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Kara laid inside the Raider, making adjustments to the computer, sending readings back to Galactica. The Old Man lied to me. To me. I mean, if there’s no Earth, fine, we can find a new planet to live on. But he lied to me. I thought we had a better relationship than that.
She followed Apollo’s instructions, trying out the Raider’s maneuvering capabilities, how it responded to the computer inputs as opposed to the direction from its own slimy connections. Lee has no idea what he’s talking about. I never frakked that Major, godsdammit. What difference does it make to him, anyway? Bastard. And what the hell was the matter with Baltar? If he has just kept his mouth shut, Lee would have never even cared that I’d frakked somebody else on Colonial Day. Gods. Men suck.
Visiting the President returned to her mind. She has cancer! It’s all right there in the scrolls. Oh, Lords of Kobol. What am I supposed to do?
Before she even knew she had decided anything, her fingers were flying over the computer, and she was listening to Lee getting more and more agitated. She wasn’t supposed to be testing the Raider’s ability to jump today.
Well, no one but the President will care if I don’t come back from this.
JUMP.