Author name: Shmuel Bogomolny

Chapter 60: The Cylon “Peace” The day after she was promoted to Admiral Commander Lawson, rather Admiral Lawson was greeted with a wireless call in her office on the Mercury. The buzzing was annoying so she answered it immediately.It was her executive officer Major Simmons. “Do you have a conference call with Commander Ramirez and […]

Heracles in the videos a gift from Joker of the BSG Deadlock discord, Commander Maria Ramirez was looking positively thin in her blue day uniform. She was immaculate. Every button was polished, All her uniforms have been altered to her new more svelte physique physique. She knew the hallways of this Battlestar very well having

It had not pleased anyone in the chain of command that Commander Lawson had ordered the ship yard moved. The location was picked to be convenient to the resources that were required to build ships. The :big three” as Lawson, Ramirez and Cobb were referred to as were concerned that the Cylons had guessed the

The admiral argued against it, Commander Ramirez argue against it. Nothing could stop Cory Brooks in her desire to go forward with the cease fire. Truth be told the colonial fleet, disorganized and undermanned needed some time off. They need to repair their ships. More than that they needed to train their people. The heavy

The meeting gave new relevance to the word clandestine. Admiral Cobb had to take two raptors in order to get to the meeting Place and a dark wind swept plain on a forgotten world that no one had bothered to chart. Walking with a cane he slowly exited the raptor and shuffled up along path

Chapter 54: PTSD Secure communications: From: Colonial Fleet Headquarters. Admiral Andrew Cobb To: Commander Maria Ramirez. Commander Battlestar Saturn Re: Status Commander Eva Lawson We are in receipt of the debriefing of the Commando force. We have received nothing on the status of Commander Lawson. Please send complete medical and psychological profile to this office

Major Maria Ramirez looked totally different that she had the day of the attacks on the colonies. She had lost a lot of weight and had finally had a new uniform issued to her. She looked good in the immaculately pressed blue uniform. She waited for the Admiral’s secretary to escort him into his tiny,

Andrew Cobb was an older man, the years had taken their toll on him. He was tall, with an athletic build. What little hair he had on the sides of h is head were white. He stood up when Major Ramirez walked into his office at the busy mobile shipyard. He moved slowly, as if

“We are at the communications hub Major,” the technician who was a glorified geek that used to work for her when she was head of IT. “Break in,” she ordered. The man, in his early twenties with a non-regulation earring in his left ear lobe, was typing for about 55 seconds before he leaned back