whatever the case though, we didn't notice them until after the Galactica and at least several other ships in thommander. At least twenty of them on all sides.....Sir, this really doesn't look good. For now, we're completely hemmed in." "Damn," Adama whispered, "We couldn't be in a worse position for this to happen. Keep us at dead stop for the moment and tell all the ships at our rear to reverse engines so they can stay clear of all this." "Father?" Apollo repeated, "What happened?" Adama rose and finally noticed his son. "Oh. Apollo. We've run into something totally unexpected. We've entered a quadrant of space that seems mined in every conceivable directions." "Mined?" Apollo was taken aback. "I thought our scanners were programmed to detect those kinds of things." "Not these mines, apparently. They don't match any known Cylon weaponry, so either they've built something new or else we've stumbled across something planted by another species entirely. Whatever the case though, we didn't notice them until after the Galactica and at least several other ships in thommander. At least twenty of them on all sides.....Sir, this really doesn't look good. For now, we're completely hemmed in." "Damn," Adama whispered, "We couldn't be in a worse position for this to happen. Keep us at dead stop for the moment and tell all the ships at our rear to reverse engines so they can stay clear of all this." "Father?" Apollo repeated, "What happened?" Adama rose and finally noticed his son. "Oh. Apollo. We've run into something totally unexpected. We've entered a quadrant of space that seems mined in every conceivable directions." "Mined?" Apollo was taken aback. "I thought our scanners were programmed to detect those kinds of things." "Not these mines, apparently. They don't match any known Cylon weaponry, so either they've built something new or else we've stumbled across something planted by another species entirely. Whatever the case though, we didn't notice them until after the Galactica and at least several other ships in thyou forgot, this disciplinary duty of ours means that none of us are carrying a laser!" The corpulent warrior suddenly blushed in embarrassment, "Oops." "Hey, look do you mind if the walking wounded have their say?" Starbuck chimed in, as he felt the pain from his broken arm surging through his body again. "If we don't have lasers to pull away the opening, then the rest of you guys just put your muscle power into it. If that is, you're all up to it." Boomer looked down at him. "Guess, we're as ready as we can be, Bucko." He made his way over to the back to join the other three warriors, "All right gentlemen, let's get started." ~~ "YOU WHAT???" bellowed Sheba at Wilker, for a moment looking and sounding very much like her father, the legendary Commander Cain. "You...snitradiferous... mong-snorting..." "Lieutenant, please!" responded Wilker, seeing the slow, lingering death in Sheba's eyes. "There was no way to predict this. As a part of scheduled maiery to be slow enough to guarantee you and Castor the win in our next triad match." Boomer managed to smile, "I still say we could beat you this time if our arms were in the same shape, Bucko." he patted him on his good shoulder. "Hang tight. We need to see if we can find a way out and then find out what happened." ************************************************ ************ ******************** When Apollo reached the Bridge, he was surprised to see not the frantic activity of crewmen moving about in response to a crisis, but instead everyone seemed frozen at their positions. Even more surprising was the strange hush that filled the vast room. "Father?" Apollo didn't bother with protocol as he made his way to the upper level where Adama and Colonel Tigh were both hunched over Omega's shoulder. There was no response from the commander as he leaned closer to stare at Omega's console. Finally, the Bridge Officer broke the silence. "They're finally showing up now, Commander. At least twenty of them on all sides.....Sir, this really doesn't look good. For now, we're completely hemmed in." "Damn," Adama whispered, "We couldn't be in a worse position for this to happen. Keep us at dead stop for the moment and tell all the ships at our rear to reverse engines so they can stay clear of all this." "Father?" Apollo repeated, "What happened?" Adama rose and finally noticed his son. "Oh. Apollo. We've run into something totally unexpected. We've entered a quadrant of space that seems mined in every conceivable directions." "Mined?" Apollo was taken aback. "I thought our scanners were programmed to detect those kinds of things." "Not these mines, apparently. They don't match any known Cylon weaponry, so either they've built something new or else we've stumbled across something planted by another species entirely. Whatever the case though, we didn't notice them until after the Galactica and at least several other ships in thery to be slow enough to guarantee you and Castor the win in our next triad match." Boomer managed to smile, "I still say we could beat you this time if our arms were in the same shape, Bucko." he patted him on his good shoulder. "Hang tight. We need to see if we can find a way out and then find out what happened." ************************************************ ************ ******************** When Apollo reached the Bridge, he was surprised to see not the frantic activity of crewmen moving about in response to a crisis, but instead everyone seemed frozen at their positions. Even more surprising was the strange hush that filled the vast room. "Father?" Apollo didn't bother with protocol as he made his way to the upper level where Adama and Colonel Tigh were both hunched over Omega's shoulder. There was no response from the commander as he leaned closer to stare at Omega's console. Finally, the Bridge Officer broke the silence. "They're finally showing up now, Commander. At least twenty of them on all sides.....Sir, this really doesn't look good. For now, we're completely hemmed in." "Damn," Adama whispered, "We couldn't be in a worse position for this to happen. Keep us at dead stop for the moment and tell all the ships at our rear to reverse engines so they can stay clear of all this." "Father?" Apollo repeated, "What happened?" Adama rose and finally noticed his son. "Oh. Apollo. We've run into something totally unexpected. We've entered a quadrant of space that seems mined in every conceivable directions." "Mined?" Apollo was taken aback. "I thought our scanners were programmed to detect those kinds of things." "Not these mines, apparently. They don't match any known Cylon weaponry, so either they've built something new or else we've stumbled across something planted by another species entirely. Whatever the case though, we didn't notice them until after the Galactica and at least several other ships in thommander. At least twenty of them on all sides.....Sir, this really doesn't look good. For now, we're completely hemmed in." "Damn," Adama whispered, "We couldn't be in a worse position for this to happen. Keep us at dead stop for the moment and tell all the ships at our rear to reverse engines so they can stay clear of all this." "Father?" Apollo repeated, "What happened?" Adama rose and finally noticed his son. "Oh. Apollo. We've run into something totally unexpected. We've entered a quadrant of space that seems mined in every conceivable directions." "Mined?" Apollo was taken aback. "I thought our scanners were programmed to detect those kinds of things." "Not these mines, apparently. They don't match any known Cylon weaponry, so either they've built something new or else we've stumbled across something planted by another species entirely. Whatever the case though, we didn't notice them until after the Galactica and at least several other ships in thery to be slow enough to guarantee you and Castor the win in our next triad match." Boomer managed to smile, "I still say we could beat you this time if our arms were in the same shape, Bucko." he patted him on his good shoulder. "Hang tight. We need to see if we can find a way out and then find out what happened." ************************************************ ************ ******************** When Apollo reached the Bridge, he was surprised to see not the frantic activity of crewmen moving about in response to a crisis, but instead everyone seemed frozen at their positions. Even more surprising was the strange hush that filled the vast room. "Father?" Apollo didn't bother with protocol as he made his way to the upper level where Adama and Colonel Tigh were both hunched over Omega's shoulder. There was no response from the commander as he leaned closer to stare at Omega's console. Finally, the Bridge Officer broke the silence. "They're finally showing up now, Cery to be slow enough to guarantee you and Castor the win in our next triad match." Boomer managed to smile, "I still say we could beat you this time if our arms were in the same shape, Bucko." he patted him on his good shoulder. "Hang tight. We need to see if we can find a way out and then find out what happened." ************************************************ ************ ******************** When Apollo reached the Bridge, he was surprised to see not the frantic activity of crewmen moving about in response to a crisis, but instead everyone seemed frozen at their positions. Even more surprising was the strange hush that filled the vast room. "Father?" Apollo didn't bother with protocol as he made his way to the upper level where Adama and Colonel Tigh were both hunched over Omega's shoulder. There was no response from the commander as he leaned closer to stare at Omega's console. Finally, the Bridge Officer broke the silence. "They're finally showing up now, Ce Fleet ran straight into them." "The rest of the Fleet is reversing engines, but for those of us that already penetrated the mine field we're totally blocked in. If we try to go in any direction, we're liable to run into another one of them, and with one hit already sustained the results could be catastrophic," Colonel Tigh said. "What about launching a viper patrol to clear the quadrant?" Apollo was already anxious to grasp for a solution to the problem. "Therein lies a problem," Adama said as he pointed to the screen. "We're stopped right here. And there are three of those mines on either side of us, and all at the point where any vipers launched from Alpha or Beta Bay would run straight into them before they'd have time to fire a shot. Clearing the quadrant that way could only be accomplished by asking three pilots to sacrifice themselves and I'm not about to take that kind of a desperate solution yet." "Although there's no guarantee we can avoid it," Tigh noted grimle Fleet ran straight into them." "The rest of the Fleet is reversing engines, but for those of us that already penetrated the mine field we're totally blocked in. If we try to go in any direction, we're liable to run into another one of them, and with one hit already sustained the results could be catastrophic," Colonel Tigh said. "What about launching a viper patrol to clear the quadrant?" Apollo was already anxious to grasp for a solution to the problem. "Therein lies a problem," Adama said as he pointed to the screen. "We're stopped right here. And there are three of those mines on either side of us, and all at the point where any vipers launched from Alpha or Beta Bay would run straight into them before they'd have time to fire a shot. Clearing the quadrant that way could only be accomplished by asking three pilots to sacrifice themselves and I'm not about to take that kind of a desperate solution yet." "Although there's no guarantee we can avoid it," Tigh noted grimle Fleet ran straight into them." "The rest of the Fleet is reversing engines, but for those of us that already penetrated the mine field we're totally blocked in. If we try to go in any direction, we're liable to run into another one of them, and with one hit already sustained the results could be catastrophic," Colonel Tigh said. "What about launching a viper patrol to clear the quadrant?" Apollo was already anxious to grasp for a solution to the problem. "Therein lies a problem," Adama said as he pointed to the screen. "We're stopped right here. And there are three of those mines on either side of us, and all at the point where any vipers launched from Alpha or Beta Bay would run straight into them before they'd have time to fire a shot. Clearing the quadrant that way could only be accomplished by asking three pilots to sacrifice themselves and I'm not