Room 519 [Saturday Morning]
His routine has been thrown off.
When Leoben awakens, it's not in the confines of the Basestar, surrounded by the familiar hums he's grown used to. This bed is entirely too soft, this room entirely too quiet.
He is no longer on the Basestar. It's not so much worrying as it is troublesome. The sun is rising, telling Leoben that he is no longer even in space. The layout is unfamiliar but it won't be for long.
God sent him on this mission for a reason. Where there was land, there were people. Where there were people, there were flexible minds just waiting to be molded.
It was going to be a fine day.
[One Cylon at your service. Open!]
When Leoben awakens, it's not in the confines of the Basestar, surrounded by the familiar hums he's grown used to. This bed is entirely too soft, this room entirely too quiet.
He is no longer on the Basestar. It's not so much worrying as it is troublesome. The sun is rising, telling Leoben that he is no longer even in space. The layout is unfamiliar but it won't be for long.
God sent him on this mission for a reason. Where there was land, there were people. Where there were people, there were flexible minds just waiting to be molded.
It was going to be a fine day.
[One Cylon at your service. Open!]