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EM June 2007 - 46 - Rescue
Jun. 30th, 2007 02:15 pm46 - Rescue
To say it had gotten routine isn't exactly right. I doubt that five days of continuous alert, no sleeping, barely any time to eat or even catch your breath could in anyway become routine. But after two hundred thirty-seven repetitions, we weren't expecting any surprises.
Which of course, was when we got one.
It began out of nowhere. Every thirty-three minutes, Galactica DRADIS would report contact with the Cylons. Before they could get into range, the entire human fleet would spin up its FTL drives and run, narrowly escaping. On the other side of the Jump, we'd do the head counts and restart the clock. Five days. Two hundred thirty-seven Jumps.
The alarms went off thirty-three minutes later, the order was given and the fleet executed Jump 238.
Except on the other side, the head count came up short one. The Olympic Carrier.
( Trigger )
(600)
To say it had gotten routine isn't exactly right. I doubt that five days of continuous alert, no sleeping, barely any time to eat or even catch your breath could in anyway become routine. But after two hundred thirty-seven repetitions, we weren't expecting any surprises.
Which of course, was when we got one.
It began out of nowhere. Every thirty-three minutes, Galactica DRADIS would report contact with the Cylons. Before they could get into range, the entire human fleet would spin up its FTL drives and run, narrowly escaping. On the other side of the Jump, we'd do the head counts and restart the clock. Five days. Two hundred thirty-seven Jumps.
The alarms went off thirty-three minutes later, the order was given and the fleet executed Jump 238.
Except on the other side, the head count came up short one. The Olympic Carrier.
( Trigger )
(600)