about to take that kind of a desperate solution yet." "Although there's no guarantee we can avoid it," Tigh noted grimlntenance, it was necessary..." "To pull their arms off?" she countered, barely keeping her fury in check Next to her, at Wilker's main bench, one of the Centurions, Flight Leader Inscitus, sat, staring at his arms, which lay there, opened and partly disassembled. If he didn't know better, Apollo would have thought the Cylon actually looked...bereft? Forlorn? "Lieutenant," continued Wilker, "each Cylon contains a hardwired maintenance schedule, which I was able to download and decode. As part of it, the servo actuators in their upper body require servicing, approximately every..." "Bully for them," growled Sheba, sarcasm thick enough to peel hull plate from a BaseShip. "They were ready for their thousand metric checkup!" She took a breath, ready for another verbal fussilade, when Apollo spoke up. "I understand, Doc," he said, his tone almost mollifying, after Sheba's barrage. "But this is important. We need both of them working, and right now." "Well..." "ommander. At least twenty of them on all sides.....Sir, this really doesn't look good. For now, we're completely hemmed in." "Damn," Adama whispered, "We couldn't be in a worse position for this to happen. Keep us at dead stop for the moment and tell all the ships at our rear to reverse engines so they can stay clear of all this." "Father?" Apollo repeated, "What happened?" Adama rose and finally noticed his son. "Oh. Apollo. We've run into something totally unexpected. We've entered a quadrant of space that seems mined in every conceivable directions." "Mined?" Apollo was taken aback. "I thought our scanners were programmed to detect those kinds of things." "Not these mines, apparently. They don't match any known Cylon weaponry, so either they've built something new or else we've stumbled across something planted by another species entirely. Whatever the case though, we didn't notice them until after the Galactica and at least several other ships in the Fleet ran straight into them." "The rest of the Fleet is reversing engines, but for those of us that already penetrated the mine field we're totally blocked in. If we try to go in any direction, we're liable to run into another one of them, and with one hit already sustained the results could be catastrophic," Colonel Tigh said. "What about launching a viper patrol to clear the quadrant?" Apollo was already anxious to grasp for a solution to the problem. "Therein lies a problem," Adama said as he pointed to the screen. "We're stopped right here. And there are three of those mines on either side of us, and all at the point where any vipers launched from Alpha or Beta Bay would run straight into them before they'd have time to fire a shot. Clearing the quadrant that way could only be accomplished by asking three pilots to sacrifice themselves and I'm not about to take that kind of a desperate solution yet." "Although there's no guarantee we can avoid it," Tigh noted grimlommander. At least twenty of them on all sides.....Sir, this really doesn't look good. For now, we're completely hemmed in." "Damn," Adama whispered, "We couldn't be in a worse position for this to happen. Keep us at dead stop for the moment and tell all the ships at our rear to reverse engines so they can stay clear of all this." "Father?" Apollo repeated, "What happened?" Adama rose and finally noticed his son. "Oh. Apollo. We've run into something totally unexpected. We've entered a quadrant of space that seems mined in every conceivable directions." "Mined?" Apollo was taken aback. "I thought our scanners were programmed to detect those kinds of things." "Not these mines, apparently. They don't match any known Cylon weaponry, so either they've built something new or else we've stumbled across something planted by another species entirely. Whatever the case though, we didn't notice them until after the Galactica and at least several other ships in the Fleet ran straight into them." "The rest of the Fleet is reversing engines, but for those of us that already penetrated the mine field we're totally blocked in. If we try to go in any direction, we're liable to run into another one of them, and with one hit already sustained the results could be catastrophic," Colonel Tigh said. "What about launching a viper patrol to clear the quadrant?" Apollo was already anxious to grasp for a solution to the problem. "Therein lies a problem," Adama said as he pointed to the screen. "We're stopped right here. And there are three of those mines on either side of us, and all at the point where any vipers launched from Alpha or Beta Bay would run straight into them before they'd have time to fire a shot. Clearing the quadrant that way could only be accomplished by asking three pilots to sacrifice themselves and I'm not about to take that kind of a desperate solution yet." "Although there's no guarantee we can avoid it," Tigh noted grimle Fleet ran straight into them." "The rest of the Fleet is reversing engines, but for those of us that already penetrated the mine field we're totally blocked in. If we try to go in any direction, we're liable to run into another one of them, and with one hit already sustained the results could be catastrophic," Colonel Tigh said. "What about launching a viper patrol to clear the quadrant?" Apollo was already anxious to grasp for a solution to the problem. "Therein lies a problem," Adama said as he pointed to the screen. "We're stopped right here. And there are three of those mines on either side of us, and all at the point where any vipers launched from Alpha or Beta Bay would run straight into them before they'd have time to fire a shot. Clearing the quadrant that way could only be accomplished by asking three pilots to sacrifice themselves and I'm not about to take that kind of a desperate solution yet." "Although there's no guarantee we can avoid it," Tigh noted grimlommander. At least twenty of them on all sides.....Sir, this really doesn't look good. For now, we're completely hemmed in." "Damn," Adama whispered, "We couldn't be in a worse position for this to happen. Keep us at dead stop for the moment and tell all the ships at our rear to reverse engines so they can stay clear of all this." "Father?" Apollo repeated, "What happened?" Adama rose and finally noticed his son. "Oh. Apollo. We've run into something totally unexpected. We've entered a quadrant of space that seems mined in every conceivable directions." "Mined?" Apollo was taken aback. "I thought our scanners were programmed to detect those kinds of things." "Not these mines, apparently. They don't match any known Cylon weaponry, so either they've built something new or else we've stumbled across something planted by another species entirely. Whatever the case though, we didn't notice them until after the Galactica and at least several other ships in thommander. At least twenty of them on all sides.....Sir, this really doesn't look good. For now, we're completely hemmed in." "Damn," Adama whispered, "We couldn't be in a worse position for this to happen. Keep us at dead stop for the moment and tell all the ships at our rear to reverse engines so they can stay clear of all this." "Father?" Apollo repeated, "What happened?" Adama rose and finally noticed his son. "Oh. Apollo. We've run into something totally unexpected. We've entered a quadrant of space that seems mined in every conceivable directions." "Mined?" Apollo was taken aback. "I thought our scanners were programmed to detect those kinds of things." "Not these mines, apparently. They don't match any known Cylon weaponry, so either they've built something new or else we've stumbled across something planted by another species entirely. Whatever the case though, we didn't notice them until after the Galactica and at least several other ships in thy, "Even at full stop the momentum of space still carries us forward, and according to our calculations we've got at best one and a half centars before our momentum will push us right into all of those mines." "So we need to think of some alternate solutions and fast." Adama looked at his son. "The Galactica's survival depends on it." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Got 'em right here, sir!" Jensen said as he delicately picked up the separate emergency kit, that had fallen loose from its mounting on the wall. "We've got enough to last a few centars if we need them." "Well at least there's one thing about this ship that doesn't seem fracked up," Boomer grunted, wishing that Jensen would stop calling him, "sir." It was the one thing about the younger warrior that annoyed him. He then went back over to where Starbuck was still cradling his injured arm. "Feeling any better?" Boomer decided to throw his friend a straight line for no other reason except that hearing one of Stay, "Even at full stop the momentum of space still carries us forward, and according to our calculations we've got at best one and a half centars before our momentum will push us right into all of those mines." "So we need to think of some alternate solutions and fast." Adama looked at his son. "The Galactica's survival depends on it." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Got 'em right here, sir!" Jensen said as he delicately picked up the separate emergency kit, that had fallen loose from its mounting on the wall. "We've got enough to last a few centars if we need them." "Well at least there's one thing about this ship that doesn't seem fracked up," Boomer grunted, wishing that Jensen would stop calling him, "sir." It was the one thing about the younger warrior that annoyed him. He then went back over to where Starbuck was still cradling his injured arm. "Feeling any better?" Boomer decided to throw his friend a straight line for no other reason except that hearing one of Stay, "Even at full stop the momentum of space still carries us forward, and according to our calculations we've got at best one and a half centars before our momentum will push us right into all of those mines." "So we need to think of some alternate solutions and fast." Adama looked at his son. "The Galactica's survival depends on it." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Got 'em right here, sir!" Jensen said as he delicately picked up the separate emergency kit, that had fallen loose from its mounting on the wall. "We've got enough to last a few centars if we need them." "Well at least there's one thing about this ship that doesn't seem fracked up," Boomer grunted, wishing that Jensen would stop calling him, "sir." It was the one thing about the younger warrior that annoyed him. He then went back over to where Starbuck was still cradling his injured arm. "Feeling any better?" Boomer decided to throw his friend a straight line for no other reason except that hearing one of StaNo wells, Doctor," shot back the Galactica's Strike Captain. "This is from the Commander, and it's inflexible. If we don't get both these Cylons going within the next centar, we may not survive two centars." "It's that..." "Yes. It's that bad." Apollo looked around, first at the immobile Cylons, then the rest of the rebuilt lab. "Where are your people, Doctor?" "Most of them are with Chief Engineer Shadrick at the moment, working on the repairs, Captain. My Chief Assistant, Technician Sirrion, is in Life Station. He was down, in the launch bay, near the impact site, when we got hit." "What's the prognosis?" "Not good," replied the scientist, shaking his head. "The burns..." He let the sentence drop. "Then it's up to us," said Apollo, moving to the bench, and picking up Inscitus' left hand. Wires and linkage trailed from the open wrist, and the Centurion looked up at him, no doubt thinking black Cylon thoughts about Humans. Looking about a bit, he picked upe Fleet ran straight into them." "The rest of the Fleet is reversing engines, but for those of us that already penetrated the mine field we're totally blocked in. If we try to go in any direction, we're liable to run into another one of them, and with one hit already sustained the results could be catastrophic," Colonel Tigh said. "What about launching a viper patrol to clear the quadrant?" Apollo was already anxious to grasp for a solution to the problem. "Therein lies a problem," Adama said as he pointed to the screen. "We're stopped right here. And there are three of those mines on either side of us, and all at the point where any vipers launched from Alpha or Beta Bay would run straight into them before they'd have time to fire a shot. Clearing the quadrant that way could only be accomplished by asking three pilots to sacrifice themselves and I'm not about to take that kind of a desperate solution yet." "Although there's no guarantee we can avoid it," Tigh noted grimly, "Even at full stop the momentum of space still carries us forward, and according to our calculations we've got at best one and a half centars before our momentum will push us right into all of those mines." "So we need to think of some alternate solutions and fast." Adama looked at his son. "The Galactica's survival depends on it." