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Entry tags: | character: felix gaeta, character: kara 'starbuck' thrace, rating: pg |
Fic: Pathways: Sounding The Impact 2/5 BattleStar Galactica 2003
Title: Pathways: Sounding The Impact.
Author: Lopaka Tanu
Disclaimer: I do not own BattleStar Galactica.
Characters: Gaeta, Jammer, Tyrol, Calley, Starbuck, Baltar, Adama, Tigh.
Words: 5515
Prompt: Gaeta discovers he is a Cylon.
Fandom: BattleStar Galactica 2003
Timeline: Six Degrees Of Separation.
Pairing: Gaeta/Jammer
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Language.
Summary: Following the revelation, Gaeta finds his way.
Author's Note: Borrows some dialog from the episode.
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The atmosphere in CIC was tense. Following the dissolution of the tribunal, no one was brave enough to talk about what had happened. At least not while the old man was around.
Felix knew there were whispers going on every time the Colonel turned his back. He had more than once had to stare people in to getting back to their duties. This surprised him, because after three days of finger pointing and muck racking, he would have thought there would have been a relief from the stress.
Instead, they persisted in stirring rumors and causing trouble. It was like the crew wanted to start something ugly that would get someone hurt. That was a chilling thought.
The press wasn't much better. Most of what he caught over the wireless portrayed the Commander as a tyrant. It was tempting to leave their ships off the next jump coordinate updates.
The harsh sound of whispering behind him made Felix turn.
There was Petty Officer Romanos with Petty Officer Clarke. They were busy whispering, the tablet that Romanos had no doubt used as an excuse to speak with Clarke, hung at her side. So engrossed were they with their conversation, they didn't see him approach.
Snatching the tablet from Romanos, Felix checked the contents of the printed page. It was nothing but a communications report on a confirmation comm between the supply ship Argos and Galactica. Gaeta narrowed his eyes at the now silent crewmen. "Is there a reason you two are gossiping while on duty?"
The entire CIC went quiet.
From his position at the command console, Tigh suddenly looked up at them.
Romanos paled as she looked away. Her partner in crime barely restrained a glare at Gaeta.
Felix felt his fingers curl around the edge of the clipboard. "I asked you two a question."
Still, there was no response.
By now, people were actively staring, their duties forgotten. Even Dualla had put her station on standby to watch.
The Colonel remained at his post with an amused smirk. His usual cup was clutched between his fingers, waiting to be finished off.
Seeing that they weren't going to answer, Felix raised his head. "Fine." He set the clipboard down on the engineering console. "You're both dismissed from duty. An official reprimand will be entered in to the log."
"What?" Clarke rose up from his chair, shoving it back against the wall behind him as he did.
At the same time, Romanos turned on Felix. Her expression went from embarrassed to irate in a heartbeat. "You can't do that!"
"Actually, he can." Tigh wiped his lips, setting his cup down on the maps. His amusement now in full bloom, he nodded at the three of them. "As your senior officer and second on the duty shift, he is well within his rights. Perhaps while you're sulking about this in your quarters, you might brush up on the regulations as well."
A little suspicious, Felix gave the man a critical assessment. When he got a nod, he sighed and returned the gesture. He ignored the two crewman as they stormed past and resumed his post. Picking up his headset, he turned it on and slipped it back in to place over his ear.
After the hatch closed behind the two crewman, two officers moved in to take their positions. It was full minute before normal CIC noise resumed. For a change, there were no whispers between crewmates.
That would last until they got off shift, Felix knew. He would be the demon in their eyes for a few days, but that didn't matter. So long as the whispering stopped, he was happy to play the part the Colonel normally assumed.
As he performed a DRADIS scan, he caught the Colonel watching him.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The meal today was orange paste with something vaguely meat like and yellow potatoes. It was strange, Gaeta knew that they had fresh stores, but the food always came out looking and tasting like something produced in an industrial accident. All except the potatoes. No matter how much someone might loathe them, they were always present.
Thankfully, Felix wasn't one of those who hated his potatoes. The orange stuff, however, that was just engine sealant. Letting a glob of the paste fall back in to the tray, he dropped his metal spoon.
He was done. Good thing too, because the next moment he was surprised by a bundle of yellow tied with electrical tape being dropped on his table. Sitting back, he stared at it like it might explode. "What is this?"
