Locked from President Roslin

[number_eight]

She lied. She frakking lied to me. To Helo. To Admiral Adama! She used us all in some little game of hers. Damn it! I knew Doc Cottle was lying when he'd said Hera's lungs weren't fully developed. I'd thought she was dead, though, and that they'd all contrived to murder my daughter.

No. It was so much worse than that.

President Roslin stole my daughter from me and let another woman raise her for over a year, and now? Now thanks to her, Hera is in the hands of the Cylons.

I'm going to find her. I sincerely doubt that the Admiral will stop me, either. He looked as angry as I felt when he told me the news.


Journal Entry of Sharon "Athena" Agathon

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[number-eight.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well... she did. Guess she's not the same upstanding person we all believed in.

[arrow-of-apollo.livejournal.com]

Not a lot of people are, these days. Especially, it seems, the ones who came back from New Caprica.

[number-eight.livejournal.com]

What do you mean?

[Locked]
Are you implying anyone I know?

[arrow-of-apollo.livejournal.com]

The people who had to stay, the Resistance and the others-- they came back to the Fleet angrier. Harder. Colder. Acting as if those months we spent planning their rescue we were sitting on our collective asses.

[Locked]
Kara. Roslin. Tigh. Hell, even Chief.

[number-eight.livejournal.com]

That's true, sadly. I heard a few rumors of things going around, but nothing was said to me personally. Then again, they could have been avoiding me because I look like the Eights on New Caprica.

We lost a Battlestar saving them. There were losses on our side, too. I willingly went down to the planet to help out, and...

[Locked]
Kara's... she's trying to get back to herself. President Roslin, yes. Sam told me a little of Colonel Tigh.

Chief? He won't talk to me, but... God it feels like everything we knew and trusted is gone now.

[arrow-of-apollo.livejournal.com]

It was hard, we all get that, you know? Conditions were hell, and the Cylons weren't exactly benevolent dictators. But frak, they volunteered to be down there in the first place, right?

[Locked]
This is priveleged information, but... they held secret courts. They used them as excuses to execute collaborators.

[number-eight.livejournal.com]

Well, it's not like I personally had a choice whether I could go down there or stay, you know. But if Helo had decided to stay, then I would have stayed.

That aside, it wasn't as if life was perfect for us, either. Especially after we Jumped away.

[Locked]
What? You've got to be kidding me. No, no, I know you're not. Frak, I just can't believe all of this has happened.

[arrow-of-apollo.livejournal.com]

I don't know if I could have. The Fleet needed people, especially with so many going planetside. Turned out that I made the right decision.

[Locked]
Believe it. Maybe the Dance helped out a lot of that, but I don't know if it cured everything.

[number-eight.livejournal.com]

Yeah, you did. How many of us were left? It was so quiet all the time, according to your father since I didn't get out much.

You put on a little weight, though. *grin* Sir.

[Locked]
I don't even want to know who was a part of it and who wasn't. I'd rather not know. And, no, it didn't cure much of anything, I think, except maybe a few personal issues.

[arrow-of-apollo.livejournal.com]

A couple thousand. Barely enough to put skeleton crews on both battlestars and even less than that on the civvie ships.

And thanks in part to your husband, that's a thing of the past, thank Gods.

[Locked]
So say we all.