Sequel to 7 Points
By Chaoseternus
Chapter 5: Identity
Adama couldn't help but reflect that this seemed a relatively minor worry compared to those they had been facing just a month ago, compared to their very existence it seemed so minor, and yet it wasn't.
It was a matter of identity, of who they were.
Granted they were so few, mere thousands but that was more than enough to found this city with and in time, as the population grew they could spread out across the planet but still one question needed to be answered.
How would they protect their identity, their unique cultural strengths?
Already far too many of their people were looking to their saviours for everything, including how to behave, including for potential spouses.
Yes, so they would some outside DNA brought in, help keep the relatively small gene pool from going stale on them but not to the extent parts of the populace seemed to be practising it.
They were Colonials, not Tau'ri.
But that distinction seemed to be fading.
"Something needs to be done" Adama agreed.
Across the mahogany board table Adama could see Roslin nodding in agreement, and he smiled at her again, refusing to look away from her bald appearance, her hair destroyed by the more powerful yet less kind chemotherapy drugs of the Tau'ri.
She was a fighter Adama reflected, she may not be a Colonial Warrior but she was a fighter, she would pull through. Kobol help them if she didn't.
"Some martial pride perhaps?" Tigh noticed quickly he had everyone's attention, "I mean everyone looks up to Galactica and Hells Runner, the two of which make of the confirmed" Tigh stressed that word, reflecting on recent messages from the Tau'ri concerning other transmissions they had detected, "strength of the Colonial Military, and so we use that.
We can not do anything about Galactica, if we are to be safe, she needs to be upgraded as soon as possible for this theatre of combat and if that means the Tau'ri have some say in her use, so be it. Nor should we do much about the MTB's, we need those six ships as soon as possible to defend ourselves with but we keep the Colonial Military separate.
We design our own warships, we upgrade and design new Vipers and Raptors ourselves, we prove to the people the military is being kept separate from the Tau'ri and they will take note"
Wearily Roslin nodded, "It's a start, but it may not be enough, we need to do more"
"We could ask the Tau'ri to move all non-essential personnel off-world, explain we wish to maintain our cultural identity, if the history they told us in correct, they should be amenable, especially if we can get this 'Daniel Jackson' on our side when he arrives tomorrow"
Adama smiled, a little shocked at Billy, such an obvious idea and yet it hadn't occurred to him, maybe he vas getting too cynical in his old age "Its worth a try"
Tigh chuckled, "Guess who just volunteered for the job of sweet talking the good Doctor?"
Adama and Roslin both shot Tigh looks which clearly said, 'that's Cruel!'
"Dualla has been liasing with the Tau'ri a lot," Adama added, "Best speak with her first"
Billy just nodded, a little nervously.
"Any other suggestions? Then same time tomorrow" Nodding, Roslin left the room, striding quickly through the town to her temporary home, the hospital.