"If you're going to do the work of a grunt, figured you might like to look the part." As Jammer spoke, a flotilla of trays landed on the table around Felix's. "We pitched in together and fixed you up a custom pair."
"Meaning they thought it up, and I had the quarter master make it based upon your sizes." Spoon halfway to his mouth, Tyrol sighed and raised his eyebrows. "Next time these morons get a great idea, someone please shoot me." He gave a half head turn and looked to Felix. "So, you gonna open it?"
"Sargent Stavron isn't that bad." Felix stared at the package a little reluctant. There could have been any number of garish things on it. He reached for it when he noticed all eyes upon him. "Thank you, I think."
Jammer grabbed a spoonful of the orange paste and put it in his mouth. The next moment he spit it back in the tray. "Uck!" He used the cuff of his stained jumpsuit to scrub at his tongue.
"Looks like we found the missing engine sealant." Calley scraped the paste to the far corner of her tray. When she looked up to Felix, she smiled in greetings. "Well?"
Nodding, Felix sighed. "All right." He used the tip of his butter knife to cut the tape, after a lot of jimmying of course. It was a yellow jumpsuit with light blue trim. Written in scrawling letters on the back were 'Honorary Deck Monkey'. "Thanks, I think."
"You don't like it?" His mouth half full of bread and meat, Jammer slurred his words. He quickly swallowed and wiped his mouth with his cuff again.
"It's not that." Grabbing the shoulders, Felix shook it out over the deck. The jumpsuit unfurled and dragged the ground as it settled against him. "I just, have no idea what to think."
Tyrol used his knife to stab at the meat. "You should feel honored." When he was certain the meat was dead, he used the fork to poke it a second time. "Can't you read the back of it?"
"Ah, I see that now." After giving it a final inspection, Gaeta folded it in half and draped it over his lap. He picked up his drink and took a quick sip to keep himself from laughing.
"It's a thank you!" Calley nearly bounced in her seat from the excitement. "For what you're doing, helping out and all." The memory of that caused her to frown and settled down in her chair. "We appreciate all the help."
"Oh, it's no problem. I'm happy to help." The words sounded flat even in his own ears. Felix tried to hide that fact by smiling for them. It never reached his eyes and the effort soon became too much. "The work helps clear my mind."
"Trouble sleeping?" Tyrol didn't need confirmation. He grimaced around a mouthful of the meat product and swallowed. "Got plenty of that going around. Half the frakking second shift are walking zombies. And with the recent events, it's only getting worse." He finished cutting up his meat and slammed the blade down beside his tray.
Looking up, the Chief tightened his lips in to a flat line. His expression was almost manic by the time he stopped. "So, this is a real treat." When he stabbed another piece of the meat product with his fork, he watched Calley jump. Tyrol shook his head and set the utensil down. "We appreciate the help, sir."
The four of them sat in silence for the next two minutes.
In between his sipping his tea, Gaeta idly tapped his shoe against the base of the table. He looked up when a boot kicked his away from it. His attention automatically went to Jammer.
Face set in a severe expression, Jammer's lips were tight and eyes drawn, he indicated underneath the table with his spoon. His grip on the utensil was little better than a fist.
Felix could have said something about that. He knew the other man was doing it only to annoy him. Ever since they had lunch together the first time, he had gone out of his way to eat like a monkey. He made one little comment about how Jammer should slow down and chew his food, then suddenly it's an all out war of manners.
That was one battle he was not going to fight. Just to not give the bastard a sense of satisfaction, he was deliberately ignoring him. Gaeta gave the table two more taps then picked up his drink again. The look he sent the other man was one of pure innocence.
"Aphrodite's tits, I swear if you kick that table one more time!" Another tray joined them at the table. This one was loaded down with nothing but the orange paste. Her drink smelling suspiciously of eighty-proof, Starbuck turned a chair around and straddled it. "So, what's new in the world of boring, old Felix Gaeta, Lieutenant?"
There was nothing else to do but sigh at her antics. They had been through this before. Turning tired eyes on her, Felix tried to appease the Kara beast. "Just having lunch with a few of my friends. What can I do for you, Lieutenant?"
She reached over and snatched a spoonful of the paste off his tray. "Nothing for me, but Lee's been missing you at the poker table. He has so many cubits leftover that he's starting to feel a little spoiled." She snatched up the last of it with a second swipe. "We can't let him keep them, else he might start getting ideas."
