CHAPTER THREE: Buried is the Truth
Rating: MA
Characters: Adama/Roslin (pairing) and various others
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Chapter Three: Buried is the truth
No Man’s Land
Previously:
“This is Earth sir,” Gaeta said, picking up the charts, “the constellations match…”
“I know this is it,” Starbuck snapped, “I know, factually this is it. But this isn’t what I saw!”
***
“Mrs Adama?”
Tearing her eyes away from the serene view of the water and her optimistic musings, Laura turned to face the young man standing behind her, “Yes?”
The youth gave her an apologetic look, “Admiral Adama told me to come and get you… they’ve found some more.”
***
“I found it,” Baltar said stepping towards the Three, her face breaking into a wide grin at the sight of him.
“I woke this morning with this overwhelming urge to walk outside; I came to a clearing and felt this power…” As Lee and Laura exchanged exasperated looks, D’Anna and Lana appeared to hang on Baltar’s every word.
“I knelt on the ground and started to claw at the dirt with my hands,” he held them up, still coated with faint traces of dust, his finger nails filthy, “and I found it. It’s a sign from God.”
At the top of the small hill the area was large and flat and immediately Laura could see what Baltar had found. Uncovered in the centre of the area was a large stone tablet. The faint coloured pictures on the surface showed the Temple of Aurora in all its glory but what drew Laura’s attention was the bright golden light shooting from the blue sky towards the temple. There were no words, merely the image: bright blue skies, lush green earth, the robust and gleaming temple and the shocking golden flare darting from the sky.
“See,” Baltar pointed in excitement.
They all crowed around it; Bill and Lee kneeling down to touch the smooth, cold stone.
“What’s that falling from the sky?” D’Anna said leaning over Laura’s shoulder.
“Space debris?” Lee offered, “A meteoroid or asteroid perhaps?”
“Or a ship.” Bill said lowly as he pointed to the bright blaze that took a triangular point at the front.
Laura knelt down next to her husband and brushed her fingers over the image, “A ship…” she whispered.
Chapter Three: Buried is the truth
“So something - a ship - crash landed here?” Lee asked, standing up and brushing the dirt off his pants.
They all stood around the stone tablet, D’Anna and Lana next to a very excited Gaius Baltar, while Laura and Bill stood in front of the relic staring down at it trying to find some meaning.
“Past tense Mr Adama?” Gaius asked, “This could be a prophesy.”
“There is no evidence of that,” Laura said trying to control her patience, “For one, we don’t have a Temple of Aurora.”
“Who says that is the Temple of Aurora?” he replied.
Laura clenched her jaw, “This image matches the other images portraying the Temple of Aurora.”
“From the false texts...”
Bill immediately interrupted, knowing instinctively that Baltar would be walking away with a broken nose if someone didn’t split the pair up, “It’s just a picture, we can’t know what it means, it might mean nothing.”
“Surely Admiral,” D’Anna singsonged, “You aren’t that closed minded that you cannot see the importance of this find. This is the most revealing relic uncovered so far.”
Bill sighed, “On the Twelve Colonies every shop sold pottery or something to do with the legend of Hercules, that doesn’t mean he existed. This could just be a legend.”
“Laura,” Baltar tried, “Surely you see this for what it is ... a sign.”
Laura smiled, “I do think it’s a sign Mr Baltar, but I think there is more evidence suggesting that this portrays what happened here.”
“Or,” Baltar added, “It would foretell what will happen, especially as it was God that led me to this. Everything is for a reason.”
Laura sighed audibly, “I refuse to believe this depicts another invasion.”
“Are you forgetting the other cylons?”
“No. Are you saying they will return and fly a ship into the side of the Temple of Aurora we don’t have?”
Bill touched Laura’s arm which was enough to calm her momentarily, “Ultimately,” Bill began, “we don’t know what this means. We can spend all day here trying to guess what it means and we will never know if we even get close.”
“I agree,” Lee said firmly, “We are getting no-where here.”
“That’s it?” Baltar screeched as the group started to disband, “This is the most significant find...”
“And we don’t know what it means,” D’Anna interrupted, “Until we know we can’t do anything.”
With one last look at the stone, D’Anna and Lana walked away, the Three looking over her shoulder one last time to give Baltar a sad smile.
Baltar looked at the others in disbelief, “We can’t just walk away.”