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Got 'em right here, sir!" Jensen said as he delicately picked up the separate emergency kit, that had fallen loose from its mounting on the wall. "We've got enough to last a few centars if we need them." "Well at least there's one thing about this ship that doesn't seem fracked up," Boomer grunted, wishing that Jensen would stop calling him, "sir." It was the one thing about the younger warrior that annoyed him. He then went back over to where Starbuck was still cradling his injured arm. "Feeling any better?" Boomer decided to throw his friend a straight line for no other reason except that hearing one of Stae Fleet ran straight into them." "The rest of the Fleet is reversing engines, but for those of us that already penetrated the mine field we're totally blocked in. If we try to go in any direction, we're liable to run into another one of them, and with one hit already sustained the results could be catastrophic," Colonel Tigh said. "What about launching a viper patrol to clear the quadrant?" Apollo was already anxious to grasp for a solution to the problem. "Therein lies a problem," Adama said as he pointed to the screen. "We're stopped right here. And there are three of those mines on either side of us, and all at the point where any vipers launched from Alpha or Beta Bay would run straight into them before they'd have time to fire a shot. Clearing the quadrant that way could only be accomplished by asking three pilots to sacrifice themselves and I'm not about to take that kind of a desperate solution yet." "Although there's no guarantee we can avoid it," Tigh noted grimly, "Even at full stop the momentum of space still carries us forward, and according to our calculations we've got at best one and a half centars before our momentum will push us right into all of those mines." "So we need to think of some alternate solutions and fast." Adama looked at his son. "The Galactica's survival depends on it." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Got 'em right here, sir!" Jensen said as he delicately picked up the separate emergency kit, that had fallen loose from its mounting on the wall. "We've got enough to last a few centars if we need them." "Well at least there's one thing about this ship that doesn't seem fracked up," Boomer grunted, wishing that Jensen would stop calling him, "sir." It was the one thing about the younger warrior that annoyed him. He then went back over to where Starbuck was still cradling his injured arm. "Feeling any better?" Boomer decided to throw his friend a straight line for no other reason except that hearing one of Stay, "Even at full stop the momentum of space still carries us forward, and according to our calculations we've got at best one and a half centars before our momentum will push us right into all of those mines." "So we need to think of some alternate solutions and fast." Adama looked at his son. "The Galactica's survival depends on it." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Got 'em right here, sir!" Jensen said as he delicately picked up the separate emergency kit, that had fallen loose from its mounting on the wall. "We've got enough to last a few centars if we need them." "Well at least there's one thing about this ship that doesn't seem fracked up," Boomer grunted, wishing that Jensen would stop calling him, "sir." It was the one thing about the younger warrior that annoyed him. He then went back over to where Starbuck was still cradling his injured arm. "Feeling any better?" Boomer decided to throw his friend a straight line for no other reason except that hearing one of Stae Fleet ran straight into them." "The rest of the Fleet is reversing engines, but for those of us that already penetrated the mine field we're totally blocked in. If we try to go in any direction, we're liable to run into another one of them, and with one hit already sustained the results could be catastrophic," Colonel Tigh said. "What about launching a viper patrol to clear the quadrant?" Apollo was already anxious to grasp for a solution to the problem. "Therein lies a problem," Adama said as he pointed to the screen. "We're stopped right here. And there are three of those mines on either side of us, and all at the point where any vipers launched from Alpha or Beta Bay would run straight into them before they'd have time to fire a shot. Clearing the quadrant that way could only be accomplished by asking three pilots to sacrifice themselves and I'm not about to take that kind of a desperate solution yet." "Although there's no guarantee we can avoid it," Tigh noted grimle Fleet ran straight into them." "The rest of the Fleet is reversing engines, but for those of us that already penetrated the mine field we're totally blocked in. If we try to go in any direction, we're liable to run into another one of them, and with one hit already sustained the results could be catastrophic," Colonel Tigh said. "What about launching a viper patrol to clear the quadrant?" Apollo was already anxious to grasp for a solution to the problem. "Therein lies a problem," Adama said as he pointed to the screen. "We're stopped right here. And there are three of those mines on either side of us, and all at the point where any vipers launched from Alpha or Beta Bay would run straight into them before they'd have time to fire a shot. Clearing the quadrant that way could only be accomplished by asking three pilots to sacrifice themselves and I'm not about to take that kind of a desperate solution yet." "Although there's no guarantee we can avoid it," Tigh noted grimlrbuck's patented quips was bound to make things feel better for Boomer at least. His friend didn't disappoint him, "You probably want my recovery to be slow enough to guarantee you and Castor the win in our next triad match." Boomer managed to smile, "I still say we could beat you this time if our arms were in the same shape, Bucko." he patted him on his good shoulder. "Hang tight. We need to see if we can find a way out and then find out what happened." ************************************************ ************ ******************** When Apollo reached the Bridge, he was surprised to see not the frantic activity of crewmen moving about in response to a crisis, but instead everyone seemed frozen at their positions. Even more surprising was the strange hush that filled the vast room. "Father?" Apollo didn't bother with protocol as he made his way to the upper level where Adama and Colonel Tigh were both hunched over Omega's shoulder. There was no response from rbuck's patented quips was bound to make things feel better for Boomer at least. His friend didn't disappoint him, "You probably want my recovery to be slow enough to guarantee you and Castor the win in our next triad match." Boomer managed to smile, "I still say we could beat you this time if our arms were in the same shape, Bucko." he patted him on his good shoulder. "Hang tight. We need to see if we can find a way out and then find out what happened." ************************************************ ************ ******************** When Apollo reached the Bridge, he was surprised to see not the frantic activity of crewmen moving about in response to a crisis, but instead everyone seemed frozen at their positions. Even more surprising was the strange hush that filled the vast room. "Father?" Apollo didn't bother with protocol as he made his way to the upper level where Adama and Colonel Tigh were both hunched over Omega's shoulder. There was no response from rbuck's patented quips was bound to make things feel better for Boomer at least. His friend didn't disappoint him, "You probably want my recovery to be slow enough to guarantee you and Castor the win in our next triad match." Boomer managed to smile, "I still say we could beat you this time if our arms were in the same shape, Bucko." he patted him on his good shoulder. "Hang tight. We need to see if we can find a way out and then find out what happened." ************************************************ ************ ******************** When Apollo reached the Bridge, he was surprised to see not the frantic activity of crewmen moving about in response to a crisis, but instead everyone seemed frozen at their positions. Even more surprising was the strange hush that filled the vast room. "Father?" Apollo didn't bother with protocol as he made his way to the upper level where Adama and Colonel Tigh were both hunched over Omega's shoulder. There was no response from a microwelder, and began examining the Cylon's limb. "Come on," he said, and both Sheba and Wilker moved to assist him. "Let's get cracking." ~~ Jolly was, Boomer decided, a lot stronger than he looked. The portly warrior donned a set of gloves he found amidst all the tools and equipment in the room, and grasped the grating tightly. With a grunt, it began to bend, then buckle, finally coming away with a loud crack. Jolly tossed it away, and shined an emergency lantern down into the dark shaft. "There," said Jolly, flashing a body builder's pose for a moment, with no little triumph in his voice. Bolted to one wall of the shaft was a ladder-well, heading downwards, towards the orlop. Dusty and a little grimy, it obviously hadn't been used in a long time, perhaps yahrens. It was a squeeze, but the rotund Lieutenant maneuvered himself into the opening, and found the first rung with his feet. "If I ever get out of this," he muttered, "I'm cutting back on the mushies." "y, "Even at full stop the momentum of space still carries us forward, and according to our calculations we've got at best one and a half centars before our momentum will push us right into all of those mines." "So we need to think of some alternate solutions and fast." Adama looked at his son. "The Galactica's survival depends on it." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Got 'em right here, sir!" Jensen said as he delicately picked up the separate emergency kit, that had fallen loose from its mounting on the wall. "We've got enough to last a few centars if we need them." "Well at least there's one thing about this ship that doesn't seem fracked up," Boomer grunted, wishing that Jensen would stop calling him, "sir." It was the one thing about the younger warrior that annoyed him. He then went back over to where Starbuck was still cradling his injured arm. "Feeling any better?" Boomer decided to throw his friend a straight line for no other reason except that hearing one of Starbuck's patented quips was bound to make things feel better for Boomer at least. His friend didn't disappoint him, "You probably want my recovery to be slow enough to guarantee you and Castor the win in our next triad match." Boomer managed to smile, "I still say we could beat you this time if our arms were in the same shape, Bucko." he patted him on his good shoulder. "Hang tight. We need to see if we can find a way out and then find out what happened." ************************************************ ************ ******************** When Apollo reached the Bridge, he was surprised to see not the frantic activity of crewmen moving about in response to a crisis, but instead everyone seemed frozen at their positions. Even more surprising was the strange hush that filled the vast room. "Father?" Apollo didn't bother with protocol as he made his way to the upper level where Adama and Colonel Tigh were both hunched over Omega's shoulder. There was no response from y, "Even at full stop the momentum of space still carries us forward, and according to our calculations we've got at best one and a half centars before our momentum will push us right into all of those mines." "So we need to think of some alternate solutions and fast." Adama looked at his son. "The Galactica's survival depends on it." