One step closer.
Oct. 2nd, 2017 04:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chiron_survivorThe mood on board the Chiron was listless when Adia returned from a visit to the Nexus. The Fleet was adrift, both figuratively and literally. Adia, by contrast, was filled with a newfound determination. Jim had offered her people sanctuary in his universe, and others had provided insight on coordinating PINpoint technology with Galactica’s jump drive. It was time that she told someone in charge about the Nexus so that the Fleet could have a new home and freedom from the enemy Cylons.
Captain Agathon was the obvious choice. He was smart and trustworthy, and could grant her an audience with Commander Adama. She sat down at her lab’s computer and spent hours formulating an email to him.
DearCaptain Agathon Karl Captain Agathon,
It’s very important that I speak with you and Commander Adama. I have some very important information that
This is going to sound crazy, but I know a place
Remember that story I told your daughter about the talking polar bear? Well, funny thing, it’s actually
Always one to re-write and edit her emails, this particular correspondence was leaving her stressed and overwhelmed. If she kept it too vague, he may not take her seriously. If she revealed too much, would he even believe her?
Deciding to sleep on it, she vowed to send him an email the next day, but two events promptly interfered with that plan: Maggie went into labor, and Tom Zarek led a mutiny.
The former vice-president was sickened by Roslin’s ineffectual leadership and Adama’s alliance with the rebel Cylons. He took over Galactica and threw into the brig Commander Adama and his crew. President Roslin had the Cylons position their basestar so that it physically blocked the civilian ships, preventing Zarek’s mutiny from spreading any further.
Unfortunately, this meant that Maggie’s midwife could not leave her own ship. The Chiron had no shortage of doctors, but of the few who had medical degrees, only one remembered her rounds on the maternity ward well enough to assist Maggie with her delivery.
Maggie, to her credit, gave birth like a champion. She never screamed or writhed in agony, merely held on tenaciously to Seth’s hand and panted forcefully through every contraction. When it came time to push, she did so without instruction, delivering her child as naturally as breathing.
It was only later, while Adia was keeping her company and Seth was elsewhere listening to fragmented reports of the ongoing mutiny, that she broke down, sobbing softly so as not to wake the newborn nestled in her arms. “I shouldn’t have brought him into this world,” she whispered, her voice cracking at the edges. “He’s too good for it.”
~*~
Both Maggie and the baby were asleep when Seth returned to their quarters. He looked haunted, his broad face unusually pale. “He shot the Quorum,” he told Adia without preamble. “They wouldn’t support his coup.”
It was one less obstacle between Zarek and control of the Fleet. She dropped her gaze, feeling nauseated. “Do you think he’ll attack the basestar?”
Seth didn’t answer her. He was looking at his wife sleeping fitfully on their bed, the baby next to her in a makeshift bassinet. “You know, I met Zarek once. It was right after we escaped New Caprica. He congratulated me for sticking to my principles.”
He clenched his fists and turned away, as if in shame. “He’s a bastard.”
~*~
In the end, Adama was able to regain control of Galactica. Zarek and his co-conspirator Felix Gaeta were executed, but any other people involved in the mutiny were pardoned. President Roslin returned to her post, and the rebel Cylons were formally welcomed into the Fleet.
Maggie and Seth were in better spirits, showing off baby Jason to the rest of the crew. They gave Adia the honor of holding him first. He was awake but quiet, staring up at her with big brown eyes, his mouth a soft, pensive line.
She had to send that email. For her godson, for his parents. For the crew of her ship and all the others.
As soon as he was out of her arms, she excused herself and headed back to the lab.
~*~
Adia,
I’m having you reassigned to Galactica tomorrow so you can meet with me after your post ends. I hope whatever it is you need to tell me can wait that long.
Cheers,
Karl
ps — Sharon and Hera are fine, thank you for asking. It’s been a crazy twenty-four hours, huh?
Captain Agathon was the obvious choice. He was smart and trustworthy, and could grant her an audience with Commander Adama. She sat down at her lab’s computer and spent hours formulating an email to him.
Dear
Always one to re-write and edit her emails, this particular correspondence was leaving her stressed and overwhelmed. If she kept it too vague, he may not take her seriously. If she revealed too much, would he even believe her?
Deciding to sleep on it, she vowed to send him an email the next day, but two events promptly interfered with that plan: Maggie went into labor, and Tom Zarek led a mutiny.
The former vice-president was sickened by Roslin’s ineffectual leadership and Adama’s alliance with the rebel Cylons. He took over Galactica and threw into the brig Commander Adama and his crew. President Roslin had the Cylons position their basestar so that it physically blocked the civilian ships, preventing Zarek’s mutiny from spreading any further.
Unfortunately, this meant that Maggie’s midwife could not leave her own ship. The Chiron had no shortage of doctors, but of the few who had medical degrees, only one remembered her rounds on the maternity ward well enough to assist Maggie with her delivery.
Maggie, to her credit, gave birth like a champion. She never screamed or writhed in agony, merely held on tenaciously to Seth’s hand and panted forcefully through every contraction. When it came time to push, she did so without instruction, delivering her child as naturally as breathing.
It was only later, while Adia was keeping her company and Seth was elsewhere listening to fragmented reports of the ongoing mutiny, that she broke down, sobbing softly so as not to wake the newborn nestled in her arms. “I shouldn’t have brought him into this world,” she whispered, her voice cracking at the edges. “He’s too good for it.”
~*~
Both Maggie and the baby were asleep when Seth returned to their quarters. He looked haunted, his broad face unusually pale. “He shot the Quorum,” he told Adia without preamble. “They wouldn’t support his coup.”
It was one less obstacle between Zarek and control of the Fleet. She dropped her gaze, feeling nauseated. “Do you think he’ll attack the basestar?”
Seth didn’t answer her. He was looking at his wife sleeping fitfully on their bed, the baby next to her in a makeshift bassinet. “You know, I met Zarek once. It was right after we escaped New Caprica. He congratulated me for sticking to my principles.”
He clenched his fists and turned away, as if in shame. “He’s a bastard.”
~*~
In the end, Adama was able to regain control of Galactica. Zarek and his co-conspirator Felix Gaeta were executed, but any other people involved in the mutiny were pardoned. President Roslin returned to her post, and the rebel Cylons were formally welcomed into the Fleet.
Maggie and Seth were in better spirits, showing off baby Jason to the rest of the crew. They gave Adia the honor of holding him first. He was awake but quiet, staring up at her with big brown eyes, his mouth a soft, pensive line.
She had to send that email. For her godson, for his parents. For the crew of her ship and all the others.
As soon as he was out of her arms, she excused herself and headed back to the lab.
~*~
Adia,
I’m having you reassigned to Galactica tomorrow so you can meet with me after your post ends. I hope whatever it is you need to tell me can wait that long.
Cheers,
Karl
ps — Sharon and Hera are fine, thank you for asking. It’s been a crazy twenty-four hours, huh?
