Roslin accompanies Bill and Lampkin back to Galactica, and handles the work of occupying Baltar's new attorney in conversation while the admiral informs his son of his new job as security detail ( Read more... )

Once she's finally alone, Roslin breathes out a shaky breath and grips the edge of the sink, staring into the mirror. "Get hold of yourself, Laura," she tells her image. "One thing at a time ( Read more... )

She’d asked Tyrol if he was sure, and he had been. He’d recognized it from his father’s books, and given that Tyrol’s father had been a priest, he’d known what he was looking at when he saw it. Radiocarbon dating had confirmed it, placing the site at four thousand years old - a perfect match in timing with the exodus of the thirteenth tribe ( Read more... )

All their preparation, all their planning, and now it's finally happening.

Adama's on his way.  Galactica is coming back.

Oh, gods.  Bill.

It's been hard, so hard to hold on to hope for so long, but she'd never allowed herself to lose faith.  Not in this.

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Isis is laughing; Maya murmurs soothing things and plays with ( Read more... )

She's in the middle of a math lesson when it begins ( Read more... )

She'd never been willing to allow hidden weapons storage among the school supplies, declaring that the danger to the children in case of discovery was far too high. Other things, however, such as extra food and undocumented medical supplies, were deemed an acceptable risk, or at least one that could be explained away if the worst should happen ( Read more... )