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Got 'em right here, sir!" Jensen said as he delicately picked up the separate emergency kit, that had fallen loose from its mounting on the wall. "We've got enough to last a few centars if we need them." "Well at least there's one thing about this ship that doesn't seem fracked up," Boomer grunted, wishing that Jensen would stop calling him, "sir." It was the one thing about the younger warrior that annoyed him. He then went back over to where Starbuck was still cradling his injured arm. "Feeling any better?" Boomer decided to throw his friend a straight line for no other reason except that hearing one of Starbuck's patented quips was bound to make things feel better for Boomer at least. His friend didn't disappoint him, "You probably want my recovery to be slow enough to guarantee you and Castor the win in our next triad match." Boomer managed to smile, "I still say we could beat you this time if our arms were in the same shape, Bucko." he patted him on his good shoulder. "Hang tight. We need to see if we can find a way out and then find out what happened." ************************************************ ************ ******************** When Apollo reached the Bridge, he was surprised to see not the frantic activity of crewmen moving about in response to a crisis, but instead everyone seemed frozen at their positions. Even more surprising was the strange hush that filled the vast room. "Father?" Apollo didn't bother with protocol as he made his way to the upper level where Adama and Colonel Tigh were both hunched over Omega's shoulder. There was no response from rbuck's patented quips was bound to make things feel better for Boomer at least. His friend didn't disappoint him, "You probably want my recovery to be slow enough to guarantee you and Castor the win in our next triad match." Boomer managed to smile, "I still say we could beat you this time if our arms were in the same shape, Bucko." he patted him on his good shoulder. "Hang tight. We need to see if we can find a way out and then find out what happened." ************************************************ ************ ******************** When Apollo reached the Bridge, he was surprised to see not the frantic activity of crewmen moving about in response to a crisis, but instead everyone seemed frozen at their positions. Even more surprising was the strange hush that filled the vast room. "Father?" Apollo didn't bother with protocol as he made his way to the upper level where Adama and Colonel Tigh were both hunched over Omega's shoulder. There was no response from y, "Even at full stop the momentum of space still carries us forward, and according to our calculations we've got at best one and a half centars before our momentum will push us right into all of those mines." "So we need to think of some alternate solutions and fast." Adama looked at his son. "The Galactica's survival depends on it." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Got 'em right here, sir!" Jensen said as he delicately picked up the separate emergency kit, that had fallen loose from its mounting on the wall. "We've got enough to last a few centars if we need them." "Well at least there's one thing about this ship that doesn't seem fracked up," Boomer grunted, wishing that Jensen would stop calling him, "sir." It was the one thing about the younger warrior that annoyed him. He then went back over to where Starbuck was still cradling his injured arm. "Feeling any better?" Boomer decided to throw his friend a straight line for no other reason except that hearing one of Stay, "Even at full stop the momentum of space still carries us forward, and according to our calculations we've got at best one and a half centars before our momentum will push us right into all of those mines." "So we need to think of some alternate solutions and fast." Adama looked at his son. "The Galactica's survival depends on it." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Got 'em right here, sir!" Jensen said as he delicately picked up the separate emergency kit, that had fallen loose from its mounting on the wall. "We've got enough to last a few centars if we need them." "Well at least there's one thing about this ship that doesn't seem fracked up," Boomer grunted, wishing that Jensen would stop calling him, "sir." It was the one thing about the younger warrior that annoyed him. He then went back over to where Starbuck was still cradling his injured arm. "Feeling any better?" Boomer decided to throw his friend a straight line for no other reason except that hearing one of Stathe commander as he leaned closer to stare at Omega's console. Finally, the Bridge Officer broke the silence. "They're finally showing up now, Commander. At least twenty of them on all sides.....Sir, this really doesn't look good. For now, we're completely hemmed in." "Damn," Adama whispered, "We couldn't be in a worse position for this to happen. Keep us at dead stop for the moment and tell all the ships at our rear to reverse engines so they can stay clear of all this." "Father?" Apollo repeated, "What happened?" Adama rose and finally noticed his son. "Oh. Apollo. We've run into something totally unexpected. We've entered a quadrant of space that seems mined in every conceivable directions." "Mined?" Apollo was taken aback. "I thought our scanners were programmed to detect those kinds of things." "Not these mines, apparently. They don't match any known Cylon weaponry, so either they've built something new or else we've stumbled across something plantedthe commander as he leaned closer to stare at Omega's console. Finally, the Bridge Officer broke the silence. "They're finally showing up now, Commander. At least twenty of them on all sides.....Sir, this really doesn't look good. For now, we're completely hemmed in." "Damn," Adama whispered, "We couldn't be in a worse position for this to happen. Keep us at dead stop for the moment and tell all the ships at our rear to reverse engines so they can stay clear of all this." "Father?" Apollo repeated, "What happened?" Adama rose and finally noticed his son. "Oh. Apollo. We've run into something totally unexpected. We've entered a quadrant of space that seems mined in every conceivable directions." "Mined?" Apollo was taken aback. "I thought our scanners were programmed to detect those kinds of things." "Not these mines, apparently. They don't match any known Cylon weaponry, so either they've built something new or else we've stumbled across something plantedthe commander as he leaned closer to stare at Omega's console. Finally, the Bridge Officer broke the silence. "They're finally showing up now, Commander. At least twenty of them on all sides.....Sir, this really doesn't look good. For now, we're completely hemmed in." "Damn," Adama whispered, "We couldn't be in a worse position for this to happen. Keep us at dead stop for the moment and tell all the ships at our rear to reverse engines so they can stay clear of all this." "Father?" Apollo repeated, "What happened?" Adama rose and finally noticed his son. "Oh. Apollo. We've run into something totally unexpected. We've entered a quadrant of space that seems mined in every conceivable directions." "Mined?" Apollo was taken aback. "I thought our scanners were programmed to detect those kinds of things." "Not these mines, apparently. They don't match any known Cylon weaponry, so either they've built something new or else we've stumbled across something plantedHere, here!" grinned Giles, and Jolly snarled at him. Slowly, he began to descend, and looking back up, could see Giles begin to as well. "Looks like this'll work," said Starbuck, through clenched teeth. His arm was screaming like a Cylon pinwheel attack, and he wished he had some more pain-killer. or, at the least, a couple bottles of really good ambrosia. he opened his eyes at a ripping sound, and looked up at boomer. The warrior had stripped out of his shirt, and was tearing it into strips. "Boomer?" "We need to keep that arm as immobile as we can, and that's going to be a daggit's mother going down that shaft, Starbuck." He began to wrap the injured warrior's arm in the cloth, and then bind it close to his body. He then looped his own belt around the arm, and slid it through Starbuck's belt. "Sure we don't need duct tape, too?" asked Starbuck. As if on cue, Boomer held up a roll, scavanged from somewhere, and wrapped his friend even more, until the roll was exhausted.rbuck's patented quips was bound to make things feel better for Boomer at least. His friend didn't disappoint him, "You probably want my recovery to be slow enough to guarantee you and Castor the win in our next triad match." Boomer managed to smile, "I still say we could beat you this time if our arms were in the same shape, Bucko." he patted him on his good shoulder. "Hang tight. We need to see if we can find a way out and then find out what happened." ************************************************ ************ ******************** When Apollo reached the Bridge, he was surprised to see not the frantic activity of crewmen moving about in response to a crisis, but instead everyone seemed frozen at their positions. Even more surprising was the strange hush that filled the vast room. "Father?" Apollo didn't bother with protocol as he made his way to the upper level where Adama and Colonel Tigh were both hunched over Omega's shoulder. There was no response from the commander as he leaned closer to stare at Omega's console. Finally, the Bridge Officer broke the silence. "They're finally showing up now, Commander. At least twenty of them on all sides.....Sir, this really doesn't look good. For now, we're completely hemmed in." "Damn," Adama whispered, "We couldn't be in a worse position for this to happen. Keep us at dead stop for the moment and tell all the ships at our rear to reverse engines so they can stay clear of all this." "Father?" Apollo repeated, "What happened?" Adama rose and finally noticed his son. "Oh. Apollo. We've run into something totally unexpected. We've entered a quadrant of space that seems mined in every conceivable directions." "Mined?" Apollo was taken aback. "I thought our scanners were programmed to detect those kinds of things." "Not these mines, apparently. They don't match any known Cylon weaponry, so either they've built something new or else we've stumbled across something plantedrbuck's patented quips was bound to make things feel better for Boomer at least. His friend didn't disappoint him, "You probably want my recovery to be slow enough to guarantee you and Castor the win in our next triad match." Boomer managed to smile, "I still say we could beat you this time if our arms were in the same shape, Bucko." he patted him on his good shoulder. "Hang tight. We need to see if we can find a way out and then find out what happened." ************************************************ ************ ******************** When Apollo reached the Bridge, he was surprised to see not the frantic activity of crewmen moving about in response to a crisis, but instead everyone seemed frozen at their positions. Even more surprising was the strange hush that filled the vast room. "Father?" Apollo didn't bother with protocol as he made his way to the upper level where Adama and Colonel Tigh were both hunched over Omega's shoulder. There was no response from the commander as he leaned closer to stare at Omega's console. Finally, the Bridge Officer broke the silence. "They're finally showing up now, Commander. At least twenty of them on all sides.....Sir, this really doesn't look good. For now, we're completely hemmed in." "Damn," Adama whispered, "We couldn't be in a worse position for this to happen. Keep us at dead stop for the moment and tell all the ships at our rear to reverse engines so they can stay clear of all this." "Father?" Apollo repeated, "What happened?" Adama rose and finally noticed his son. "Oh. Apollo. We've run into something totally unexpected. We've entered a quadrant of space that seems mined in every conceivable directions." "Mined?" Apollo was taken aback. "I thought our scanners were programmed to detect those kinds of things." "Not these mines, apparently. They don't match any known Cylon weaponry, so either they've built something new or else we've stumbled across something plantedthe commander as he leaned closer to stare at Omega's console. Finally, the Bridge Officer broke the silence. "They're finally showing up now, Commander. At least twenty of them on all sides.....Sir, this really doesn't look good. For now, we're completely hemmed in." "Damn," Adama whispered, "We couldn't be in a worse position for this to happen. Keep us at dead stop for the moment and tell all the ships at our rear to reverse engines so they can stay clear of all this." "Father?" Apollo