Title: Wrath
Author: Sammy-girl001 aka Phoenix-Cry
Disclaimer: Just borrowing the character. No money is being made off this.
Word Count: ~400
Summary: Just a short take on the epic "I am coming for all of you" scene through the eyes of a technician.
A/N: This has been written in about 15 minutes and has not been beta-read. So please excuse any mistakes.
Communication Technician POV:
"Saul Tigh was killed attempting to escape, Bill Adama was trialled and found guilty of his crimes. A firing squad executed him this morning. It's done, Laura. Better think about the people of this fleet now and surrender."
I held my breath into the following silence, waiting anxiously, for my president to answer.
The silence stretched; seconds, minutes, maybe even hours ticking by, until Laura Roslin's voice carried over the speakers.
"No!"
I released my breath in a quiet puff from between my tightly pressed lips, her one word carrying more anger and deadly force than anything I've ever heard before, especially from the usually soft-spoken President. I glanced over at the self acclaimed new president, trying to gage his reaction, just as Roslin continued speaking.
"Not now, notever! Do youhear me?"
My heart was pounding like mad, my body and mind not knowing whether to be afraid or exhilarated at her words. From my seat near the command table, I could see Zarek's eyes narrow, in confusion, anger or fear, I did not know.
I just knew that I wouldn't want to change places with Tom Zarek, at Laura Roslin's next few words.
"I will use every cannon, every bomb, every bullet, every weapon I have, down to my own eyeteeth to end you! I swear it! I am coming for all of you!"
My hands were shaking where they were pressed together in my lap, chills running down my back; her last yelled words going right through me, settling deep in my chest, were they seemed to reverberate until clenching themselves around my heart.
Eyes wide, I stared at my comrades, a mixture of awe and fear on their faces. I only knew too well what they were thinking.
No one would ever make the mistake of underestimating the power of Laura Roslin's feelings again, I was certain of it. Because that's what it came down to – her feelings for the fleet, her people, and Admiral Adama. The news of his death were her undoing, her pain palpable with every enraged word coming out of her mouth.
I sat back and prayed that we could all prevail, and survive President Roslin's wrath, or if this was really the end.
And if it was, I could at least be proud to say that I had served my admiral and president loyally to the very end.
~fin