[Just Inside Cylon Space, The Furtest Resurrection Ship from the Center, Wee Hours of Saturday Morning]

[dbiers]

After a few hours that felt more like days, the raider jumped into serene black sky.

Looming in the distance was a large, almost skeletal looking ship.

"One Resurrection Ship as ordered." Trona took a deep breath, "We're very far out from the border between Cylon and Colonial Space. With luck, they'll recognize this ship as one of their own and

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[carter_i_am]

"Here," Sam said, shrugging out of her jacket and draping it over D'anna's shoulders. It was big and loose and had definitely seen worse than a little alien goop over the years. "Easy, now."

[dbiers]

Bravado can only carry a girl so far, "thanks, Sam."

D began to climb out of the tank as best she could without flashing anyone any more than absolutely necessary.

"So, how do we get home from here?"

[dbiers]

"Oh, we go back through the centurions, try avoid anyone who isn't in this room, fly a ship and run like all frak." Trona rolled her eyes. "Come on, kid, get with the program."

[dbiers]

Program wasn't the word to use around her right now so D'anna flipped Trona the flying Vs. "Outside that door is home? Let's go."