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Here I am. On the
Battlestar Galactica. Hiding Under this so-called bed. with a bowl full of
gruel-ration spilled all over me. The entire ship shakes from
another direct hit. Through the slats in the cel-door, I can hear claxons
going off and catch glimpses of people hustling and hurrying about their
emergencies.
Yeah, I heard the warning sirens go off, calling people to their posts.
I felt the vibrations of what I take as the Viper-starcraft launching. I can
hear the power surges as the self-defense lasers open fire.
The ship shakes again. Another direct hit. I've heard the real
Warriors call the ship, the Big G. I sure hope it can survive the punishment.
Who's mad at us anyways? There is presently a cease-fire with
our ancient enemies. And this area of space is too remote for another
star-faring power to reach. Outlaw pirates and smugglers could hardly muster
enough power to tackle a battlestar under perfect conditions. Many Pirates
were wiped out during the Rescue.
The ship shakes from another hit. I hear a voice on the intercom
to evacuate an entire section. It would just be my luck that this section
will take a direct hit and the real Warriors will evacuate, but they'll
completely forget all about Scurry.
I've been stuck in this what passes for a cel for quite
some time, awaiting reassignment I was told.
Some reassignment. They keep me in the dark about everything and
feed me this gruel-ration. Except for the gruel-ration shoved under the door,
there's not much else to do. If I do leave my cel, I soon find myself lost.
And then, some burly guy looks me up and escorts me back to my cel.
Other than that, there's been nothing else to do between feeding
times except watch the countless luminaries on the video-veiwer give endless
speeches about the armistence and peace in our own time. The President, Sire
Uri, and an endless procession of luminaries give their speeches. Each speech
is more inciteful and grandiose than the last.
The ship shakes again from another direct hit. There is a power
surge and the video-screen blows up.
Well at least one thing has gone my way...
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