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BSG
End-of-turn summary:
Round 7.1 - Starbuck
Locations and Hands
Starbuck: Hangar Deck; 4 cards
Baltar: President's Office; 5 cards
Chief: Research Lab; 0 cards
Cally: Sickbay; 2 cards
Helo: Command; 3 cards
Gaeta: Caprica; 4 cards
NPCs
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Main Board Sectors
Sector 1: Empty
Sector 2: 1 (CD) Basestars, 1 Raider
Sector 3: 1 Basestar
Sector 4: Empty
Sector 5: 2 RSVs
Sector 6: 2 RSVs
Resources
Fuel: 2
Food: 4
Morale: 1
Population: 5
Viper Reserves: 2
Damaged Vipers: 2
Raptors: 2
Boarding Party: 0
Other
Nukes: 2
Jump Track: 0 (Red)
Distance Travelled: 8
Galactica Damage: Admiral's Quarters, Pegasus
BSG (Gaeta)
Morale: 1
Dead before my turn, calling it.
BSG
Note that, now we're past the Ionian Nebula, the NPCs have all been cleared off the board. Trauma is no longer a thing.
BSG (Helo; I love you)
Mr President, if you would like to make an inspirational speech I could help you plan it.
BSG (President)
Mr President, if you would like to make an inspirational speech I could help you plan it.
That is very generous of you, Admiral. I may need your help. I'm... I'm... Well... I'm not sure what I'm feeling. That nebula thing has really... really made me feel..... woozy.....
BSG (President)
Sorry. Did I pass out there? My head REALLY hurts. It's SCREAMING. Something strange. Dunno what it is.
WOULD YOU PLEASE TURN OFF THAT FRAKKIN' RADIO. Dear gods, I have a migraine.
BSG (President)
Wait. I know that song. How do I know that song? It's from... from another planet.
"There must be some kind of way out of here,"
Said the joker to the thief,
"There's too much confusion,
I can't get no relief.
Businessman they drink my wine,
Plowman dig my earth
None will level on the line, nobody offered his word, hey"
"No reason to get excited,"
The thief, he kindly spoke
"There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I, we've been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late"
All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants, too
Outside in the cold distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl
buisness man there, drink my wine,
Come and take my herb.
BSG (President)
So much confusion. Who let the dogs out? Must put them back in their places! Too much unrest.
I
MOVE:
nowhere. I stay right where I am at.
For my
ACTION:
I play Quorum card Establish Dogsville. Gain 1 Pop, lose 1 Morale.
BSG (President)
drops mic and saunters off stage
Thanks Gaeta for your Nebula choice!