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[cabins]

[The feed begins with an attractive older woman sitting in a chair, her glasses on. She seems calm, collected, despite the relatively unfamiliar surroundings. When she speaks, it's with an ease of authority, looking just over the edges of her glasses. Bill's been grumping about the Network. Laura is, meanwhile, going to use it to her advantage.]

Hello. I am Laura Roslin, President of the 12 Colonies of Kobol, and the Colonial Fleet. I am to understand that, as of this last jump, I am no longer with them. [She doesn't want to think what Zarek is doing in her absence. Especially with Bill on board with her.] I, as I'm sure all of you who too have found themselves residing upon Tranquility, have many questions that I require answers to. Why are we here, what purpose this ship serves, amongst others.

Does this ship have any sort of command that I could speak with? The Captain, or perhaps a collective of all data you have garnered so far, after being pulled from your respective lives? And if any amongst you happen to be familiar with the Colonies, and the Galactica, my- [What were they?]- associate, Admiral William Adama and I will wish to speak with you privately.

Good day, ladies and gentlemen. [With a short nod, Laura cuts the feed.]

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[2leftfeet]

[The woman on the video feed is as put together as one might expect from someone getting half bunk time and subsisting on probably more than the recommended dose of caffeine, but her features are set and there's a distinctly sharp set to her shoulders that screams 'military' for anyone with the personal experience to recognize it.]

Shepard, formerly Commander of the SSV Normandy. I'm currently leading a number of other passengers on reconnaissance and technical scouting missions. I can send you a copy of the data we've collected if you or your associate want to take a look.

[A beat, brief but palpable. There's a flicker of irritation in the corner of her mouth.]

Unfortunately I don't think anyone's going to have any definitive answers for you, Madame President.

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[cabins]

[Laura nods. She has no idea what the Normandy is, but she'll take it. Furthermore, another woman who was in control of things, that was certainly going to helpful in figuring all of this out.]

Thank you, Commander Shepard. [She's still gonna be Commander.] We would both love to see it.

[Okay, no definitive answers? That was... irritating. A small frown tugs at her lips.] Ah... I see. How long have you been here, Commander?

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[2leftfeet]

I'll send you a copy of my recent report. [There's a shift in the camera, the low tap as Shepard draws up a file on her comm and attaches it in a secondary message.] We're doing a second run this cycle and should have more data and a secondary report before the next jump, but for now-- [Ding. A written copy of this archived post.]

I've been here since jump twenty-three. Has anyone given you a copy of Jones's primer packet?

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[suddenlycaptain]

The man who originally introduced himself to us as the captain is MIA. All original crew members that we know of are either missing or... unhelpful.

[ And then there's whatever the hell Smiley is, and Resnik had been a prisoner... pain in the ass. ]

There's no one person in charge, but each department has a head. [ And this is the part where she has to introduce herself, she supposes. ] Carolyn Fry. Flight Crew. Been here since jump 008.

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[cabins]

[Well that's... Upsetting. Frak.]

What sort of unhelpful? [They could work with that, truth be told.

She listens, though, and nods, pausing only to take a few notes on the paper she had found- paper with four sides! Square corners! It was odd.]

Thank you, Carolyn. [She offers a small smile.] That is... quite a while, I'd imagine.

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[suddenlycaptain]

"Confused" is probably the politest word for it.

[ She takes a moment to flick through the network, then sends through a link. ]

People had been having- well, let's call them 'dreams' -- where they were this crewmember before she appeared. When she did, she immediately tried to destroy the jump drive. She also seemed to have some memories of people on the ship, though typically incomplete, and no memories of others. Then she'd get confused, say what she was remembering wasn't correct.

[ Hope you really were looking for information dumps, Madame President. ]

You're an 032. Each jump is about one Earth month -- thirty days, give or take. [ So... yeah, it's been a while. Of course, Carolyn can't complain too much, not when she's dead back home. ] There are still a few people around from the 001 jump.

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[cargojet]

I miss when you introduced yourself as 'Captain Fry'.

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[suddenlycaptain]

Seems a little counterproductive when people are asking about other captains.

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[bailedontheempire]

[Bail spends a fair bit of time on newcomer duty as a general rule. Even if he didn't, the title would intrigue him.]

I'm Senator Bail Organa of Alderaan.

[Also a considerable number of royal titles, but he doesn't tend to use his full styling. The elected titles mean more to him anyway.]

The closest there is to someone in charge is the heads of individual departments. I am forwarding introductory material that outlines a lot of what we've been able to discerning. I'm afraid it's not as much as anyone would like.

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[cabins]

[A Senator! All the more persons of authority on this ship. It was a curious thing. Still, another nod is given to him.]

I'm afraid I've never heard of Alderaan, Senator. But, I'm appreciative. I will happily accept any and all information, and with any luck, we will be able to find out more.

What departments are there on-board?

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[bailedontheempire]

Very few here have. It's one of the many peculiarities.

There are three large divisions: Operations, Science and Security.