“What can we do?” Lee asked, “I’m open to suggestions.”
In one last attempt Baltar caught Laura’s hand, very aware of how the Admiral tensed next to her and stepped closer, “This is important Laura. I can feel it. I know you can too.”
She nodded slightly, “I know...but, there’s nothing we can do, this isn’t enough.”
It was ironic that this little picture seemed to give so much and yet really didn’t help at all. They had more questions and no answers. If it was a ship falling from the sky, what did it mean? Why was it there? What was it doing? And most importantly when did it happen?
All these questions flooded Laura’s head, along with a little voice that screamed it might all mean nothing. Feeling stifled and bewildered Laura pulled away from Gaius and strode away. She was aware of Bill and Lee following silently behind but all she could focus on was the light falling from the sky - the knew, just knew, that those pictures held truth about what happened to this ruined planet.
When Lee and Bill caught up, falling into step with her, she broke the silence, “I want to see the other pieces again.”
She had looked at them millions of times, what she expected to see this time no-one knew.
***
Laura Adama stood in the Council Hall looking down at a table filled with decorative items that had been dug from the ruins. Thing were found everyday but most of it was ruined beyond comprehension, tiny blasted fragments that gave no hint to what they previously were. However, these pieces scattered on the table were significant finds from all over the encampment, pieces of pottery, pieces of decorated metal, fragments of a life before. They depicted (briefly in their broken forms) a green and lush earth, lots of landscape art, they never found anything bigger than the size of their hands. The cylons had kept a few pieces themselves, but nothing portrayed more than mere inches of colour. Baltar’s find was the most detailed piece so far, Laura couldn’t help wonder if it’s placement on the edge of No Man’s Land was significant... that place was so unexplored.
Laura practically itched with the knowledge that somewhere out there in the dirt could well be the answer to everything. It was haunting.
“You won’t find anything here,” Bill’s voice rumbled from behind her, his arms wrapping around her middle, bringing her back to his chest.
“What do you think this is?” She picked up a tiny piece of jagged metal, “Is that a person.”
Bill looked down at the piece and only saw smudges of colour that might represent sky and land and a thick line to the left that might start the form of a figure, “It could be anything.”
After a long pause Bill whispered huskily against her ear, “We need to go.”
He replaced the metal back on the table, “There are no answers here.”
“Somewhere there is.”
Pressing a kiss to the side of her head he confessed, “Perhaps, but not today.”
After a few moments he let her go, “I’ll be late for my shift.”
Laura braved a smile, “We can’t have that.”
They left the Hall and headed towards the Raptor that could take them back to Galactica but he knew that her mind was still in that room sifting through the artefacts, desperately trying to make sense of them.
***
Commander Kara Thrace walked briskly down the darkened halls of the Battlestar Galactica. Her boots thumped loudly on the metallic floor, the noise of her marching echoing far down the corridor. Her hair was slicked back into a neat ponytail, her officers uniform was neatly pressed and the buttons were so polished they shined. She walked with confidence and pride, although the ship was running with a minimal crew and most of the nonessential systems were shut down, she was still in charge. The Old Man had promoted both her and Karl Agathon to command the ship while he lived planetside. Every two weeks they would rotate, Karl, Kara and then Adama.
It was no secret that Bill was giving Kara more and more responsibility, presumably grooming her to take over command permanently, with Helo as the new XO. Whether she felt she was ready for it wasn’t the point. She would be the best she could be - the Old Man deserved the best.
Her two weeks had come to an end but she felt no desire to return to the dusty planet she had worked so hard to find. Every time she was set to return to Earth she felt the same heavy weight in her stomach, a mixture of dread, hopelessness and fear. She didn’t understand it, but she approached the hanger deck with a heavy heart.
The newly landed Raptor seemed swallowed by the silent and half filled hanger deck. The whole ship was silent, almost as if it were sleeping, just biding its time until the next disaster.
Slowly the door opened and for the first time in two weeks Starbuck saw the comforting form of William Adama.
He stepped out of the Raptor and extended his hand to Laura, helping her down to the hanger deck floor. Despite being dressed casually Bill immediately stepped into Admiral mode and greeted his acting commander formally, “Commander.”
Starbuck snapped to attention and saluted, “Admiral.”
