BSG
Colonial Day (10YP):
Destiny:
G1, R2
Helo:
P5
Starbuck:
pass
Chief:
Y1
Adama:
CO's in hand
Baltar:
CO's in hand
Positive:
6
Negative:
3
Running Total: 3 of 10 (Fail)
We now pause for station identification (or, rather, Adama's COs request a pause.)
BSG
Ok Doc, bear in mind that if we reach 8, then someone can play a Declare Emergency. I can do my part getting us there; can you do yours?
BSG
We should probably plan for a DE as well. Starbuck, you're the best-supplied with cards after this check. I know you didn't play an XO on your turn; I'm hoping you have a Declare Emergency you can play if we need it?
BSG
If you can contribute something, I can get us to where a DE can help us. I don't have a DE, though.
ETA: It's a shame Starbuck couldn't help the little she previously offered. Probably would have pushed us past needing a DE.
BSG
ETA: It's a shame Starbuck couldn't help the little she previously offered. Probably would have pushed us past needing a DE.
True, though a DE from her would certainly make up for it. Anyway, let's finish this up:
Destiny:
G1, R2
Helo:
P5
Starbuck
pass
Chief:
Y1
Adama
P1, P2
Baltar
Running tally: 9 - 3 = 6.
BSG
I do have a DE and I already have CO`s in to play it.
BSG
Colonial Day (10YP):
Destiny:
G1, R2
Helo:
P5
Starbuck:
pass
Chief:
Y1
Adama:
P1, P2
Baltar:
Y2, Y2
Positive:
13
Negative:
3
Total:
10
Result:
Pass; +1 Morale
Congratulations on a successful Colonial Day! I'm sure Roslin would be proud.
Summary to follow.
End-of-turn Summary
Round 2.1 - Baltar
Locations and Hands
Baltar: FTL Control; 2 cards
Helo: Caprica; 1 card
Starbuck: Hangar Deck; 5 cards
Chief: FTL Control; 3 cards
Adama: Command; 2 cards
Sectors
Sector 1: Empty
Sector 2: Empty
Sector 3: Empty
Sector 4: Empty
Sector 5: Empty
Sector 6: Empty
Resources
Fuel: 5
Food: 8
Morale: 9
Population: 12
Viper Reserves: 8
Damaged Vipers: 0
Raptors: 4
Boarding Party: 0
Other
Nukes: 2
Jump Track: 1 (Red)
Distance Travelled: 3
Galactica Damage: 0
(Please check with your data, to make sure there is nothing out of whack. If any discrepancy, please contact me immediately.)
BSG
Twas the night after Colonial Day, when all through the ship
Not a creature was stirring, not even Sir Leaderhip.
The weights were all laid out in the gym with care,
In hopes that Karl Agathon soon would be there.
The pilots were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of cylons danced in their heads.
And Roslin in her ‘kerchief, and Tigh in his cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap.
When out in deep space there rose such a clatter,
Chief sprang from his cot to see what was the matter.
Away to the hangar deck he surely did dash
Tore open the airlock and saw a great flash.
The Desolate Moon shone like new-fallen snow
Giving lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to his wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature raptor, instilling great fear.
With a handsome old driver, who sort-of did glow
He knew in a moment it must be Helo.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Baltar! Now Starbuck! Now, Adama and Chief!
On Gaeta! On Cottle! and Zarek that thief!
To the top of the bridge! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
In short, Helo's back baby!
BSG
Wheee! These ruby slippers that the good Bomer of the North gave me relay work! In your face Wicked Boomer of the West.
Howdy, Galactica, what needs doing?