"Tell the Captain I would be happy to relieve him of a few cubits if it would ease his mind." This time his smile was genuine. His hand went to the jumpsuit in his lap. "But not tonight, I have a prior engagement."
This seemed to cause Calley and Jammer to perk up. Her more than him, with a full blown smile on her face.
Starbuck noticed this with a critical eye. The smile never left her face as she looked at them. "I see. Well, I'll give him your regards."
"Saturday, Starbuck, make sure there's Ambrosia. I hate to win on an empty stomach." Gaeta ignored the triumphant look in her eye. There were some victories not meant for him.
Tyrol cleared his throat to get their attention. "So, look, Starbuck, we're having a problem with that thing you brought back." He made a flying gesture with his spoon. "You think you can take a look at it?"
"Sure. Not a problem." Starbuck's grin was back again. "They're just flying toasters. Flying them's just as easy as killin'em."
Felix chugged the last of his drink. Standing up, he slammed it down on his tray. He held the jumpsuit in one hand while he picked up the tray with the other. "If you'll excuse me, I have to return to my duty shift. Things are still a little hectic."
"So we've heard, sir." Tyrol's words caused Jammer to snort and Calley to giggle.
Suddenly, Starbuck's attention was all on the man. She leaned a little over the table. "Someone's been bad? Do tell."
Gaeta had to keep his groan in check. Apparently jaws wagged faster than he had anticipated. He had been preparing his statements for the flight deck. If he used them now, he wouldn't have anything for then. So, he did the one thing he could. "Good bye." He nodded at them and beat a quick retreat.
All the way to the trash bin, and then the door, he heard Tyrol's voice punctuated by the added comment and snort. Once he was in the corridor, he was nearly startled by Kara's gut busting laugh.
The only thing he could think about was how grateful he was that he had turned down poker that night.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The jumpsuit chafed like any new suit. Still, ten minutes of use, and Felix was certain he had broken it in. Three hours later and he was glad for it. His undershirt was sticking to him and the upper half of his jumpsuit was tied around his waist. As much as he wanted to, he did not pull the hem of his shirt up to wipe his brow.
He was not Jammer, he would maintain some form of dignity.
That man would stand there, sweat dripping off his body and expose himself like that. He showed off that sparse patch of hair on his chest. That thick patch that spread down and out from his navel to his groin was just obscene.
Felix shuddered. It was time to focus his thoughts back on work. He had a job to do.
While his specialty had never been welding ships back together, there was plenty of electronics work left for him. After four days of working with the deck crew, he had most of it down pat. There were still a few items he needed help with. Which was why he was currently working with the other man.
Goggles on, he soldered a small portion of the jump drive back to the power unit. The control wiring would have to wait until the drive was secured back in place. Just to his left, Jammer was busy with an arc welder taking care of the frame.
A quick flash of light signaled the spark of the torch in Jammer's hand had been reignited. He slowly drew the flame along the metal edges forming a tightly bonded seam. Sparks rained down in the cockpit of the Raptor, showering the stripped deck.
If he was a little closer, Felix might have been worried about his skin catching them. His time had taught him exactly how close he could get before safety became an issue. As it was, he could still feel the heat from the welding though.
Felix waited until he had finished up the delicate part of his job before he reached up to wipe his brow with the back of his glove. There were only four more small pieces he needed to weld before he was done. Once the drive was secured, they would give it a few hours to cool before the delicate instruments were put in.
That meant it would have to be left for the deck crew of the next shift. Not that he minded. It wasn't the satisfaction of doing the work that attracted him.
He finished the third seam, then paused before taking on the last. While he took a small rest, he inspected his other welds. There were no flaws. Still, an inspection detail would check them over and test them later, twice. Nothing could be left to chance on the deck of a BattleStar.
Felix was nearly startled out of his skin when a hand landed on his back. As it was, he jumped. Twisting so he could look over his shoulder, he found Jammer smiling at him.
The man had his mask raised and his torch extinguished. Deep lines had formed around his eye, making them look dark and sunken. Old sweat had dried on his forehead and in his hair. A single streak of black engine lubricant stained the lower part of his jaw. "You about ready to take a break?"
Felix looked back to his welding, then shrugged. "I have one more joint to do before I'm finished."