The stern facade slowly faded from his face and he offered his adopted daughter a soft smile, “What do you hear Starbuck?”
“Nothing but the rain sir.”
“Then grab your gun and bring in the cat.”
Kara grinned back and then let her eyes slide warily over to where the Admiral’s wife stood. Laura was still foreboding even when wearing baggy jeans and a plain sweater. Both very much aware of the man they both loved they stepped forward and embraced each other for his sake. It was awkward but each time it got easier. They were closer now, bonded by Laura’s marriage to the Admiral, but still there was a nervous tension there. Kara so desperately wanted to be loved, she so desperately wanted to impress Laura and yet - there was a gulf between them that might never be bridged. Kara’s miraculous return from the dead still hung between.
“Good to see you Commander.”
Kara nodded in response and quickly returned to her comfort zone - work: “Nothing to report sir, everything is quiet. Two weeks of nothing but card games on the good ship Bucket.”
“I hope the next two weeks will be the same,” Laura added.
Clasping the girl on the shoulder Bill nudged her towards the Raptor, “Go do some work on that hovel you call a home.”
Galactica will always be my home... “Yes sir.”
They parted ways, Bill and Laura headed towards the hatch and Kara approached the Raptor, but suddenly she stopped and called back, “Anything new?”
“Baltar found another relic,” Laura replied, “Near his church.”
Kara felt a sliver of ice slide down her spine, “What was it?”
“A tablet with a picture of something falling from the sky towards the Temple of Aurora.”
Instantly the image Laura described flashed vividly in Kara’s mind: a bright light shooting from the heavens, darting towards Earth....Kara felt her body flush ice cold, something about that piece of information knocked the wind out of her and yet she didn’t know why. Somewhere within her mind she felt as if she knew the truth - about it all. About Earth, what happened and these artefacts they were digging up - but the truth was abstract and hidden from her, dancing somewhere on the edge of her consciousness. The harder she tried to see it the further it spun away.
Swallowing down the emotions she felt, Kara fought to keep her face neutral, “See you in two weeks.”
Laura merely smiled back, genuinely and warmly. It made Kara feel sick inside. Laura wasn’t the only one who was suspicious about Kara’s missing few months. Kara herself was her biggest sceptic.
How could she expect Laura to trust her when she didn’t trust herself?
***
Later that evening
Laura slumped with a groan into the couch in her nightwear and picked up the book her and Bill had been reading from the coffee table. They only had a few chapters to go but she was impatient and wanted to take a sneak look at what happens next before Bill finished his shower.
On the weeks Admiral Adama manned the Galactica, with essentially what you might class as a ghost crew, Laura would join him. There were times when she actually wished he was on permanent duty, for the selfish reasons, mainly comfortable quarters, hot showers and no rain. Originally she had planned to stay on the planet whilst Bill did his two weeks aboard Galactica, but he had insisted that she should be wherever he was. His over protective nature was sometimes smothering, but she wouldn't change him for the world. Deep down she knew that his insistence was more to do with the fact if something went wrong, they would at least be together. It seemed a lifetime ago since they had been parted for any length of time.
Bill exited the head, towelling his hair dry after his shower. Apart from the towel around his neck he was otherwise naked. Laura hadn't realised just how comfortable about his body he would be when they moved in together as a married couple. He had been quite modest before hand, dressing before he left the bathroom.
“You were supposed to wait for me, not start reading the next chapter!” he husked in a gentle reproach.
“You’re losing weight,” she looked up from her book, slowly letting her eyes travel his body, deliberately keeping her face impassive, but the twinkle in her eyes gave her away.
He stopped in front of her and gave her a wry smile, “It’s all the exercise.”
“Looking good, Admiral Adama.” Of course he knew that already - he could tell just by the way she looked at him that she was indeed enjoying the view. A small grin tinged with male pride spread across his lips. They shared a warm smile, “I have a wife - need to make the effort now.”
Laura chuckled, “Don’t expect me to start running with you and Helo. What you see is what you get.”
He pressed a kiss to the side of her head, “You’re perfect anyway.”
She quirked an eyebrow, silently disagreeing but allowing him his moment of sentimentality.
He walked away from her to the closet, grabbing a pair of boxers and a t shirt - his usual sleeping attire. “So what do you think so far?” he called as he dressed himself.
