Thank the Gods! You are a survivor on the Valkyrie, the last Mercury Class Battlestar, a ship lacking any senior military leadership; victims of a Cylon virus that sucked 90% of the Valkyrie’s crew out of the airlocks. Will we elect a military dictatorship? A democracy? Or a prophet? The stakes are high. Cylon pursuers could show up at any moment…or are the Toasters already among us? Frack! Heavy role playing. Costumes encouraged.