repeated, "What happened?" Adama rose and finally noticed his son. "Oh. Apollo. We've run into something totally unexpected. We've entered a quadrant of space that seems mined in every conceivable directions." "Mined?" Apollo was taken aback. "I thought our scanners were programmed to detect those kinds of things." "Not these mines, apparently. They don't match any known Cylon weaponry, so either they've built something new or else we've stumbled across something plantedrbuck's patented quips was bound to make things feel better for Boomer at least. His friend didn't disappoint him, "You probably want my recovery to be slow enough to guarantee you and Castor the win in our next triad match." Boomer managed to smile, "I still say we could beat you this time if our arms were in the same shape, Bucko." he patted him on his good shoulder. "Hang tight. We need to see if we can find a way out and then find out what happened." ************************************************ ************ ******************** When Apollo reached the Bridge, he was surprised to see not the frantic activity of crewmen moving about in response to a crisis, but instead everyone seemed frozen at their positions. Even more surprising was the strange hush that filled the vast room. "Father?" Apollo didn't bother with protocol as he made his way to the upper level where Adama and Colonel Tigh were both hunched over Omega's shoulder. There was no response from rbuck's patented quips was bound to make things feel better for Boomer at least. His friend didn't disappoint him, "You probably want my recovery to be slow enough to guarantee you and Castor the win in our next triad match." Boomer managed to smile, "I still say we could beat you this time if our arms were in the same shape, Bucko." he patted him on his good shoulder. "Hang tight. We need to see if we can find a way out and then find out what happened." ************************************************ ************ ******************** When Apollo reached the Bridge, he was surprised to see not the frantic activity of crewmen moving about in response to a crisis, but instead everyone seemed frozen at their positions. Even more surprising was the strange hush that filled the vast room. "Father?" Apollo didn't bother with protocol as he made his way to the upper level where Adama and Colonel Tigh were both hunched over Omega's shoulder. There was no response from by another species entirely. Whatever the case though, we didn't notice them until after the Galactica and at least several other ships in the Fleet ran straight into them." "The rest of the Fleet is reversing engines, but for those of us that already penetrated the mine field we're totally blocked in. If we try to go in any direction, we're liable to run into another one of them, and with one hit already sustained the results could be catastrophic," Colonel Tigh said. "What about launching a viper patrol to clear the quadrant?" Apollo was already anxious to grasp for a solution to the problem. "Therein lies a problem," Adama said as he pointed to the screen. "We're stopped right here. And there are three of those mines on either side of us, and all at the point where any vipers launched from Alpha or Beta Bay would run straight into them before they'd have time to fire a shot. Clearing the quadrant that way could only be accomplished by asking three pilots to sacrific by another species entirely. Whatever the case though, we didn't notice them until after the Galactica and at least several other ships in the Fleet ran straight into them." "The rest of the Fleet is reversing engines, but for those of us that already penetrated the mine field we're totally blocked in. If we try to go in any direction, we're liable to run into another one of them, and with one hit already sustained the results could be catastrophic," Colonel Tigh said. "What about launching a viper patrol to clear the quadrant?" Apollo was already anxious to grasp for a solution to the problem. "Therein lies a problem," Adama said as he pointed to the screen. "We're stopped right here. And there are three of those mines on either side of us, and all at the point where any vipers launched from Alpha or Beta Bay would run straight into them before they'd have time to fire a shot. Clearing the quadrant that way could only be accomplished by asking three pilots to sacrific by another species entirely. Whatever the case though, we didn't notice them until after the Galactica and at least several other ships in the Fleet ran straight into them." "The rest of the Fleet is reversing engines, but for those of us that already penetrated the mine field we're totally blocked in. If we try to go in any direction, we're liable to run into another one of them, and with one hit already sustained the results could be catastrophic," Colonel Tigh said. "What about launching a viper patrol to clear the quadrant?" Apollo was already anxious to grasp for a solution to the problem. "Therein lies a problem," Adama said as he pointed to the screen. "We're stopped right here. And there are three of those mines on either side of us, and all at the point where any vipers launched from Alpha or Beta Bay would run straight into them before they'd have time to fire a shot. Clearing the quadrant that way could only be accomplished by asking three pilots to sacrific Starbuck got to his feet, a bit unsteadily, and put his other arm through its paces. Boomer slid back into his jacket, and led his friend towards the shaft. Smoke was getting thicker, and both men were glad to get out of the room. Boomer insisted on going first, to hold the light, he said, though Starbusk knew it was to break his fall, should he lose his grip on the rungs. Slowly, painfully, he made his way down the ladderwell, swearing from time to time as his damaged arm bumped against the side of the shaft, or the rungs. "You okay, buddy?" Boomer called back up towards him, as he let loose a particularly colorful string that even Commander Cain might have put him on report for. "Star..." "Ye...yeah, Boomer," gritted Starbuck through his teeth. he let the pain subside back down to a screaming roar, and resumed his descent. A few more steps, and he could hear Giles voice from below, and then felt a rumble move through the ship. Another explosion, somewhere he thought. the commander as he leaned closer to stare at Omega's console. Finally, the Bridge Officer broke the silence. "They're finally showing up now, Commander. At least twenty of them on all sides.....Sir, this really doesn't look good. For now, we're completely hemmed in." "Damn," Adama whispered, "We couldn't be in a worse position for this to happen. Keep us at dead stop for the moment and tell all the ships at our rear to reverse engines so they can stay clear of all this." "Father?" Apollo repeated, "What happened?" Adama rose and finally noticed his son. "Oh. Apollo. We've run into something totally unexpected. We've entered a quadrant of space that seems mined in every conceivable directions." "Mined?" Apollo was taken aback. "I thought our scanners were programmed to detect those kinds of things." "Not these mines, apparently. They don't match any known Cylon weaponry, so either they've built something new or else we've stumbled across something planted by another species entirely. Whatever the case though, we didn't notice them until after the Galactica and at least several other ships in the Fleet ran straight into them." "The rest of the Fleet is reversing engines, but for those of us that already penetrated the mine field we're totally blocked in. If we try to go in any direction, we're liable to run into another one of them, and with one hit already sustained the results could be catastrophic," Colonel Tigh said. "What about launching a viper patrol to clear the quadrant?" Apollo was already anxious to grasp for a solution to the problem. "Therein lies a problem," Adama said as he pointed to the screen. "We're stopped right here. And there are three of those mines on either side of us, and all at the point where any vipers launched from Alpha or Beta Bay would run straight into them before they'd have time to fire a shot. Clearing the quadrant that way could only be accomplished by asking three pilots to sacrificthe commander as he leaned closer to stare at Omega's console. Finally, the Bridge Officer broke the silence. "They're finally showing up now, Commander. At least twenty of them on all sides.....Sir, this really doesn't look good. For now, we're completely hemmed in." "Damn," Adama whispered, "We couldn't be in a worse position for this to happen. Keep us at dead stop for the moment and tell all the ships at our rear to reverse engines so they can stay clear of all this." "Father?" Apollo repeated, "What happened?" Adama rose and finally noticed his son. "Oh. Apollo. We've run into something totally unexpected. We've entered a quadrant of space that seems mined in every conceivable directions." "Mined?" Apollo was taken aback. "I thought our scanners were programmed to detect those kinds of things." "Not these mines, apparently. They don't match any known Cylon weaponry, so either they've built something new or else we've stumbled across something planted by another species entirely. Whatever the case though, we didn't notice them until after the Galactica and at least several other ships in the Fleet ran straight into them." "The rest of the Fleet is reversing engines, but for those of us that already penetrated the mine field we're totally blocked in. If we try to go in any direction, we're liable to run into another one of them, and with one hit already sustained the results could be catastrophic," Colonel Tigh said. "What about launching a viper patrol to clear the quadrant?" Apollo was already anxious to grasp for a solution to the problem. "Therein lies a problem," Adama said as he pointed to the screen. "We're stopped right here. And there are three of those mines on either side of us, and all at the point where any vipers launched from Alpha or Beta Bay would run straight into them before they'd have time to fire a shot. Clearing the quadrant that way could only be accomplished by asking three pilots to sacrific by another species entirely. Whatever the case though, we didn't notice them until after the Galactica and at least several other ships in the Fleet ran straight into them." "The rest of the Fleet is reversing engines, but for those of us that already penetrated the mine field we're totally blocked in. If we try to go in any direction, we're liable to run into another one of them, and with one hit already sustained the results could be catastrophic," Colonel Tigh said. "What about launching a viper patrol to clear the quadrant?" Apollo was already anxious to grasp for a solution to the problem. "Therein lies a problem," Adama said as he pointed to the screen. "We're stopped right here. And there are three of those mines on either side of us, and all at the point where any vipers launched from Alpha or Beta Bay would run straight into them before they'd have time to fire a shot. Clearing the quadrant that way could only be accomplished by asking three pilots to sacrificthe commander as he leaned closer to stare at Omega's console. Finally, the Bridge Officer broke the silence. "They're finally showing up now, Commander. At least twenty of them on all sides.....Sir, this really doesn't look good. For now, we're completely hemmed in." "Damn," Adama whispered, "We couldn't be in a worse position for this to happen. Keep us at dead stop for the moment and tell all the ships at our rear to reverse engines so they can stay clear of all this." "Father?" Apollo repeated, "What happened?" Adama rose and finally noticed his son. "Oh. Apollo. We've run into something totally unexpected. We've entered a quadrant of space that seems mined in every conceivable directions." "Mined?" Apollo was taken aback. "I thought our scanners were programmed to detect those kinds of things." "Not these mines, apparently. They don't match any known Cylon weaponry, so either they've built something new or else we've stumbled across something plantedthe commander as he leaned closer to stare at Omega's console. Finally, the Bridge Officer broke the silence. "They're finally showing up now, Commander. At least twenty of them on all sides.....Sir, this really doesn't look good. For now, we're completely hemmed in." "Damn," Adama whispered, "We couldn't be in a worse position for this to happen. Keep us at dead stop for the moment and tell all the ships at our rear to