"You're working too hard." The look the other man gave Jammer made him look away. He tugged off the helmet and scratched at his head. "Ten hours in the CIC, six hours here, you're going to kill yourself."
"That is not an option." Activating his soldering gun, Felix started on the last seam. "There is still too much work to do."
"Yeah, well whatever you're trying to escape is still there." Jammer watched him from periphery of his vision. The soldering was a different process than welding, but it still had hazards for his eyes.
Gaeta did not want to have this conversation. He pointedly did not look at the other man, choosing to focus on his work instead. The seam went faster than the others. By the time he finished adding the last solder from the spool, his teeth were grit so hard that they began to ache. When he finished, Gaeta shut down the soldering gun and jerked off his goggles.
Standing up, Felix stretched his aching calves to ease the pain. A couple leg stretches finished off the last of the ache. That done, he started for the hatch. A hand on his wrist stopped him. He refused to look at Jammer.
That was okay, Jammer didn't need his acknowledgment. "You keep this up, you're going to get someone killed. If not yourself, someone under your guidance. How big a mistake can the fleet afford for you to make?" The words ended with him near to snarling.
Felix stared at him from the corner of his eye in warning. "I am fine, Specialist." He tried tugging his wrist free, but the hand tightened around him.
"No, you're not." This time he did snarl at the other man. "I'm not the only one who thinks this. We're all concerned about you." Releasing Gaeta's wrist, Jammer shook his head. "The fleet needs you to stay in top form. You're too important."
Freed, Gaeta shifted to face the other man. He could see Jammer's nostrils flare in anger as his face took on a pinched look. Those dark eyes held so much anger and concern. A shudder ran through Gaeta.
"Whatever it is that's got you so worked up, you have to find a way to deal with it. Working yourself to the point of exhaustion isn't going cut it for long." Jammer's fists clenched at his sides in anticipation of a fight. The other man was looming so close, he could feel the heat and tension rolling off of him.
Body thrumming with the need to do something, Felix shifted slightly to keep from moving. He wanted to throw himself at the other man just to see what would happen. That scared him enough to pull back. Swallowing, Felix quickly looked away. "You're right, it's time for a break."
Jammer wanted to say more. He even opened his mouth to speak, but it became a moot point when Felix turned and walked away. Glaring at the deck beneath his feet, he sucked in a breath between clenched teeth. This was just frakking great.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Felix didn't storm up the hangar deck, but he wanted to. He wanted to rant and rage at everything and everyone. The unfairness of it all was wrong. It was unjust.
Of course the others were going to notice. Despite his best efforts, it had only been a matter of time before his feelings became apparent. The supreme effort of will needed to control oneself so wholly was impossible. He was good, but not that good.
They would like to help, he knew they would. Yet, he could never reveal to them why exactly he was having nightmares. Nightmares so bad that he actually woke up screaming. These thoughts were eating away at him and he had no one whom he could turn to.
And that was the crux of another matter. He had no one who could understand, with whom to trust.
Even if he knew of someone, he would never reveal his secret. It was a mistake, but that didn't mean anything. All anyone needed to hear was that he had tested positive and it would all be over.
He actually stopped dead in his tracks over that one. The need to think drove him forward again, though.
Felix knew he was being a coward about this. There were no two ways about it. If he were really strong and brave, he would march back to the lab and rerun the test. Then, if it turned positive again, he would hand himself over to the Sargent of Arms. But he wasn't brave, he was just Felix Gaeta.
Not a Cylon.
He winced at even the mere thought of the word. So much horror and blood were attached to that he refused to acknowledge the possibility. Even it were true, he would not.
No, he just had to find something to distract him from those thoughts. He needed to be free to sleep so that he could continue his work. Like Jammer had said, the fleet depended upon him. He was too important to lose to exhaustion.
Hearing voices distracted him from his thoughts. Felix looked up to see where his footsteps had brought him. It was a secure hangar bay. This one was being used. It took him a moment to recall what was in this one.
When he did remember, he almost spun around and ran off. Only his curiosity at who was speaking kept him rooted there. So, he listened and paid attention this time.
"I can't get this thing to work." That was definitely the chief's voice. "I've been over it and over it and over and nothing!"
He couldn't say why, but Felix felt himself drawn to the hangar. The closer he got, the more he could see through the open space between the wall and divider.
