There were, however, still several hopeful bidders laying the smackdown against rival paddle-wielders online, clamoring for everything from Number Six's iconic red dress (which sold for an astounding $23,000) to Starbuck's full scale Viper Mark II (which the kind gang at Propworx, who ran the convention, had set up as a primo photo op... the Dradis console in there works! Wicked.) Numerous staffers dressed as pilots, fleet officers and deck hands assisted in negotiating the bidding wars while keeping a tight watch on all the Galactica ephemera. A very special guest arrived in the form of the irascible Colonel Tigh himself, Michael Hogan; he was friendly and chatty and everything his BSG alter-ego is not, signing autographs and posing with fans in pilots gear.Meanwhile, back on the display floor, it was hard not to gasp at just how many key props made it into this auction. Show's over, of course, so this was more like an estate sale than a housecleaning. A shitload of items from Joe's bar, including that incredible stand-up Pyramid game (talk about excellent prop work) were there. The entire contents of Admiral Adama's quarters (or damn near... and hell, everyone in the show sat on that sectional couch at some point!) was impressive. Even if one didn't have the cubits to take something home, it was a nifty gift to those for whom the show meant so much simply to be able to reach out and touch the Blackbird and the Cylon Raider. So say we all.