reverse engines so they can stay clear of all this." "Father?" Apollo repeated, "What happened?" Adama rose and finally noticed his son. "Oh. Apollo. We've run into something totally unexpected. We've entered a quadrant of space that seems mined in every conceivable directions." "Mined?" Apollo was taken aback. "I thought our scanners were programmed to detect those kinds of things." "Not these mines, apparently. They don't match any known Cylon weaponry, so either they've built something new or else we've stumbled across something plantede themselves and I'm not about to take that kind of a desperate solution yet." "Although there's no guarantee we can avoid it," Tigh noted grimly, "Even at full stop the momentum of space still carries us forward, and according to our calculations we've got at best one and a half centars before our momentum will push us right into all of those mines." "So we need to think of some alternate solutions and fast." Adama looked at his son. "The Galactica's survival depends on it." ________________________________ Boomer walked back over to the blast door and placed his hand above it. The metal below his hand was radiating quite a lot of heat and he gloomily wondered how long it could withstand such temperatures. "There one felger of a fire on the other side of this door. Jensen, any luck with the other door?" Jensen looked up from bin he was searching through. "Not unless you consider frying the circuitry lucky?" "Well, you're the engineer, didn't Shadrick teach you how toe themselves and I'm not about to take that kind of a desperate solution yet." "Although there's no guarantee we can avoid it," Tigh noted grimly, "Even at full stop the momentum of space still carries us forward, and according to our calculations we've got at best one and a half centars before our momentum will push us right into all of those mines." "So we need to think of some alternate solutions and fast." Adama looked at his son. "The Galactica's survival depends on it." ________________________________ Boomer walked back over to the blast door and placed his hand above it. The metal below his hand was radiating quite a lot of heat and he gloomily wondered how long it could withstand such temperatures. "There one felger of a fire on the other side of this door. Jensen, any luck with the other door?" Jensen looked up from bin he was searching through. "Not unless you consider frying the circuitry lucky?" "Well, you're the engineer, didn't Shadrick teach you how toe themselves and I'm not about to take that kind of a desperate solution yet." "Although there's no guarantee we can avoid it," Tigh noted grimly, "Even at full stop the momentum of space still carries us forward, and according to our calculations we've got at best one and a half centars before our momentum will push us right into all of those mines." "So we need to think of some alternate solutions and fast." Adama looked at his son. "The Galactica's survival depends on it." ________________________________ Boomer walked back over to the blast door and placed his hand above it. The metal below his hand was radiating quite a lot of heat and he gloomily wondered how long it could withstand such temperatures. "There one felger of a fire on the other side of this door. Jensen, any luck with the other door?" Jensen looked up from bin he was searching through. "Not unless you consider frying the circuitry lucky?" "Well, you're the engineer, didn't Shadrick teach you how to by another species entirely. Whatever the case though, we didn't notice them until after the Galactica and at least several other ships in the Fleet ran straight into them." "The rest of the Fleet is reversing engines, but for those of us that already penetrated the mine field we're totally blocked in. If we try to go in any direction, we're liable to run into another one of them, and with one hit already sustained the results could be catastrophic," Colonel Tigh said. "What about launching a viper patrol to clear the quadrant?" Apollo was already anxious to grasp for a solution to the problem. "Therein lies a problem," Adama said as he pointed to the screen. "We're stopped right here. And there are three of those mines on either side of us, and all at the point where any vipers launched from Alpha or Beta Bay would run straight into them before they'd have time to fire a shot. Clearing the quadrant that way could only be accomplished by asking three pilots to sacrificFrack! He kept moving, till he could see one of his comrades, looking up towards him from within a square of light. The Nebula rattled once more, and he lost his grip on the rungs, and began to fall towards the other warrior. "Ohhhhhhh Fraaaaaaaaaaack!!!" ~~ X-UIDL: 7i["!6m3"!oK>"!Q[H!! Status: RO Starbuck grunted as he impacted against Boomer, who tired vainly to stop Strabuck's fall. All he managed unfortunately was to cushion his fall when they did hit the decking below. Boomer groaned as he pushed at Starbuck, trying to roll him off of him. "Boomer, Starbuck you guys okay?" Giles asked as he pulled Starbuck up and off of Boomer. "Boomer, you alright?" Jolly asked. He forestalled helping the lieutenant up when Boomer held up a hand stopping him. Boomer temporarily ignored Jolly and Giles inquires as he took a slow mental assessment of his possible injuries. "I think I'm okay," he finally said as he took Jolly's offered assistants and slowly sat up. A sharp se themselves and I'm not about to take that kind of a desperate solution yet." "Although there's no guarantee we can avoid it," Tigh noted grimly, "Even at full stop the momentum of space still carries us forward, and according to our calculations we've got at best one and a half centars before our momentum will push us right into all of those mines." "So we need to think of some alternate solutions and fast." Adama looked at his son. "The Galactica's survival depends on it." ________________________________ Boomer walked back over to the blast door and placed his hand above it. The metal below his hand was radiating quite a lot of heat and he gloomily wondered how long it could withstand such temperatures. "There one felger of a fire on the other side of this door. Jensen, any luck with the other door?" Jensen looked up from bin he was searching through. "Not unless you consider frying the circuitry lucky?" "Well, you're the engineer, didn't Shadrick teach you how to by another species entirely. Whatever the case though, we didn't notice them until after the Galactica and at least several other ships in the Fleet ran straight into them." "The rest of the Fleet is reversing engines, but for those of us that already penetrated the mine field we're totally blocked in. If we try to go in any direction, we're liable to run into another one of them, and with one hit already sustained the results could be catastrophic," Colonel Tigh said. "What about launching a viper patrol to clear the quadrant?" Apollo was already anxious to grasp for a solution to the problem. "Therein lies a problem," Adama said as he pointed to the screen. "We're stopped right here. And there are three of those mines on either side of us, and all at the point where any vipers launched from Alpha or Beta Bay would run straight into them before they'd have time to fire a shot. Clearing the quadrant that way could only be accomplished by asking three pilots to sacrifice themselves and I'm not about to take that kind of a desperate solution yet." "Although there's no guarantee we can avoid it," Tigh noted grimly, "Even at full stop the momentum of space still carries us forward, and according to our calculations we've got at best one and a half centars before our momentum will push us right into all of those mines." "So we need to think of some alternate solutions and fast." Adama looked at his son. "The Galactica's survival depends on it." ________________________________ Boomer walked back over to the blast door and placed his hand above it. The metal below his hand was radiating quite a lot of heat and he gloomily wondered how long it could withstand such temperatures. "There one felger of a fire on the other side of this door. Jensen, any luck with the other door?" Jensen looked up from bin he was searching through. "Not unless you consider frying the circuitry lucky?" "Well, you're the engineer, didn't Shadrick teach you how toe themselves and I'm not about to take that kind of a desperate solution yet." "Although there's no guarantee we can avoid it," Tigh noted grimly, "Even at full stop the momentum of space still carries us forward, and according to our calculations we've got at best one and a half centars before our momentum will push us right into all of those mines." "So we need to think of some alternate solutions and fast." Adama looked at his son. "The Galactica's survival depends on it." ________________________________ Boomer walked back over to the blast door and placed his hand above it. The metal below his hand was radiating quite a lot of heat and he gloomily wondered how long it could withstand such temperatures. "There one felger of a fire on the other side of this door. Jensen, any luck with the other door?" Jensen looked up from bin he was searching through. "Not unless you consider frying the circuitry lucky?" "Well, you're the engineer, didn't Shadrick teach you how to by another species entirely. Whatever the case though, we didn't notice them until after the Galactica and at least several other ships in the Fleet ran straight into them." "The rest of the Fleet is reversing engines, but for those of us that already penetrated the mine field we're totally blocked in. If we try to go in any direction, we're liable to run into another one of them, and with one hit already sustained the results could be catastrophic," Colonel Tigh said. "What about launching a viper patrol to clear the quadrant?" Apollo was already anxious to grasp for a solution to the problem. "Therein lies a problem," Adama said as he pointed to the screen. "We're stopped right here. And there are three of those mines on either side of us, and all at the point where any vipers launched from Alpha or Beta Bay would run straight into them before they'd have time to fire a shot. Clearing the quadrant that way could only be accomplished by asking three pilots to sacrific by another species entirely. Whatever the case though, we didn't notice them until after the Galactica and at least several other ships in the Fleet ran straight into them." "The rest of the Fleet is reversing engines, but for those of us that already penetrated the mine field we're totally blocked in. If we try to go in any direction, we're liable to run into another one of them, and with one hit already sustained the results could be catastrophic," Colonel Tigh said. "What about launching a viper patrol to clear the quadrant?" Apollo was already anxious to grasp for a solution to the problem. "Therein lies a problem," Adama said as he pointed to the screen. "We're stopped right here. And there are three of those mines on either side of us, and all at the point where any vipers launched from Alpha or Beta Bay would run straight into them before they'd have time to fire a shot. Clearing the quadrant that way could only be accomplished by asking three pilots to sacrific hot wire a door panel or something?" came Jolly's strained voice from somewhere behind the main storage bin. His words were punctuated with lots of groaning and they could all hear the sounds of boxes scraping along the floor. "We don't hot wire them, we repair them," came the unperturbed response as Jenson once again began to dig through bin. "Solinite adjusters, theta band monitors even tylium gages, but do you think they'd store anything so simple as a wrench? Oh, no, that would practical. " The engineer grumbled as the gave up on the bin and slammed the lid down with undo force. "Somehow, I don't think shorting out the panel qualifies as a repair." Giles commented as he placed a crate under the smoking air vent. Picking up another crate Jenson carried it over to Giles. "Yah, well, your lucky that's all it did. That circuitry has to be a millennium old. I think even Shadrick would have been hard pressed not to fry it." He placed the second create on top of the first, hot wire a door panel or something?" came Jolly's strained voice from somewhere behind the main storage bin. His words were punctuated with lots of groaning and they could all hear the sounds of boxes scraping along the floor. "We don't hot wire them, we repair them," came the unperturbed response as Jenson once again began to