Within Operations, there is Communications. Officially we maintain the network and look after communications between ships. In practice we coordinate passengers to ensure that skills are being used appropriately. It also includes Flight, who maintain, repair and as needed fly the shuttles. The gunnery crew are in charge of the ship's armaments. Engineering ensures that the ship's mechanical systems continue running. And Ianto Jones has a supports staff who fill a variety of roles around the ship.

The Science division includes medical, which is quite self explanatory. There is also an agriculture department who maintain the oxygen gardens. If you have not seen those yet, I highly recommend them, they're quite spectacular even for people from spacefaring societies. Xenobiology and genetics are largely concerned with the occasions that we make planetfall. Finally, physical sciences covers everything else.

Finally, Security has no subdivisions. They are largely concerned with maintaining order on board, though in the event of an attack they are also the first line of defense.

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[favouring]

( attractive is rather in the eye of the beholder, particularly when they don't share a species, but nuala is certainly striking as she appears in her response, dressed simply in blue silk and with her hair pinned tightly into a crown that holds it out of her way. )

I expect you've been informed already of the-- democratic approach taken, amongst those of us passengers and crew who live here now. I am Nuala Orgasnaithe, Queen of Bethmoora, and I act primarily as a liaison for the Xenobiology and Genetics department. I'm afraid we have few answers, but Xenogen dedicates the bulk of its time to exploring such questions as you've asked.

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[cabins]

[Striking, yes, that is certainly one way to put it. She'd seen glimpses of others who looked, well, alien to her, but she had never gone out of her way to speak with them. Now, here, looking at Nuala over the Network... She leans forward slightly.]

I have been, thank you, Your Highness. [From books, she's garnered that's the way to address a Queen.] You'll have to forgive me, as I have no idea where Bethmoora is, but then again, I doubt you know where Caprica is.

[Now... Xenobiology and genetics. That was interesting. And useful.] Do you? That is fascinating. [It isn't sarcastic at all. And no, that wasn't sarcasm.] I would love to see the department. Provided it's not off-limits, of course.

[It'll be strange, not having any sort of political power or weight. She can't force people here to recognize her authority. It'd be a little nice break. Without Baltar as president. Just in a democracy of displaced people.]

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[cargojet]

My colleague and friend Senator Organa has already spoken to you, and you seem to have been well briefed on the command structure on board, I'll save you the boredom of hearing it repeated. If it's information as to the reason we're here and the purpose of this ship, it's myself or Ianto Jones you should speak to; both of us are dedicated to recording and preserving such information. In fact, it's my job.

My name is Nathan Petrelli; I arrived here on the sixth jump, and I head the Communications department. At home, on Earth, I was a Senator myself, though you'll forgive me--I haven't introduced myself that way for more than a year.

You wanna talk about Captain Ward and the Tranquility's mission, then we should meet in person.

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[cabins]

[She presses her lips together. Another person familiar with Earth. Furthermore, a person from Earth.]

Thank you, Senator- though I will call you anything you prefer.

[But finally someone gives her the Captain's name. Good.] Yes. I believe meeting would be for the best.

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[brainsqueeze]

I keep hearing that there is one member of the original crew still aboard although hearing from them is less frequent.

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[cabins]

That is... troubling, to say the least. [It's good to see Agent Hill again. She's already taken a shine to her.]

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[coffeeking]

I used to make a welcome guide with our collected information, but I stopped updating it. It's badly out of date by now, but there are still some pertinent details in it. I can send you a copy and give you the basic run-down, if you like.

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[cabins]

Ah, you must be the Ianto Jones I've heard so much about. [There's warmth in the greeting.]

I would appreciate that very much, Mr. Jones.

text. anonymous + private. 100% encryption.

[xerampelinae]

[ It's a late contribution to this post. Caprica's instinct is to hide, but every calculation points towards this, eventually, not being feasible. The next solution is a simple one. She knows what Doral would have done, if he were still here.

But he isn't.

She keeps to text, hiding her number behind walls of encryption -- because they could go back and see her -- but it doesn't stop the fact her heart insistently pounds as she hits enter. ]

i am familiar with the colonies

text. not so anonymous, but, private. 100% encryption

[cabins]

[Someone who knew the colonies! This was good. At least... It should be. Perhaps someone else from the Fleet. But why the security, was what Laura wanted to know. If it was someone familiar with Galactica, then she could understand, given Bill's dislike of the Network.

Okay, that was putting it lightly.

If it was someone like, say, Baltar...

No. She didn't want to think about that.]

Other than the Admiral and I, you are the first.
What ship were you on, assuming you are part of our Fleet?

( voice. )

[carbonite]

Listen lady, if you can get whoever is driving this ship to answer to your very "nice" request - let me know. I'll be sure to make you ask for other stuff.

( voice. )

[cabins]

[You can't see, but she's making a face.]

I'm to understand it's near impossible to get the Captain to speak to us.

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[extrabraincells]

[ Don't mind the homeless looking boy on the video screen as he stares over at it.]

...Pretty sure this ship barely has a pilot let alone a captain.

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[cabins]

[Hello, homeless looking boy.]

From what I've been told, I've gathered that's largely true.