THE JOURNEY CONTINUES: FINDING KOBOL

          "Admiral, I have open com's to all fleet ships," Omega turned to hand him the headset he had been wearing.

          "Thank you, Omega," he said, taking the headset and put it on.  "Attention all fleet ships.  This is Admiral Roark Durin, Colonial Counter-Intelligence.  I am, at this time, ordering the fleet to a full stop.  Ships helmsmen, you are to maintain your current positions until you hear differently from me.  Additionally, I will need Commander Roark, and Commander Adama to report to the Galactica with your second in Command, your Cmo's, and your Strike Commander's.  I also need Admirals Jenkins, Maxwell and Malfoy to report to the Galactica with your Aides.

          "As soon as the situation becomes clearer, we will inform you all of the details, so please be patient.  Thank you for your cooperation."

          As soon as he finished speaking, Omega cut the transmission, taking the headset back.  "Thank you, Omega.  I know," he said, raising his voice to be heard across the bridge, "that you are all curious as to what is going on.  Please be patient.  I will be explaining further as soon as our patrol returns."

          "Admiral," Dylan called out suddenly, "I have a dangerous spike of vitals in all four of our pilots."

          Roark whirled.  "Bring them home, Dylan.  If you have to put them on Auto-Pilot, then do so."

          "Yes sir," he answered, already typing.

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          "Durin," came that 'I am better than you' tone of voice from Admiral Lucius Malfoy, "just what the hell is the meaning of this summons?" he demanded, stalking across the anti-chamber.

           Coming through the door behind him like a ghost, was his only son and Aide, the newly promoted Lt. Draco Malfoy.  Though how Roark Sr. thought as he glanced over at the boy, Draco had made it through the Academy given his work ethic, was still a mystery to him.

          Hearing that voice spoken in that all too familiar superior way had him tensing, a grimace twisting his lips as he returned his attention to the elder Malfoy, seeing out of the corner of his eye his youngest son and his husband, both of whom he had been very relieved to see when they had walked in the anti-chamber door, Roark holding their six sectar old son in his arms.

          The boy's dark head was resting against the red leather of Roark's uniform jacket, sniffling occasionally and making little hiccupping noises as his sire's sherry eyes blinked sleepily.  He was clearly fighting to go to sleep as Roark rubbed a hand up and down his back.

          He had given his father a weak smile when he arched a brow.  "I know, but he was in a right state when Rodolphus and I got back to our quarters," he began by way of an explanation. "I couldn't just leave him, besides, Harry and Rabastan were about to pull their hair out in frustration."  Another quick smile.  "I think they have now decided NOT to have any kids."

         That got a chuckle from his father.  "Give him to me," he said, taking his grandson and cradling him against him, even as the infant snuggled closer to his grandfather.  "There now, Hunter," he murmured to the whiny boy, "what's all this fuss about, hum...?"

          That was when Malfoy had spoken in that oh-so-superior tone that had him grimacing, and his son and son-in-law smirking.  : Now Papa, do behave yourself, : came Roark's amused tone.  : I know it's hard to contain yourself, but let's not do, or SAY something you won't regret. :

          Smothering his chuckle, he gently shifted the now relaxed, sleeping Hunter.  "You're a fine one to talk, son." 

            Rodolphus began to chuckle softly as Roark Sr. then turned to face the irritated...and yes, IRRITATING Admiral Malfoy.  "Lucius," he said as evenly as he could,  "as is usual, you are the last to arrive,"  : And the first to complain, : He said in a discontented tone.