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knew he was right. "We've seen firsthand the buildup of Cylon forces in
these outlying quadrants. They shouldn't have much trouble finding us if
we attempt to stay too long on any habitable planet. We'll be trapped then,
no hope of defending ourselves or escape."

"And what happens when we deplete our fuel stores questing after this
fabled planet?" Tigh snapped. "What happens when half our fleet is dead
in space? It seems to me you're doing the enemy's work for them,
Commander."

For a moment, Athena expected Apollo to boil over with anger, but he
chuckled instead at the foolishness of the accusation. Tempers were short,
he knew; it was not the time to engage in a shouting match, and besides,
he knew Tigh's concerns about the welfare of the fleet were well-founded.
He could hardly be angry with him for that, especially when Apollo,
himself, had similar worries. The gods knew, it was indeed a possibility
the fuel reserves would exhaust themselves before the wanderers reached
Kirasolia. That was logic talking, but Apollo's focus was on something that
had little to do with that concrete mindset: he had faith, and his faith told
him his way was the correct path. Logic was hard to refute, but faith was
harder still to argue with.

"And let us suppose we do reach Kirasolia," Tigh allowed. "Won't the
Cylons simply find us there? How will Kirasolia be any more defensible
than the nearest habitable planet?"

Apollo smiled crookedly; he didn't realize it, but it was the same rogue's
smile he'd seen Starbuck flash countless times before. They were more
alike than he knew. "We will be on Kirasolia only long enough to take on
fresh supplies and building materials to repair the damage to our ships,"
he said.

Tigh looked astonished. Apollo's plan seemed madder by the moment.
"We'll have to remain in deep space while we refurbish our fleet," Apollo
said. "That will make us more difficult to locate, buy us more time to
make our repairs and augment our fighter fleet and weapons."

Before Tigh could respond, the communications screen linking the
bridges of the battlestars came to life, and, a moment later, the stern,
no-nonsense face of Commander Cain filled the screen. The man was
intimidating enough at normal size; seeing his grim features magnified
was ten times more imposing.

Gar'Tokk, who had entered the bridge with Apollo but had remained a
discreet distance from the proceedings, folded his sinewy arms across his
massive chest. Humans had no idea how entertaining they were to the
Borellian Nomen.

Cain did not waste time on small-talk or pleasantries, but cut straight
to the heart of the issue. "Our initial estimate of the damage we suffered