The TPS Report

Commander Adama hurriedly slurped noodles in his ready room; his shift had started ten minutes ago. He hated it when any member of the crew was late and made it a point to never be late himself. He flet like in the last few months his life had spun right around. He would have never been late for a shift before. There were a lot of things he would have never done before. Before all this.

"Gotta run, I'm late" he says as he does up the top button of his colonial uniform.

Gaius walks out of the bedroom still wet from a shower. A small brown towel around his waist.

"And pray tell how long will the great and stoic Commander Adam be responsible for protecting us against the big bad Cylons today?"

"Tigh is going to relieve me at midnight"

"Well..." Gaius flopped backwards, arms outstretched on the bed. His towel no longer providing any modesty at all.

"If you're already late, perhaps they won't miss you if you are a little later"

Over his shoulder Gaius could feel Six's eyes staring at him. He didn't look back.
 

That was posted a little too quickly to have been made up on the spot...
 

I think there should be a campfire reading of saba's works this friday. Keep the gay pron to a minimum though.

I have no idea what Cylon means - but the second pic looks like Boba Fet's helmet - so thats cool.
 

I'll get MacKay the DVDs ASAP.
 

I'm not sure whether to be more shocked by the fact that you haven't foisted the DVDs upon Mackay, or that you haven't talked about Battlestar enough around him that he knows what a Cylon is.