She placed a finger in the book to mark her place before answering his question. “It’s no Searider Falcon, but I like it.”
Bill closed the closet door, “You want a drink?”
“Please” she nodded placing the book back on the coffee table, before adding “Not too much Bill. A small one.”
Bill poured them a drink and joined her on the couch. She took the offered glass and took a sip. A calm silence feel between them, her head rested against his shoulder as his arm pulled her into him.
He swore he could almost hear the cogs in her brain turning "What are you thinking Laura?"
She didn't answer for a moment, lost in her daydreams. He nudged her gently "hmm?"
"What are you thinking?" Bill repeated.
"Nothing much...." she trailed off, lapsing back into her thoughts.
After a few distracted moments she spoke, “This tablet Bill, that scene it depicted….there is something about it Bill. I can't explain it.”
“Laura. It means nothing; it’s just a piece of stone with a drawing on it. Even if it did mean something, you are probably looking at thousands of years ago.”
“I just think it must mean something Bill. It has me intrigued, what was that thing supposedly falling from the sky?”
Bill picked up the book and started to flick through it, finding the page they finished on. She knew he was uncomfortable with the subject and was now trying to avoid it. His mind worked on fact and logic, not myth and legend. It was a good thing really, it made their relationship that much more interesting. There was often a difference in opinion but he always listened and tried his best to understand.
“It could be any number of things.” She sensed by the tone of his voice it was time to change the subject “You're right” her hand brushing his arm “so you gonna read the next chapter?”
He cleared his throat and began reading, “Chapter 19. He stood back against the wall, his face hidden in darkness of the shadows. The back streets of Caprica provided a labyrinth of dimly lit hiding places for him merge into. He only travelled at night, when most of the world would be enjoying peaceful slumber, he had no such luxury. His work was done in the dead of night.” Bill paused and took a sip of his drink before placing the now empty glass on the coffee table. He read in a steady and deep voice for the next hour, his soothing tone relaxing and gently arousing at the same time. As he read his hand travelled in soft strokes up and down her arm. With her head on his chest she listened to the steady thumbing on his heart as she breathed in the musky, manly scent of him. This was the most peaceful and content she had felt in weeks. Everything drifted away, Earth, the mysteries it contained, all faded and disappeared in the moment. All she could think of in that second was how lucky she was to have this man and how much she loved him.
Bill turned the page and started to read the next chapter, his voice rumbling the start of Chapter 23. “Bill,” Laura interrupted quietly, her head angling up to trace kisses into the crook of his neck “I think I have had enough of this book for one night”
He looked slightly startled before returning her playful grin, “You.....” his words were lost to a groan as her hand slipped under the waist band of his boxers. His body responded to her touch, a bolt of arousal shooting at lightning speed straight to his groin, making him drop the book, uncaring as it fell to the floor with a thud.
Her mouth nipped and suckled on his earlobe, her breath warm against his skin, as her hand continued to stroke his now almost painful erection still restricted by his shorts; his body arched, pushing himself into her further into her hand.
“I want you out of these" she husked in his ear, pulling at his boxers. He lifted his hips to allow her to discard them. Laura moved to the floor, positioning herself between his legs, she pulled his shorts over his hips and down his thighs before flinging them to one side.
Her delicate fingers closed around his length once more, she glanced up to see him looking down at her, his eyes darkened with lust. Giving him a wry smile she lowered her head, her breath hot against him. Bill gasped as her tongue flicked out across the tip, he could feel his heart pound against his chest as she traced kisses along the underside of his erection. His hands gripped the edge of the couch as she repeated the motion once more before taking him fully into her mouth.
Laura loved the control she had over him, making him totally defenceless for a brief moment in time. Part of her loved it because she knew what she gave to him would be returned ten fold. He never denied her anything; their love making was as on equal terms as pretty much the rest of their lives. Give and take. Both of them would openly admit to each other that the sex was more often than not mind-blowing, but then now they were with a partner whom was their equal, mind, body and soul.
Bill tilted his head back, groaning as her hand cupped his balls, squeezing gently as her mouth worked him relentlessly. His hand moved to thread through her hair, he does not guide her, merely content to just feel it through his fingers. He watches her now as he slides in and out of her mouth, the vibrations of her groans heightening his pleasure.
"So good," he murmured as her eyes glanced up to observe the effect her ministrations were having on him.
