Just came here to say that Apollo is the gayest little bitch of all time and Starbuck needs to die too.
Will just state here for all to see that I have no knowledge at all of this theme. Might wiki a bit at some stage depending on how long I last.
And I believe I shall lock the results of the night in for 2100 NZT or 22 hours from this post. (don't have the time to wait on the order and do up the write up and send out the reports with work in the morning) And from there the game will officially be underway.
I will leave you with this: <style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:Cambria; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin-top:0cm; margin-right:0cm; margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0cm; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page Section1 {size:612.0pt 792.0pt; margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt; mso-header-margin:36.0pt; mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style> The ship was a blur of movement, the exodus and extinction of mankind was to those remaining not a memory but an event that was still in effect. They rushed to and fro their stations full of the adrenaline and anxiety of beings that are fleeing a predator. Yet gradually they began to settle down as they jumped further and further away from the lost colonies and the Cylon fleet. They were safe, they weren’t being chased. They were alone. Oh so alone. Several days passed and the ragtag collection of ships had begun to form a semblance of order. Their FTL jumps began to grow less frequent. They began to sleep during normal hours. The sense of panic had begun to fade. They slowly but surely let down their guard. A fact that was not lost on the most beautiful creature on the fleet. She walked down the hallways of the Galactica, a heavy coat hiding her slender form. Her golden hair and long legs still gained her a few wry smiles from Colonial guards that manned the Galactica’s halls. With a body like that, she could go anywhere. And she most certainly had somewhere to go...