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epilog-scurry twenty-three

 

 

 

  Much later, well after the former hostages have begun the long task of returning to their various home-colonies, the proper paperwork is coursing its way to the proper channels, and the recovery task force is dispersing, two figures emerge from a rarely used passage onto the fringe of the landing deck of the Galactica.
   "Well, old buddy," Leiutenant Boomer speaks, "Making any plans for the coming revelry?"
   "Plans? Me?" Leiutenant says in all innocence as he pulls out a fumarillo and clenches it between his teeth.
   Boomer is slightly skeptical, "Sure, the Quoroum has declared a time of Colonial Jubilation, I refuse to beleive that you would miss out on that."
   "Oh, the Jubilation," Starbuck nods as if only now does he realize what Boomer had meant to start with, "Oh maybe I'll go planet-side and look up some old friends and acquaintances," Starbuck comments, "Perhaps I'll go so far as to partake of  an ambrosia," Starbuck takes a single match from his pocket, "And you?"
   "Mostly low-key," Boomer starts off, then looks beyond Starbuck, "Oh, hello, Captain Apollo."
   The fumarillo and match disappear back into the Leiutenant's jacket, Starbuck turns, "Oh hello, Captain Apollo, imagine running into you of all people."
   "Small ship," Captain Apollo answers calmly, doesn't act as if he has seen the fumarillo or the match, "I thought I might run accross the two of you  here."
   "Well Captain, Boomer and myself were laying plans for the festivities that have been declared for all the Colonies by our very own Quoroum," Starbuck explains.
   Boomer nods agreement.
   Captain Apollo frowns, "Well I hate to be the messenger of bad news, but Colonel Tigh has cancelled all leave, and is recalling all personel. He plans to conduct a roll call before we leave orbit. I was detailed to ascertain that all individuals were present and accounted for."
   "A roll call? On a battlestar?" Boomer asks.
   "I know, take it up with the Colonel," Apollo explains, "The Commander has ordered that the Galactica leave the Colonies and return to her patrol station. Colonel Tigh is making certain that the ships complement is up to maximum strength."

 

 

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