He pulled her head away from him slightly, "Laura ...you gotta stop," he finally managed.
She smiled inwardly, placing one last kiss to the tip of his hardness before he was pulling her flush on top of him. Straddling his lap she could feel him against the fabric of her panties. His fingers traced along her legs until they reach the fabric of her night dress, the silk of it soft to his touch. Bill's eyes followed the revealing of her skin as he pulled it up and over her head, tossing it to one side. He shifted her off of his lap and onto the couch, her body spreading the length of it. Smiling at her, deep blue eyes glazed over at the sight of her, he pulled his shirt over his head and threw it towards the rest of their clothing discarded on the floor. Turning his attention back to her, his fingers curled into the waist line of her panties, tugging gently, silently letting her know his intentions, she complied by raising her hips slightly. Bill lowered his head placing slow deliberate kisses to the insides of her thighs as he rid her of the only barrier of clothing remaining.
The very scent of her arousal assaulted his senses as he settled himself between her legs. His left hand slipped under her backside to gain just the right angle as his right began running over the soft skin of her thighs, to her stomach and then up to her breasts. His thumb and forefinger pinched her nipples to tautness causing a throaty moan from Laura as she moved her arms to rest above her head. His breath puffed across her centre as he moved closer, his tongue flicking out to taste her. He needed her, needed to taste her as much as she wanted him to.
She felt wanton, no man could make her feel like Bill Adama did, totally at ease within herself, no inhibitions, she gave everything, gave him her all. He looked at her as if she was the most beautiful thing in the universe; clichéd as it sounded that was how he made her feel.
His tongue swirled around her clit as he gently pushed one finger inside her and then a second, crooking them at just the right angle, drawing a short gasp from Laura. He began to thrust his fingers in and out of her as his mouth latched onto her clit, sucking hard before counteracting that with a gentle flick of his tongue. Her hips adulated against his face as one hand wound through his hair drawing him closer the other running over her breasts and stomach.
Every time she was close to orgasm he would withdraw from his ministrations, turning his attention to her thighs, placing open mouthed kisses all the way down to her knee and back. When she had calmed enough he would start again, this time though she clamped his head, holding him against her until she came apart screaming his name into the room. Bill grinned as he bought her down from her high, she was loud and that was incredibly sexy as far as he was concerned. Lucky for her the likelihood of anyone hearing her was remote; a small part of him wished someone would: The Old Man has still got it!
"Gods Bill..." she sighed as he moved away from her and stood up.
Bill held out his hand to her "Let’s go to bed Laura."
She smiled and took his hand, "Okay."
Silently they made their way across the room to the rack; he pulled back the covers and stepped aside to allow her to climb in. She pulled him down with her, kissing him.
He hoisted the covers up to just above their waists as he rolled on top of her. His elbows and forearms either side of her shoulders, keeping his weight off of her. His fingers played with the fiery strands of her hair as he lent his head down to kiss her, their tongues lazily duelling.
Laura could feel his erection pressing against her thigh; she reached down between their bodies and guided him into her. He broke the kiss to look into her eyes as he began to move within her. One hand moved up to thread her fingers through his thick hair, tugging him back down into a kiss; her other hand massaged his ass, squeezing as he languidly thrust in and out of her.
Four years ago, if anyone had told Laura Roslin that Bill Adama could be so loving and gentle she probably would have laughed in their face. The intensity with which he made love to her she had never experienced before in her life. It was never just a quick frak or a fumble and even if it was quick she never felt like it and was never left unsatisfied.
His face was now buried in the crook of her neck, his breathing deep and his movements within her becoming erratic. She too was close, she felt that warm feeling pooling at her core, her eyes slammed shut as an explosion of greens, blues and reds overtook her. She heard him grunt and after a few more thrusts he joined her. She could feel him throbbing as he released himself and then whispered, “I love you.”
They lay breathlessly, their bodies still slick with cooling sweat from making love. Her head rested on his chest, an arm draped over his stomach as she listened to the sound of his gradually slowing heartbeat. His fingers drew feather light circles up and down her back, tickling her creamy soft skin. He liked making love to her, but it was the intimacy of her laying in his arms afterwards he really loved. The feel of her hot breath across his chest, the way her fingers would gently caress the course hair on his stomach.
Gradually they both succumbed to sleep, her still wrapped in his strong protective arms.