There, standing in front of the Cylon Raider was Tyrol. He had his arms crossed and his back to the divider.
Closer and touching the thing, Boomer seemed to be taking great pleasure from the contact. "It's not really a thing, you know." Her words echoed off the hull, the tone almost wonder-struck. "It's probably a Cylon itself. More like an animal, may be, than the human models. May be they genetically designed it to perform a task. To be a fighter."
As she spoke, Tyrol's back went rigid. His arms slowly uncrossed.
"You can't treat it like a thing and expect it to respond." Her voice took on a reprimanding tone, like she was scolding a child. "You have to treat it like...a pet."
Something snapped inside Felix. Rage welled up inside him and he broke from his hiding place. Storming through the door, he made his presence known by the sound of his footsteps. "It's an abomination!"
Tyrol spun around, nearly loosing his balance.
Snapping her hand back as if burned, Boomer stared at Felix with wide eyes. "Gaeta."
"You speak as if this 'thing' were a work of art." Felix came to a stop two steps away from the Raider, directly in front of her. He ignored the man, choosing instead to focus all his anger on Boomer. "You are wrong. It's a disgusting killing machine that never should have been created!"
The shock in her eyes quickly turned to anger. Squaring her shoulders, Boomer stared Felix down. "It serves a purpose. Everything does."
"There is more than just being cogs in a machine. We are living beings with thoughts and feelings of our own! You never stop..." he trailed off, stunned. Felix took a step back. He swallowed as his heart threatened to burst from his throat. A cold shiver ran down his spine at the realization he had no idea where those accusations had come from.
By the wide eyed stare on Boomer's face, Felix wasn't the only one. Putting a hand to her mouth, she took a calming breath. She frowned as if trying to put her thoughts in order. "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me."
"It is I who should apologize, Lieutenant." His breath came in great heaves. Felix tried to ease the pain in his chest by taking deeper ones. "I had no right to attack you like that."
They were both breathing hard, still warily eyeing the other when someone started to clapping. Turning as one, they looked to see who had come upon them.
Standing in the crack that Gaeta had come through, Starbuck had her hands clasped in front of her. "That was quite the performance. Do you two take requests for an encore?"
Felix straightened his posture. Adjusting the knotted jumpsuit around his waist, he started for the door. As he passed Tyrol, he nodded once to the man. He stalked past Kara without even giving her an evil eye. Such a thing was beneath him.
Besides, he had something new to ponder over while he didn't sleep tonight.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
As he walked up to the next Raptor, Felix accepted his protective, darkened goggles from Jammer's out stretched fingers. The other man had been waiting for him as he came back to their assigned work area. It wasn't much more than a bone yard for old Raptors before the fall, but they were changing that.
Felix had to pass the shorter man when he entered the Raptor. His shoulder brushed against Jammer's chest, sending a shiver through him. Ignoring that, he focused on the job at hand. His soldering tools were already in place.
Another fusion core replacement. Great.
He almost longed for the days when he was just replacing circuit boards and wiring up the electronics. Then again, those would come again soon enough; as in tomorrow. Felix sighed.
At least there was one bright spot. He wasn't one of those fools who had to charge the core's fuel rods. Those poor bastards had to do the job right or else it was meltdown central. Jammer had gleefully told him that job was left for people on Tyrol's shit list.
Remembering that Jammer had been assigned that job on a duty roster a month ago made Felix smile.
Tugging on his goggles, he sighed. This was going to be a long three hours. He bent over to reach for his soldering gun when a large form pressed against his backside.
"Sorry, gotta get something." Jammer's voice implied he was far from it. He reached up and pulled his helmet from the wall brace above Felix. This just happened to bring his lower half against the other man's. Stepping back once he had it, he quickly slipped it over his face before Gaeta could see his expression.
That didn't matter, Felix knew the the bastard was smirking. That was okay, he was only three hours away from a cold shower. A very cold shower!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Letting the spray from the shower pour over him, Felix felt the tension melt from his body. Those last three hours of soldering nearly killed him. Not from the physical strain, but the mental concentration took a lot out of him. Despite how tired he was, his mind was running light years ahead of his body.
No matter how many times he turned it over in his mind, he couldn't figure out what had happened in the hangar bay with Boomer. He had been so angry with her. Not because she was so casually talking about the Raider. It had been about the Raider itself.
