Still finding herself unable to work at home, Laura trudged onto campus to set up shop in her office. Music played softly in the background, and the scent of fresh-brewed coffee wafted in the air. On her desk, several books were laying open, stacked upon one another as she made a few notes here and there. To the left, a tri-folded letter lay open. ( Read more... )

She'd found trying to study in the apartment distracting this week -- the television, the computer, a relentless cleaning spree started in the wee hours of the morning. So, yawning profusely, a cup of coffee gripped in her hand, Laura entered her office on campus. The coffee pot was immediately switched on. She then switched on some background ( Read more... )

Tory had received the letter, and wrote one in return. The Cylons, according to Tory, had a change of heart somewhere along the way, and wanted to coexist -- to show humanity the way and give them a chance to redeem themselves. This was to happen under their "benevolent" leadership ( Read more... )

Laura entered her office, feeling a bit better after having dropped her letter to Tory into the mailbox. That part was done. She simply had to trust the inter-galactic, inter-dimensional mail service to get her letter there quickly. Once Tory received the letter, knew she was in contact, then the real planning could begin ( Read more... )

Laura stood on the shore, watching a long while after the Raptor disappeared into the horizon. There was no debating the fact that her mission here was important. Still, it didn't erase the feeling of isolation she suddenly felt.

She made her way slowly back to her apartment. After a few days aboard the Galactica, it really was good to feel the ( Read more... )

( The hangar bay was suspiciously empty as Laura entered... )

Several hours later found Roslin seated in the front row of the observation lounge. She had long since been left alone, the usual gathering crowds either left behind on New Caprica, or busily pursuing their duties aboard Galactica. She stared out to the stars ahead, a rapidly cooling cup of coffee cradled in her hands, her knees drawn to her chin. ( Read more... )

The insistent buzz-ring of the ship's phone brought Laura out of the contented oblivion of sleep as the warm form beside her shifted. A draft of cool air swept over her as the covers fluttered, the admiral reaching for the phone. Blanket covering him from the waist down, he sat up and pulled the receiver to his ear. "Adama, go," he said gruffly. " ( Read more... )

( Dinner was over, the dishes had been cleared... )

“Ms. Roslin!”

( The cheer went up simultaneously from the entire back row of students... )