Post by Mal on Nov 3, 2012 18:05:53 GMT -5
This post is narrative just to enrich the story...
On board Colonial One.
Tory Foster, a member of the President's staff, enters the office and informs President Roslin, "Madam President, Admiral Adama is on the line for you. He says it's urgent."
"Good morning, Admiral, what can I do for you?" the President says as she picks up the phone.
"Madam President, is this a secure line?" the Admiral asks.
After getting confirmation from her assistant, the President says, "Yes it is. Is something wrong?"
"It is my sad duty to report that one of my pilots was murdered last night," the Admiral replies. "We believe it was Cylons."
Shocked, the President sat in her chair and pondered the news. "Do you have any suspects yet?" she asked.
"No," the Admiral answered. "The Master at Arms is not hopeful of any leads developing. The security camera for the compartment in which the murder occurred was switched off. Which means that one of my officers had to have shut it off prior to the murder. The compartment in which the recording devices are located is off limits to all personnel except the Master At Arms and sworn officers, as well as certain Marines. But all the Marines who have access were accounted for at the time the cameras were disabled."
Thinking it through, the President suggested, "Maybe someone turned them off remotely from a computer station."
"Impossible," the Admiral replied. "Galactica's computers are not networked. All tasks must be completed on local machines. It's what saved us from the Cylon virus that destroyed the fleet."
"I'm not sure why you're calling me, Admiral. I don't know what to offer you other than my moral support."
"Madam President, at some point. we may need to inform the fleet that the cylons look like us. We may need to enlist their help in tracking down other cylons...."
On board Colonial One.
Tory Foster, a member of the President's staff, enters the office and informs President Roslin, "Madam President, Admiral Adama is on the line for you. He says it's urgent."
"Good morning, Admiral, what can I do for you?" the President says as she picks up the phone.
"Madam President, is this a secure line?" the Admiral asks.
After getting confirmation from her assistant, the President says, "Yes it is. Is something wrong?"
"It is my sad duty to report that one of my pilots was murdered last night," the Admiral replies. "We believe it was Cylons."
Shocked, the President sat in her chair and pondered the news. "Do you have any suspects yet?" she asked.
"No," the Admiral answered. "The Master at Arms is not hopeful of any leads developing. The security camera for the compartment in which the murder occurred was switched off. Which means that one of my officers had to have shut it off prior to the murder. The compartment in which the recording devices are located is off limits to all personnel except the Master At Arms and sworn officers, as well as certain Marines. But all the Marines who have access were accounted for at the time the cameras were disabled."
Thinking it through, the President suggested, "Maybe someone turned them off remotely from a computer station."
"Impossible," the Admiral replied. "Galactica's computers are not networked. All tasks must be completed on local machines. It's what saved us from the Cylon virus that destroyed the fleet."
"I'm not sure why you're calling me, Admiral. I don't know what to offer you other than my moral support."
"Madam President, at some point. we may need to inform the fleet that the cylons look like us. We may need to enlist their help in tracking down other cylons...."