dig through bin. "Solinite adjusters, theta band monitors even tylium gages, but do you think they'd store anything so simple as a wrench? Oh, no, that would practical. " The engineer grumbled as the gave up on the bin and slammed the lid down with undo force. "Somehow, I don't think shorting out the panel qualifies as a repair." Giles commented as he placed a crate under the smoking air vent. Picking up another crate Jenson carried it over to Giles. "Yah, well, your lucky that's all it did. That circuitry has to be a millennium old. I think even Shadrick would have been hard pressed not to fry it." He placed the second create on top of the first, hot wire a door panel or something?" came Jolly's strained voice from somewhere behind the main storage bin. His words were punctuated with lots of groaning and they could all hear the sounds of boxes scraping along the floor. "We don't hot wire them, we repair them," came the unperturbed response as Jenson once again began to dig through bin. "Solinite adjusters, theta band monitors even tylium gages, but do you think they'd store anything so simple as a wrench? Oh, no, that would practical. " The engineer grumbled as the gave up on the bin and slammed the lid down with undo force. "Somehow, I don't think shorting out the panel qualifies as a repair." Giles commented as he placed a crate under the smoking air vent. Picking up another crate Jenson carried it over to Giles. "Yah, well, your lucky that's all it did. That circuitry has to be a millennium old. I think even Shadrick would have been hard pressed not to fry it." He placed the second create on top of the first, e themselves and I'm not about to take that kind of a desperate solution yet." "Although there's no guarantee we can avoid it," Tigh noted grimly, "Even at full stop the momentum of space still carries us forward, and according to our calculations we've got at best one and a half centars before our momentum will push us right into all of those mines." "So we need to think of some alternate solutions and fast." Adama looked at his son. "The Galactica's survival depends on it." ________________________________ Boomer walked back over to the blast door and placed his hand above it. The metal below his hand was radiating quite a lot of heat and he gloomily wondered how long it could withstand such temperatures. "There one felger of a fire on the other side of this door. Jensen, any luck with the other door?" Jensen looked up from bin he was searching through. "Not unless you consider frying the circuitry lucky?" "Well, you're the engineer, didn't Shadrick teach you how totabbing pain quickly followed this action. "Unh." Jolly's hands were instantly holding him still. "Boomer?" Boomer looked up at Jolly. "I think maybe I was wrong." "Frak," Jolly looked back over his should toward Giles. "How's Starbuck? Boomer 's hurt." "I'm fine," Starbuck replied, "what's wrong with Boomer?" Concerned he tried to get up, but Giles pushed him back down. "Sit, you'll only be in the way." Giles picked up the med kit they'd brought from the storage room and went over to Jolly and Boomer. "He's bumped and bruised but otherwise seems okay. What wrong with Boomer." Giles handed Jolly the pack while he took in the pain expression on Boomer face. "Hold Boomer still while I run a scan" Jolly said as he turned on the portable scanner he'd pulled out. He ran the small devise over Boomer's chest area, then pulled it back to check the results. "Looks like you fractured a rib, or rather Starbuck fractured one for you." "Gee, thanks Bucko." Boomer call over to hot wire a door panel or something?" came Jolly's strained voice from somewhere behind the main storage bin. His words were punctuated with lots of groaning and they could all hear the sounds of boxes scraping along the floor. "We don't hot wire them, we repair them," came the unperturbed response as Jenson once again began to dig through bin. "Solinite adjusters, theta band monitors even tylium gages, but do you think they'd store anything so simple as a wrench? Oh, no, that would practical. " The engineer grumbled as the gave up on the bin and slammed the lid down with undo force. "Somehow, I don't think shorting out the panel qualifies as a repair." Giles commented as he placed a crate under the smoking air vent. Picking up another crate Jenson carried it over to Giles. "Yah, well, your lucky that's all it did. That circuitry has to be a millennium old. I think even Shadrick would have been hard pressed not to fry it." He placed the second create on top of the first, e themselves and I'm not about to take that kind of a desperate solution yet." "Although there's no guarantee we can avoid it," Tigh noted grimly, "Even at full stop the momentum of space still carries us forward, and according to our calculations we've got at best one and a half centars before our momentum will push us right into all of those mines." "So we need to think of some alternate solutions and fast." Adama looked at his son. "The Galactica's survival depends on it." ________________________________ Boomer walked back over to the blast door and placed his hand above it. The metal below his hand was radiating quite a lot of heat and he gloomily wondered how long it could withstand such temperatures. "There one felger of a fire on the other side of this door. Jensen, any luck with the other door?" Jensen looked up from bin he was searching through. "Not unless you consider frying the circuitry lucky?" "Well, you're the engineer, didn't Shadrick teach you how to hot wire a door panel or something?" came Jolly's strained voice from somewhere behind the main storage bin. His words were punctuated with lots of groaning and they could all hear the sounds of boxes scraping along the floor. "We don't hot wire them, we repair them," came the unperturbed response as Jenson once again began to dig through bin. "Solinite adjusters, theta band monitors even tylium gages, but do you think they'd store anything so simple as a wrench? Oh, no, that would practical. " The engineer grumbled as the gave up on the bin and slammed the lid down with undo force. "Somehow, I don't think shorting out the panel qualifies as a repair." Giles commented as he placed a crate under the smoking air vent. Picking up another crate Jenson carried it over to Giles. "Yah, well, your lucky that's all it did. That circuitry has to be a millennium old. I think even Shadrick would have been hard pressed not to fry it." He placed the second create on top of the first, hot wire a door panel or something?" came Jolly's strained voice from somewhere behind the main storage bin. His words were punctuated with lots of groaning and they could all hear the sounds of boxes scraping along the floor. "We don't hot wire them, we repair them," came the unperturbed response as Jenson once again began to dig through bin. "Solinite adjusters, theta band monitors even tylium gages, but do you think they'd store anything so simple as a wrench? Oh, no, that would practical. " The engineer grumbled as the gave up on the bin and slammed the lid down with undo force. "Somehow, I don't think shorting out the panel qualifies as a repair." Giles commented as he placed a crate under the smoking air vent. Picking up another crate Jenson carried it over to Giles. "Yah, well, your lucky that's all it did. That circuitry has to be a millennium old. I think even Shadrick would have been hard pressed not to fry it." He placed the second create on top of the first, e themselves and I'm not about to take that kind of a desperate solution yet." "Although there's no guarantee we can avoid it," Tigh noted grimly, "Even at full stop the momentum of space still carries us forward, and according to our calculations we've got at best one and a half centars before our momentum will push us right into all of those mines." "So we need to think of some alternate solutions and fast." Adama looked at his son. "The Galactica's survival depends on it." ________________________________ Boomer walked back over to the blast door and placed his hand above it. The metal below his hand was radiating quite a lot of heat and he gloomily wondered how long it could withstand such temperatures. "There one felger of a fire on the other side of this door. Jensen, any luck with the other door?" Jensen looked up from bin he was searching through. "Not unless you consider frying the circuitry lucky?" "Well, you're the engineer, didn't Shadrick teach you how toe themselves and I'm not about to take that kind of a desperate solution yet." "Although there's no guarantee we can avoid it," Tigh noted grimly, "Even at full stop the momentum of space still carries us forward, and according to our calculations we've got at best one and a half centars before our momentum will push us right into all of those mines." "So we need to think of some alternate solutions and fast." Adama looked at his son. "The Galactica's survival depends on it." ________________________________ Boomer walked back over to the blast door and placed his hand above it. The metal below his hand was radiating quite a lot of heat and he gloomily wondered how long it could withstand such temperatures. "There one felger of a fire on the other side of this door. Jensen, any luck with the other door?" Jensen looked up from bin he was searching through. "Not unless you consider frying the circuitry lucky?" "Well, you're the engineer, didn't Shadrick teach you how tothen motioned to the stack. "Let me climb up there, I'll have a better chance of closing it." "After your work on the door?" Giles chided, "No way." Ignoring Jenson's scowl Giles carefully climbed up on the creates. "Next time you guys decided to do something like this, do me a favor and leave me out of it." Jenson grumbled as he steadied the creates. "Next time don't go in on one of Starbuck's schemes." Boomer responded as he came up behind Jenson. "Can you close it, Giles?" "Yah, I think so. Whoa!" Giles exclamation was all the warning they got before he plummeted down on top of them leaving them in a tangled heap on the floor as a dark gray dust settled over them in a thick layer. Coughing from their dusting Giles untangled himself from the others and triumphantly held up a broken vent chain. "Well, at least it's closed." "Hey, you guys," Jolly shouted, "I think I've found a way out of here!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Sir!" said a voice, and it took a moment for it then motioned to the stack. "Let me climb up there, I'll have a better chance of closing it." "After your work on the door?" Giles chided, "No way." Ignoring Jenson's scowl Giles carefully climbed up on the creates. "Next time you guys decided to do something like this, do me a favor and leave me out of it." Jenson grumbled as he steadied the creates. "Next time don't go in on one of Starbuck's schemes." Boomer responded as he came up behind Jenson. "Can you close it, Giles?" "Yah, I think so. Whoa!" Giles exclamation was all the warning they got before he plummeted down on top of them leaving them in a tangled heap on the floor as a dark gray dust settled over them in a thick layer. Coughing from their dusting Giles untangled himself from the others and triumphantly held up a broken vent chain. "Well, at least it's closed." "Hey, you guys," Jolly shouted, "I think I've found a way out of here!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Sir!" said a voice, and it took a moment for it then motioned to the stack. "Let me climb up there, I'll have a better chance of closing it." "After your work on the door?" Giles chided, "No way." Ignoring Jenson's scowl Giles carefully climbed up on the creates. "Next time you guys decided to do something like this, do me a favor and leave me out of it." Jenson grumbled as he steadied the creates. "Next time don't go in on one of Starbuck's schemes." Boomer responded as he came up behind Jenson. "Can you close it, Giles?" "Yah, I think so. Whoa!" Giles exclamation was all the warning they got before he plummeted down on top of them leaving them in a tangled heap on the floor as a dark gray dust settled over them in a thick layer. Coughing from their dusting Giles untangled himself from the others and triumphantly held up a broken vent chain. "Well, at least it's closed." "Hey, you guys," Jolly shouted, "I think I've found a way out of here!