*******
Her head felt foggy, her thoughts jumbled and abstract. Laura stood alone in the middle of the wasteland. She stared out and saw nothing but endless dust and ashen sand. As far as the eye could see was sheer desolace. No Man’s Land. She wore her usual clothes, worn trousers and comfortable jumper. She felt distant and removed from reality; her head swam and struggled to make sense of anything.
“Laura?”
She turned slowly, feeling a dizzy rush as the entire planet seemed to spin. Before her stood her husband, looking so heart wrenchingly familiar and yet…everything seemed surreal.
“Bill?”
Her words echoed and were instantly snatched by a sudden violent wind that swirled around them, churning up the sand in angry torrents. Her husband vanished before her, the curtain of sand forcing her to stare into the heart of a tornado - where all she could see was dirt and dust flying in the air. She thought she could hear him calling to her, but sound became a rush of windy noise, a whistling howl that blocked out all other sound.
She stumbled forward, walking blindly through the sandstorm, feeling the whip and scratch of the sand against her face; it stung and forced her back. Her feet felt heavy as she ventured forward, walking towards nothing, feeling like she was going nowhere.
She walked compelled, as if a force pulled her forward, a silent voice calling her home.
Disorientated she fell to her knees, her hands slapping the ground hard enough to sting. To her wonder the dirt beneath her fingers swept away, becoming part of the tornado swirling around her. Under her fingers she was faced with the smooth horror of her own face staring back at her. The likeness of this grey, lifeless face sent her reeling, her stomach recoiling violently. The word, ‘No’ was on the tip of her tongue but words were lost and meaningless.
Somewhere within her she knew - knew without a doubt - that she wouldn’t be alone. With her heart beating frantically in her chest she moved inches to her left and dug her fingers into the blackened soil. When she connected with cool stone she knew she had found him.
Bill Adama, inches from her - with her even in death.
Brushing the sand away she saw the finality of his grey, weathered features. She only realised she was crying when a tear fell from her eye and splashed forlornly onto his pale cheek. And it was at that moment reality snapped back and she woke up, panting and sweating in her bed.
She was in their quarters on Galactica. It felt and smelt real, the sheets beneath her fingers were red and cool, the air had that faint metallic smell that came with all ships and the darkness was broken only by the comforting glow of a reading lamp.
Panting she tried to get her breathing under control, her fingers trembled as they came up to brush against her chest, the place her heart was beating powerfully.
“You ok?”
She jumped slightly, and turned to face the source of the noise, seeing Bill’s form sitting in a chair in the corner of the room.
“Yeah, bad dream… gods, those stories really catch on.”
He put down the book he was reading and stood slowly, “What stories?” he asked as he walked towards the rack.
“No Man’s Land: the ones they tell the children about getting lost out there.”
Bill sat down heavily on the corner of the rack and sighed deeply, his face deeply troubled, “There’s nothing out there but ruins.”
“I know Bill,” she looked at him quizzically, feeling her heart beat slow to normal, “It was just a dream.”
He smiled thinly and squeezed her hand, noting the way their rings brushed as their fingers entwined, “I know that, you have a habit of getting carried away.”
The words stung but she knew they held no real malice.
“What did you dream?” he asked eventually, his voice almost a whisper.
Laura lay down and pulled Bill with her, settling them back into bed, “Just a nightmare, I dreamt I found us out there buried in the dirt.”
She rested her head on his chest and wrapped her arm around his waist, “Why were you up?”
After a long pause he replied, “I couldn’t sleep.”
Laura nodded, her short soft hair brushing his neck, “Bad dream?”
“I don’t dream.”
He reached over and turned the lamp off, smothering them in darkness. After a few moments she was asleep once more, her deep breathing warming his skin. He lay awake staring into the blackness, his arms tight around her.
He was many things - but a liar he was not. Until this morning at 3.55, when he told his wife he didn’t dream. The truth is he did dream. He dreamt the same dreams she did.
When he closed his eyes he saw them laying together in the dirt, he told himself it was just a dream but in his heart he knew he was lying.
And it wasn’t the first time he had ventured into dreamscape and dug them out of the sand.
It wouldn’t be the last either.
A/N We hope this was worth the wait, we had a minor crisis so it was delayed today, but… yeah hope it was worth it. Let us know : )