Yeah, I heard the warning-sirens go ogg, calling people to their posts. I felt the vibrations of what I take as the Viper-starcraft launching. I hear the power surges as the self-defense lasers open fire.

Prologue:   Here I am. On the BattleStar Galactica. Hiding under this so called be. With a bowl full of gruel-ration spilled all over me. The ship shakes from another ditrect 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.