BSG
“Lieutenant! The Admiral’s given the order, you’re to be released. He wants you back on duty immediately.”
“Finally! I knew he wouldn’t want to keep me locked up forever, he’s not that bad really when you get to—”
“Uh, well… Actually, I think he was pretty keen to leave you here. He took a lot of persuading, and, uh, he asked me to give you this message. He— I hope you don’t mind, he told me I had to repeat this word for word. …”
“Ok, so what is it? …Come on, I know the Admiral, I’ve heard it all before.”
“Yes Lieutenant. Well, he told me to tell you, ‘We’re frakking well putting a lot of trust in your frakking ‘Friendly Cylon’ ass. You frakking well better not frak this up, or I’ll have you back in this frakking cell before you can turn around, and I won’t give a frak if you never leave.”
“Yep. Sounds like the Admiral.”
“He also ordered me to tell you to, ah, stop fra— Um, fraternising… so much… with Chief Tyrol. Says it’s bad for Morale.”
“He knew about that? Aw, jeez. Why doesn’t he just leave me here then, if I’m so much trouble?”
“I think Helo had a lot to do with it. He’s been talking to the press, he sort of told them you were in here. He was pretty flattering about you. The Quorum started asking if we were taking the Cylon threat seriously, given we felt able to keep good pilots locked up. Well, the Admiral didn’t want to let on that not only had a Cylon managed to join Galactica’s crew, but was trying to defect. At least this way saves him from explaining anything.”
“Yep. Definitely sounds like the Admiral. But, uh— not that I’m not grateful, but why would the Quorum take such an interest in me?”
“But that’s why the Admiral wants you back on duty right away! We’re under heavy attack by the Cylons!”
“They’re back? Then I’ve got no choice. I’ve got to punch these new robots until they blow up! Ensign, fetch me my tightest clothes!”
I move to Command