The Quorom [BSG Mafia] [TOWN WINS]

Admiral Adama was sitting in the cantina, sipping on a cold brew, watching the fleetwide news network. On-screen, D'Anna Biers, a famous reporter back on Caprica, was about to deliver a special report.

"Hello, and welcome to the 11 o'clock news.

With fear of the Cylons surrounding the ship Lieutenant Kara “Starbuck” Thrace an innocent woman was killed today. When we asked some of the people who witnessed most of them twitched and said the Cylons we'll get to us while the other half was hard to get an answer out of besides the ones going "We gonna get them Cylon son'of'a'bitc'hes."

Back to you Tom."

"Thanks D'Anna, some pretty creepy stuff happening out there. We'll be back after these commercials."

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"Have you recently lost your job? Are you tried of playing by the rules? Well then you need to call 1-800-Free-Money so that each time someone says you have no job or play by no rules you can just throw free money into their face."


"And we are back. So, D'Anna, I hear you have a bit of new information about Kara “Starbuck” Thrace?"

"That is right, Tom. After taking to a few of the chefs and maids aboard the ship I have found out that Kara and Admiral Adama were having an affair behind everyone's back. I noticed when I was interviewing some witnesses that he seemed visibly heart broken and in shock. From what I learned from the chefs were that the Admiral was always calling up champagne, strawberries and chocolate to the room, and when the maids where cleaning his room she would still be asleep in bed."

"That is some pretty juicy stuff D'Anna."

"Indeed Tom."

"Well, that is all the time we have for tonight's news. Be sure to join us tomorrow night. This is Tom Voyage and D'Anna Biers signing out."

Adama slammed his drink down on the table, startling the few other customers who'd wandered down at this early hour. How dare they! He fumed. She was like a daughter to me! Don't they have anything better to do than peddle falsified smut stories like that? Everyone on Galactica would, of course, immediately dismiss the story. The Admiral was known for enjoying certain pleasantries from time to time, and as for reports of her sleeping in Adama's bed, she had been. In Lee Adama's bed, on and off for some time now. Everyone on Galactica knew about the relationship that had intertwined Thrace and his son. The rest of the fleet would probably gobble the story up, though. Just what I need, he thought, more rumors and malcontent.Still fuming, Adama stalked out of the bar.

Not seconds after he'd walked out the door, Lieutenant Felix Gaeta,his third-in-command, rushed up to him, practically falling over. "Admiral Adama," he panted, "the Quorom hearing is about to start."

"I know," Adama replied. "I was just heading over there."

"I assumed, sir, but there's something you need to know about first - there was another murder last night. Dr. Gaius Baltar was found dead in his bunk this morning." Baltar? he thought. Can't say I'm upset. But to Gaeta, he said, "This is troubling news. Thank you for bringing it to my attention, Lieutenant. Walk with me to the hearing."

"Thank you, sir. By the way, I just wanted to say that I saw that report and I cannot believe the nerve of those reporters, to trash your reputation like th-" Gaeta was cut off by a low, thundering boom that rocked the battlestar's hull from side to side. "What was that?!"

Adama rushed over to a comm unit and dialed into the command deck. "XO! Status report!"

"Decompression alert, aft decks 8 through 17! It's the water tanks, sir," Colonel Saul Tigh's voice came through the comm unit, scratchy with static. "Somebody blew up the frackin' water tanks! We're going to get rescue teams out there and begin sealing off the forward compartments. FRACK!"

"The hearing can wait, Lieutenant. Come with me!" Adama raced off toward the command deck to deal with this new crisis.

ElectricSix died last night.

Doctor Gaius Baltar
You’re the smartest person alive. I’m not even joking. Granted, there’s only about 50,000 humans left in the universe now, but you were already one of the smartest before that. The Cylon invasion just killed off pretty much all of your direct competition. Due to your superior intellect, you figure that it’s in your best interest to look out for your own best interests, as nobody will understand the crazy pomegranate that you see in your head. Did I forget to mention that you keep hallucinating about this hot blond trick you used to see before Caprica got blown up? And that she just so happened to be a Cylon who tricked you into betraying the entire human race? Yeah, suffice it to say, you’re looking out for number one from here on out. That crazy hallucination I mentioned before seems to be omniscient or something, by the way, as she occasionally provides you with information that would be impossible to know otherwise. So that’s helpful. You’re also able to use your considerable reputation to influence people into doing what you tell them to do. And, if it comes right down to it, you’ll straight up kill someone if it means self-preservation. You are neutral, and win if you are the last remaining player. You have the following abilities: Will receive a flavor result about a random player each night. Can PM me each night to redirect [Target 1]’s action onto [Target 2]. Can perform one, and only one, nightkill which may or may not have insane priority. Be careful about when you choose to use that last one.

Additionally, an explosion has rocked Battlestar Galactica, damaging its main water storage tanks. Due to the massive water loss, the entire ship has been placed on emergency rations. Each player may place one, and only one vote today. You may not change your vote.

It is now Day 2. Day 2 will end at 9:15 PM EST on 4/23. Have at it.