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Battlestar Galactica - 6 miles West of Freemont - 8:13 AM
Admiral Adama stands in the CIC, watching an illuminated screen above him, highlighting troop movements.
"Are all troops in position?" Adama asked.
"All but the 7th tribal infantry and the 12th cavalry." Adama's XO, Colonel Saul Tigh, informs him.
"How long until they're in place?" Adama asks.
"2 hours." Tigh responds.
"Damn. Redirect them to the Creeperian Border. They won't make their positions in time."
"Yessir."
9:04 A.M. - Battlestar Galactica - 2 miles west of Freemont
"The 4th Tribal Militia is on the Arapaho-Creeperian Border. Governor Lincoln reports that the New Austin Territorial Militia has fortified their positions around Caprica. The 12th cavalry is on its way to San Juan Diego. Sir, we need to get this damn thing done with." Colonel Tigh states.
"Get me on the horn." Admiral Adama says. Colonel Tigh nods and hands Adama a microphone.
"This is the Admiral. I am taking command of all Sequoyan Military and Militia personnel. You will all receive orders from your supervisors in the next few minutes. We are carrying out a coordinated operation to secure Sequoyah from the Odyssian Clan. At this time, we are declaring martial law." He pauses. "I know some of you may be scared, but this is the best chance we got. It's time to be worthy of survival. You have your orders. Get to it."
9:18 AM - Calhoun Family Plantation - Outside of Freemont
President-Elect Edward Calhoun watches from a window as tribal workers pick tobacco. He smiles slightly. One of his security detail walks into the room.
"Mr. President-Elect, we need to move. We've received word of an imminent threat."
Gunfire can be heard from the edge of the estate. Calhoun grabs a revolver from his nightstand.
"I was a goddamned Colonel in the Army. We hold them here."
"Mr. President-Elect, we need to move now! We can't defend yo-" The security guard stops speaking. Calhoun turns towards him and sees his face is gone - blown off by a gunshot.
"Ah, f*ck." He mutters. He gets down and cocks his pistol. A canister shatters the window and explodes in the room, blinding Calhoun. He rubs his eyes to see Airfleet Marines standing over him with black body armor and service rifles.
"Mr. President-Elect, you are under arrest for aiding and abetting the Odyssian Clan in violation of Executive Order 10455." Calhoun snarls.
"Ah, that P'tahk Adama. You're all traitors now." Calhoun growls. The Marines say nothing and cuff him.
Freemont - 10:02 AM - Sequoyan Congress
Senators and Congressmen-elects walk to their new offices, preparing for their eventual inauguration. Galactica flies over Freemont and launches its planes. The Deseret Rangers secure the outskirts of the city, and Marines lock down the entrances and exits to the Congress building.
Port Angeles - Navy Steamships Dock
Three armed steamships dock at Port Angeles and immediately begin de-embarking marines, armed with revolvers and lever-action rifles. The Captain delivers his orders.
"Men, you are to secure the city from Domestic attacks. Any members of the Odyssian Clan are to be captured or shot."
600 Naval marines move into the city.
12:01 PM - Radio Nueva Vegas
Radio Nueva Vegas, the largest and only pan-Sequoyan radio station, is broadcasting. Men walk among the dials, calibrating the amplitude to maintain a good connection. Suddenly, a courier runs into the studio, holding an audio tape.
"We just got this from the Admiral, condition one, to be played on the air right away."
The DJ pauses, then takes the tape.
"We interrupt our scheduled programming to play this message from Admiral Adama."
He plays the tape on the radio. Admiral Adama's voice plays over the radio.
"My fellow Sequoyans. We have received word that President-Elect Edward Calhoun has aided and abetted the Odyssian Clan, a Domestic Terrorist group, in violation of Sequoyan Law. As such, President-Elect Calhoun has been arrested. He will be tried by an independent tribunal for violation of Executive Order 10455. As of this moment, I am calling representatives from each provincial government to meet with me in Freemont to discuss forming a provisional government. The Military is securing our cities to ensure a peaceful transition. This is a new dawn for Sequoyah. We will eliminate the terror that plagues our people. So say we all."