Felix didn't want to admit it, but he almost blamed her for the monstrosity's existence.
That was just plain stupid. She had nothing to do with a Cylon construction. She was as human as he was.
He choked in the spray, sputtering and coughing as he quickly wiped soap from his eyes. As his body righted itself, Felix reached up to wrap his arms around himself. He was human. He was!
He had to get a grip on himself. Now was not the time to break down. Standing in the middle of the crew showers crying was out of the question. Despite the hot water, he shivered.
Dropping his head, Felix shook the fat drops from his eyelashes. Not for the first time, he wished he hadn't cut his hair. It had been a small comfort before that he now craved. A protection against the nudity he was now physically embodying that he had lost.
So lost in his own misery, Felix didn't realize there were hands upon him. Even as he turned to bury his face in a strong shoulder, that still refused to register. He slowly unwound his arms from his body. It took a supreme effort of will, but he managed to encircle the broader man, bring them flush against each other.
Jammer was half hard against his thigh, but that didn't matter. Neither did the kisses against his cheek or the hand in his hair. Felix just wanted to take the offered comfort and let the other man stand strong for him. He was just so damn tired.
Around them the hot water slowly ran out, leaving them in cooler falls. Neither of them cared enough to move.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was late. Felix knew by the sound of soft snores in the crew bunks. He was sore, but in a good way. He was awake, but unlike before, this wasn't because he had had a nightmare. No, he had to use the Head.
Unfortunately, the heavy weight of Jammer stood between him and relief.
For a shorter man, he was stockily built. That extra muscle gave him weight that now pinned Felix in to their shared bunk. It was a situation that could not last.
The longer he thought about it, the more Felix had to go. The trick was how.
He could just be rude and shove Jammer off him. That might wake the man up in a cranky manner. He would get loud and, in turn, wake the others up. Down that way lead the garden path to doom.
Another method was to slowly ease his way out. That lead to a more peaceful solution. Unfortunately, it was also the way to pissing the bed. His bladder was adamant it wanted to empty now.
What to do?
With a grunt, Jammer's breathing changed. Licking his lips, he slid to the edge of the bunk and off of Felix. He nearly fell on to the floor as he slid out, but managed to get his feet under him at the last minute.
Watching him stumble towards the shared Head, the one with only one toilet, Felix wondered what Gods he had pissed off.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Felix felt a little strange as he walked down the corridor to the CIC. It wasn't anything real, just in his head. Still, he could almost swear every eye that passed lingered upon him that morning. Of course, that wasn't really happening.
No. Of course not.
Still, as he crossed the threshold in to the CIC, he nodded to the guards at the door. They gave him a terse nod in return, but did not other wise look at him. That was hearteningly normal.
Once in the CIC, though, things changed. He was the center of attention for more than one person. For the life of him, Felix couldn't figure out why. It couldn't have been last night's activities. He had been quiet and knew that it didn't matter whom slept with whom.
Unless some form of scandal were involved. There was none of that, he would have never done anything to sully his own reputation. So, it had to be something else.
Whatever was attracting their attention, they didn't let it get in the way of doing their job. He was pleased to see no one person's attention lingered upon him for much longer than a moment. They all performed their duty with admirable efficiency. It might turn out to be a pleasant day after all.
Walking around the central console, Felix acknowledged Commander Adama with a nod. "Morning, sir."
"Good morning, Mr. Gaeta." Adama tracked the younger man's path from the door to his station. While Felix put on his headset, he turned to Colonel Tigh. "Colonel Tigh. How are we flying this morning?"
"Nothing out of order." Tigh, much like the Commander was watching Felix out of the corner of his eye. "I did hear this one bit of interesting news, though."
"Oh?" The smile Adama wore said he knew what the Colonel was doing. "Do tell."
Tigh chuckled before continuing. "It seems that someone's been..."
"Sir!" Dualla's voice rang out in the CIC. Looking up from her console, she put a hand to her earpiece. "I have a report from the 'Caprican Dawn'. They have a passenger by the name of Shelley Godfrey. She says she has information about the attacks on the twelve colonies that implicates a traitor."
The humor drained from the Commander's face as he turned to look at Dualla. "Who does she implicate?"
Dualla's eyes shift from the Commander to Felix. "Dr. Baltar, sir."
With those words, Felix felt his good mood evaporate.
TBC...................................