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AFTERMATH : THE JOURNEY BEGINS	By : Acaciarose Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2561 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fanfiction written for mine and my readers enjoyment. I make no money, nor do I make any profit from this work. Characters are borrowed from J K Rowling, Glen A Larson, and J R R Tolkien.

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A long pause, then, "My wife?" he asked as if confused by the question.
"Siress Uri. I do not see her amongst your group."
"Oh, yes...well, unfortunately, she was not in time to make the voyage."
Silence fell as Roark turned with simmering silver eyes to stare at him. "Really? Not in time? I find that VERY hard to believe, but all the same...My sympathies, Sire Uri," he said, his tone as icy as his eyes burned with his inner fire. "I'm sure she would be moved by your period of mourning. Siress Uri was an outstanding woman. She will be missed by those that knew and loved her."
"Grandmother will need to be told, of course," Harry spoke up. "She and Siress Uri were best friends." He whirled suddenly. "Lt. Boomer, please carry out the order given to you."
Sire Uri leveled a furious glare at Harry and Roark. "You have not heard the end of this, Captain," he said, raising a hand to point a finger at the two of them. "Either of you."
"Nor have you," Harry snapped right back, turning and leaving the room before he decided that burning the man to a crisp was a good idea...even if it wasn't. Not a good idea to fry a newly elected member of the Council of Twelve.
"I thought," he began, amusement clear in his voice as they returned back to their shuttle, "I told the two of you to stay out of trouble."
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Several days later found the first meeting of the Council of Twelve, the three Battlestar Commanders, their Strike Commanders, and the four Admirals happening on board the Galactica in the large conference room.
Their first order of business was to be where they would be going for the necessities of food, fuel, water, clothing, and medical supplies that they were running short on.
And the argument was in full swing as Sire Uri got to his feet. "Carrilon is too far away. We would never make it because of the food disaster."
"There is no other destination that is available to us at this time," Admiral Roark said, clearly beginning to run out of patience as he looked at Uri with narrowed forest-green eyes. He wanted to say, 'How dare you mention the food disaster when you had been caught hoarding food for yourself, and your selected friends. Not once...not TWICE...BUT THREE times.'
"Ah, but there is," he said as he moved to the lit-up grid map. "We can stop here," he pointed, "at Borealis. We know everything we need is there. Food. Fuel. Water. Medical supplies and clothing."
A snort sounded from Admiral Roark's left, drawing several gazes. "Sire Uri, did you, by any chance at all, happen to read any of the file you were handed when you entered this room?"
Sire Uri returned to his seat and sat, looking at the Galactica's new Strike Commander with disdain. "Yes, Lt. Colonel Rodolphus, I glanced through it. So?"
"If you had done more than GLANCE at it, you would have seen the report from Captain Roark and his team, that Borealis...as well as all of our current trading partners, were all attacked by the Cylons within days of each other. Fuck, Councilor, we could not even answer any of their calls for aid because, not ONLY were we barely mobile, we had not the personnel to do so."
"To go to Borealis now would be to walk onto the same death trap similar to the one we left behind. The Cylons will no doubt have Baseships stationed at each of the planets in question waiting for us to be so stupid as to go to them."
"But Carrilon is just too far away. With as little food as we have left, we would never--"
"There is another way," came a calm-voiced interruption, making them all turn to see Captains Hadrian and Roark standing in the doorway between the antechamber and the conference room, their expressions serious. "If we may have a moment of the Counsil's time?"
"Do go on, boys," Councilor Valerain said as they walked into the room, up the steps. "Do tell us. What other possible way could there be to get us to Carrilon quicker than the standard route?"
"Here," Roark said, taking up the marking pointer and tracing a path on the grid map. "We can go through the Nova of Madigon. Unpatrolled by the Cylons for yahrens, saving us several sectons of traveling time."
"Yes, it certainly would at that, but as you would surely know, Roark, my boy," Councilor Dumbledore spoke up as he leaned forward to look over his half-moon glasses at him. "The Cylons do not need to patrol that area, because they mined it."
"Dumbledore is right," came from the only female Councilor, Siress Minerva McGonagall, who had also been a Professor at Hogwarts. "We would never be able to get through the Nova without losing some ships."
"We would have to agree, it would be suicide to even THINK of going through the Nova," Adama spoke up with a look at his suddenly grinning grandsons, and he sighed. "Alright, Scamps, what have you got?"
"We can blow a path through the mines wide enough for the Galactica, the Solaria, and the Acropolis side by side to get them and the fleet through," Harry said as several brows shot up in shock.
"And just how, Captain Hadrian, would you and your brother plan to do that?"
"By taking a small party of our best marksmen into the mine. If we arranged ourselves before the Battlestars, we could blow the minefield apart with lasers," Roark answered, seeing several nods, as well as several worried looks.
"NO!" Admiral Roark exclaimed.
"Absolutely not!" Commander Thorin exploded. "Whatever the two of you are planning, stop it right now!"
Several chuckles sounded as Roark Sr. sat forward to glare at the two grinning Imps. "It would be far too dangerous to even think of such a thing. If any of you were to miss a mine--"
"We wouldn't miss, and we already have eight others who have volunteered to go with us."
"You...WHAT?!" came Adama's surprised gasp, though why he was surprised he didn't know. Whenever his grandsons came up with something so dangerous and so insane, they came prepared to prove that what most pilots would never think to do, the Peverell Potter brothers WOULD.
"Bravo...bravo," Uri suddenly spoke up. "If you really must insist that we go to Carrilon, gentlemen, then I say we let the Captain's have their way." He looked at the two standing side by side, thinking this was the perfect way to punish them, for they would surely fail. "What say the rest of you?"
"Aye!"
"If the two of them truly believe that they can get us through the Nova, then I say we let them"
"Thank you," Harry said, "and no worries. We'll get this fleet through."
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