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Commander," President Tigh said; it was Tigh's way of letting his old
friend know he was displeased with Apollo's behavior. Apollo glanced from
Athena to Tigh and back to Athena.

She said, "We're a little… concerned… about the time you spend away
from your post, when there is so much to be discussed, and decided."

Apollo felt himself bristle at their rebukes, but maintained his calm. "I
understand I've been a little distracted, lately," Apollo answered,
spreading his hands expansively; "but I have full faith in your and
President Tigh's abilities to lead in my times of absence from the bridge."

"But the people," Tigh said, pulling himself up, "don't seem to share
that faith in you, Commander."

Apollo wiped his palm down his face; was this day really happening? He
felt safer showing his pique than he did his pain, and felt his cheeks
flushing red and hot. Athena interjected herself between the two men, and
outlined the facts. It was nothing Apollo didn't already know, but it was a
way of defusing a potentially volatile situation. No matter what, she would
always rush to her brother's aid, even if she didn't always agree with him.

"The entire fleet is running out of energy stores and other vital
resources," she said; before Apollo could interrupt, she pressed on.
"Seditionist and other adversarial factions aboard the fleet—those who
never looked with much favor upon you, or me—have become more vocally
strident than ever in their opposition to us. There have already been
several outbreaks of violence over dwindling food supplies, but nothing
that we haven't been able to contain… so far." She added this last with
great emphasis.

"The violence can only get worse," Tigh added, grimly. "By traveling
such a long distance to Kirasolia, we risk losing more people to starvation,
more ships to energy depletion."

"I thought it was understood," Apollo responded. "We must buy
ourselves more time. The Cylons know how badly damaged our fleet is.
They'll expect us to find a planet on the holocube in closer proximity than
Kirasolia. We cannot afford to make any more mistakes."

"Yes, Apollo," Athena responded with a curt nod. "We cannot afford to
make any more mistakes. We're already so desperately low on fuel and
resources that if anything more goes wrong, we will not make it to
Kirasolia, or any other planet. Ask yourself this, Apollo: Are you sure you
want to risk losing everything by trying to second-guess the enemy?"

"They're Cylons," Apollo answered. "They're predictable. 'Exterminate
the humans.' There's not much margin for error in that edict, is there?
They're hot on our trail and closing in on us." He looked from Tigh to
Athena; he could tell, although they might not want to admit it, that they