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Sir!" said a voice, and it took a moment for it Starbuck. "Anytime, Boom Boom." Came the flippant response. hot wire a door panel or something?" came Jolly's strained voice from somewhere behind the main storage bin. His words were punctuated with lots of groaning and they could all hear the sounds of boxes scraping along the floor. "We don't hot wire them, we repair them," came the unperturbed response as Jenson once again began to dig through bin. "Solinite adjusters, theta band monitors even tylium gages, but do you think they'd store anything so simple as a wrench? Oh, no, that would practical. " The engineer grumbled as the gave up on the bin and slammed the lid down with undo force. "Somehow, I don't think shorting out the panel qualifies as a repair." Giles commented as he placed a crate under the smoking air vent. Picking up another crate Jenson carried it over to Giles. "Yah, well, your lucky that's all it did. That circuitry has to be a millennium old. I think even Shadrick would have been hard pressed not to fry it." He placed the second create on top of the first, then motioned to the stack. "Let me climb up there, I'll have a better chance of closing it." "After your work on the door?" Giles chided, "No way." Ignoring Jenson's scowl Giles carefully climbed up on the creates. "Next time you guys decided to do something like this, do me a favor and leave me out of it." Jenson grumbled as he steadied the creates. "Next time don't go in on one of Starbuck's schemes." Boomer responded as he came up behind Jenson. "Can you close it, Giles?" "Yah, I think so. Whoa!" Giles exclamation was all the warning they got before he plummeted down on top of them leaving them in a tangled heap on the floor as a dark gray dust settled over them in a thick layer. Coughing from their dusting Giles untangled himself from the others and triumphantly held up a broken vent chain. "Well, at least it's closed." "Hey, you guys," Jolly shouted, "I think I've found a way out of here!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Sir!" said a voice, and it took a moment for it hot wire a door panel or something?" came Jolly's strained voice from somewhere behind the main storage bin. His words were punctuated with lots of groaning and they could all hear the sounds of boxes scraping along the floor. "We don't hot wire them, we repair them," came the unperturbed response as Jenson once again began to dig through bin. "Solinite adjusters, theta band monitors even tylium gages, but do you think they'd store anything so simple as a wrench? Oh, no, that would practical. " The engineer grumbled as the gave up on the bin and slammed the lid down with undo force. "Somehow, I don't think shorting out the panel qualifies as a repair." Giles commented as he placed a crate under the smoking air vent. Picking up another crate Jenson carried it over to Giles. "Yah, well, your lucky that's all it did. That circuitry has to be a millennium old. I think even Shadrick would have been hard pressed not to fry it." He placed the second create on top of the first, then motioned to the stack. "Let me climb up there, I'll have a better chance of closing it." "After your work on the door?" Giles chided, "No way." Ignoring Jenson's scowl Giles carefully climbed up on the creates. "Next time you guys decided to do something like this, do me a favor and leave me out of it." Jenson grumbled as he steadied the creates. "Next time don't go in on one of Starbuck's schemes." Boomer responded as he came up behind Jenson. "Can you close it, Giles?" "Yah, I think so. Whoa!" Giles exclamation was all the warning they got before he plummeted down on top of them leaving them in a tangled heap on the floor as a dark gray dust settled over them in a thick layer. Coughing from their dusting Giles untangled himself from the others and triumphantly held up a broken vent chain. "Well, at least it's closed." "Hey, you guys," Jolly shouted, "I think I've found a way out of here!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Sir!" said a voice, and it took a moment for it then motioned to the stack. "Let me climb up there, I'll have a better chance of closing it." "After your work on the door?" Giles chided, "No way." Ignoring Jenson's scowl Giles carefully climbed up on the creates. "Next time you guys decided to do something like this, do me a favor and leave me out of it." Jenson grumbled as he steadied the creates. "Next time don't go in on one of Starbuck's schemes." Boomer responded as he came up behind Jenson. "Can you close it, Giles?" "Yah, I think so. Whoa!" Giles exclamation was all the warning they got before he plummeted down on top of them leaving them in a tangled heap on the floor as a dark gray dust settled over them in a thick layer. Coughing from their dusting Giles untangled himself from the others and triumphantly held up a broken vent chain. "Well, at least it's closed." "Hey, you guys," Jolly shouted, "I think I've found a way out of here!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Sir!" said a voice, and it took a moment for it hot wire a door panel or something?" came Jolly's strained voice from somewhere behind the main storage bin. His words were punctuated with lots of groaning and they could all hear the sounds of boxes scraping along the floor. "We don't hot wire them, we repair them," came the unperturbed response as Jenson once again began to dig through bin. "Solinite adjusters, theta band monitors even tylium gages, but do you think they'd store anything so simple as a wrench? Oh, no, that would practical. " The engineer grumbled as the gave up on the bin and slammed the lid down with undo force. "Somehow, I don't think shorting out the panel qualifies as a repair." Giles commented as he placed a crate under the smoking air vent. Picking up another crate Jenson carried it over to Giles. "Yah, well, your lucky that's all it did. That circuitry has to be a millennium old. I think even Shadrick would have been hard pressed not to fry it." He placed the second create on top of the first, hot wire a door panel or something?" came Jolly's strained voice from somewhere behind the main storage bin. His words were punctuated with lots of groaning and they could all hear the sounds of boxes scraping along the floor. "We don't hot wire them, we repair them," came the unperturbed response as Jenson once again began to dig through bin. "Solinite adjusters, theta band monitors even tylium gages, but do you think they'd store anything so simple as a wrench? Oh, no, that would practical. " The engineer grumbled as the gave up on the bin and slammed the lid down with undo force. "Somehow, I don't think shorting out the panel qualifies as a repair." Giles commented as he placed a crate under the smoking air vent. Picking up another crate Jenson carried it over to Giles. "Yah, well, your lucky that's all it did. That circuitry has to be a millennium old. I think even Shadrick would have been hard pressed not to fry it." He placed the second create on top of the first, to penetrate Adama's reverie. Staring at the scanners, and reviewing all data on known weapon's systems, he had been "out of touch". "Yes?" he asked, acknowledging Rigel. She had turned, half-rising from her position down in "The Pit". "I've retuned the scanners to read the mines more effectively, Commander," she said, transferring the data to Adama's position. He switched views, and studied her results. She had increased resolution on the mysterious alien objects by nearly 20%, and was able to glean some internal structural data as well. "Using image-plane multidither sensing to obtain wavefront-correction control signal..." "Ensign, please," said Tigh, sensing one of Rigel's techno-babble sessions coming on. "The bottom line?" "Sorry, sir," sighed Rigel. "The bottom line is, we can now get enough data from our scans to figure out how to lock on to one of the mines, and capture it for study. Sirs." "Are you certain, Ensign?"to penetrate Adama's reverie. Staring at the scanners, and reviewing all data on known weapon's systems, he had been "out of touch". "Yes?" he asked, acknowledging Rigel. She had turned, half-rising from her position down in "The Pit". "I've retuned the scanners to read the mines more effectively, Commander," she said, transferring the data to Adama's position. He switched views, and studied her results. She had increased resolution on the mysterious alien objects by nearly 20%, and was able to glean some internal structural data as well. "Using image-plane multidither sensing to obtain wavefront-correction control signal..." "Ensign, please," said Tigh, sensing one of Rigel's techno-babble sessions coming on. "The bottom line?" "Sorry, sir," sighed Rigel. "The bottom line is, we can now get enough data from our scans to figure out how to lock on to one of the mines, and capture it for study. Sirs." "Are you certain, Ensign?"to penetrate Adama's reverie. Staring at the scanners, and reviewing all data on known weapon's systems, he had been "out of touch". "Yes?" he asked, acknowledging Rigel. She had turned, half-rising from her position down in "The Pit". "I've retuned the scanners to read the mines more effectively, Commander," she said, transferring the data to Adama's position. He switched views, and studied her results. She had increased resolution on the mysterious alien objects by nearly 20%, and was able to glean some internal structural data as well. "Using image-plane multidither sensing to obtain wavefront-correction control signal..." "Ensign, please," said Tigh, sensing one of Rigel's techno-babble sessions coming on. "The bottom line?" "Sorry, sir," sighed Rigel. "The bottom line is, we can now get enough data from our scans to figure out how to lock on to one of the mines, and capture it for study. Sirs." "Are you certain, Ensign?"then motioned to the stack. "Let me climb up there, I'll have a better chance of closing it." "After your work on the door?" Giles chided, "No way." Ignoring Jenson's scowl Giles carefully climbed up on the creates. "Next time you guys decided to do something like this, do me a favor and leave me out of it." Jenson grumbled as he steadied the creates. "Next time don't go in on one of Starbuck's schemes." Boomer responded as he came up behind Jenson. "Can you close it, Giles?" "Yah, I think so. Whoa!" Giles exclamation was all the warning they got before he plummeted down on top of them leaving them in a tangled heap on the floor as a dark gray dust settled over them in a thick layer. Coughing from their dusting Giles untangled himself from the others and triumphantly held up a broken vent chain. "Well, at least it's closed." "Hey, you guys," Jolly shouted, "I think I've found a way out of here!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Sir!" said a voice, and it took a moment for it to penetrate Adama's reverie. Staring at the scanners, and reviewing all data on known weapon's systems, he had been "out of touch". "Yes?" he asked, acknowledging Rigel. She had turned, half-rising from her position down in "The Pit". "I've retuned the scanners to read the mines more effectively, Commander," she said, transferring the data to Adama's position. He switched views, and studied her results. She had increased resolution on the mysterious alien objects by nearly 20%, and was able to glean some internal structural data as well. "Using image-plane multidither sensing to obtain wavefront-correction control signal..." "Ensign, please," said Tigh, sensing one of Rigel's techno-babble sessions coming on. "The bottom line?" "Sorry, sir," sighed Rigel. "The bottom line is, we can now get enough data from our scans to figure out how to lock on to one of the mines, and capture it for study. Sirs." "Are you certain, Ensign?"then motioned to the stack. "Let me climb up there, I'll have a better chance of closing it." "After your work on the door?" Giles chided, "No way." Ignoring Jenson's scowl Giles carefully climbed up on the creates. "Next time you guys decided to do something like this, do me a favor and leave me out of it." Jenson grumbled as he steadied the creates. "Next time don't go in on one of Starbuck's schemes." Boomer responded as he came up behind Jenson. "Can you close it, Giles?" "Yah, I think so. Whoa!" Giles exclamation was all the warning they got before he plummeted down on top of them leaving them in a tangled heap on the floor as a dark gray dust settled over them in a thick layer. Coughing from their dusting Giles untangled himself from the others and triumphantly held up a broken vent chain. "Well, at least it's closed." "Hey, you guys," Jolly shouted, "I think I've found a way out of here!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Sir!" said a voice, and it took a moment for it