Day 1 Votes
Roy : Raitaki Lingie
Wing Zero : Raitaki Lingie
Raitaki : Roy Abstain poison_us Abstain poison_us Lingie poison_us
Norm : Abstain poison_us
Tempz : Abstain poison_us Lingie poison_us
poison_us : Symmetry (1)
lil-Inferno : Raitaki Abstain
xAngelSpiritx : Abstain
Observer12425 : poison_us Abstain poison_us Abstain Lingie
Azrael.Wrath : poison_us
Zycorax : Tempz (1)
Jack : Tempz Raitaki Lingie (5)
TiKels : Abstain poison_us
Symmetry : posion_us
OlimarandLouie : poison_us
Riney : Raitaki (1)
Dem0nS1ayer : Abstain
Aristocrat : Raitaki poison_us
Echo : Roy poison_us (9)
Vrael : TiKels (1)

Majority vote: poison_us (9)

Declined to vote: Lingie, Excalibur

22 members of the tribunal entered the meeting room to discuss possible identities of Cylon operatives within the fleet. The group ranged from the highly sane to the extremely paranoid, but those in command wanted to be sure it was a mixed variety of opinions.

President Roslin watched as the group fought over who they believed to be a Cylon. After much debate and votes going back and forth, a very split verdict came to be. It was clear how rabid the discussion was as some people were happy with their choice, some were outraged as they believed they were losing one of ther own, and some just didn't seem to care either way.

"poison_us, a majority believes you are a Cylon operative attempting to live among us," Roslin announced.

"This is ridiculous, I still have important work to do!" poison_us was clearly outraged by the claim, and gave his voters an extreme look of . "This whole idea is dumb. You're making a huge mistake."

"That's enough," interrupted Roslin. "The tribunal has spoken."

poison_us was killed by a firing squad soon after. A fitting death for a Cylon, Roslin felt.

A man sat quietly at a table in the corner of the bar area, completely engrossed in his book.
"The Third Testament? How are you liking it?," asks a passerby. This passerby had been watching the man for some time this evening. He knew he would find him here, as the man was a regular.
"I'm really enjoying it, actually," he responds enthusiastically. "Are you religious?"
"No, no, not at all. Just curious," the man responds, chuckling. "Well I wont keep you any longer." He made his way to the exit where he would wait for the reader's departure.
No longer than an hour had gone by when the reader finally decided to call it a night. As he was walking down the hallway with the clamor of the bar fading behind him, he heard someone calling for him - a voice he recognized from earlier in the evening.
Given the recent level of paranoia on the ship, the man kept walking, faster now. His pursuer could be a Cylon. He immediately heard the sound of gunshots, and bolted down the hall. Moments later he reached his room, ran inside, and closed the door behind him. Was the man still out there? He couldn't hear any footsteps following him.
The man locked the door and slept just a little easier knowing he was able to evade that attack.

...

Two men stood guard at their post, but luckily not for much longer. Their shift was ending shortly, leaving plenty of time for much desired sleep.
"The military is going to control the world, I swear," says one man to the other.
"What makes you say that?," the other man responds, laughing.
"Well Adama is getting back on his feet, and it again looks as if he is going to coerce Roslin into letting him make all the major decisions."
The other man didn't seem to understand where all this was coming from. They were both veterans of the military, and he assumed they both felt the same duty as soldiers looking to survive. "I don't follow," he finally stated.
"Eh, don't worry about it. It wont matter much longer." The man pulled out a gun and shot the other a few times in the chest, before running out of sight.
The shot soldier dropped to the floor in pain. As he regained his breath, he pulled off his bulletproof vest and thanked the Gods he was still alive.

...

"Hey there," the attractive woman said to the man in uniform. "How about you buy me a drink?"
The man didn't know how to respond. Her beauty was stunning. "Alright," was the best he could muster.
"Good." She looked at the medals on his coat, and one in particular caught her eye. "That's a beautiful one. I have one just like it." He laughed as he wasn't sure how serious she was. She looked over his shoulder at someone else, slowly coming up behind the man. An instant later, the man felt a sharp pain in his back. A knife was lunged in quickly, but the assailant had already run out before anyone could spot him. The woman looked bewildered, playing innocent.
The stab victim was rushed to the medical bay where Dr. Cottle's top medical supervisor took charge.
"Luckily, the wound didn't damage anything serious and you will live, but I will need you to stay here for the night." The victim was relieved that he would live another day.

...

A scientist sat at his computer waiting for his latest test to complete. Only a few seconds were left. 3. 2. 1. The computer made a beeping noise as the scientist's eyes lit up. He was both horrified and relieved by his finding.

...

A man sat on his bunk, staring at his blank and barren wall. He found it difficult to sleep. The thought of the unknown Cylons running around at night was nerve-racking. Who were they? How many were left? Have all of them been activated? What if I am one? His mind was racing.

...

"Knock, knock!" The man jokingly exclaimed as he walked up to the mortican's room. They were friends, and he was dropping by to ask how the investigations were going. The doctor wasn't there. "Of course. He'd be in the morgue. How dumb."
A copy of the Rising Stars Compendium sat on the dimly lit desk, next to a notebook discussing E. Bowell and "Doressoundiram." Odd reading material for a mortician, the man thought. He looked at a photo of the great Battlestar Galactica ship on the doctor's wall before heading back to his own room, unsatisfied.