Sequel to 7 Points
By Chaoseternus
Chapter 13: Dangerous Times
Adama grimaced as he arrived in his office.
This was… worrying.
It was to be expected yes, but it was still worrying.
They had been delivered into the relative safety of the Tau'ri, where they were protected and had support to help them build up.
But it wasn't enough; people had built the Tau'ri up as saviours, as unstoppable technological masters in their minds who could just wave a magic wand and make all their problems go away, the cylons, their lack of numbers, the need for rebuilding…
It was so very human and yet it was a huge problem.
The euphoria of being delivered unto safety, of meeting their long-lost brothers had worn off, and now reaction had set in.
And discontent was building, rapidly and explosively.
Adama knew from what he had seen on the streets today that all it would take was one spark, one nudge…
And there would be chaos, riots, looting, and destruction.
Adama frowned; they needed something to rally around, to boast their spirits.
But he had nothing to offer, Galactica and Hell's Runner were both in refit, Roslin being cured had staved off the disaster for a while but the enemy being captured running around this world had really shaken people's confidence.
"Sir, you look troubled" Tyrols voice made Adama look up, a week smile on his face as he saw the technician and his betrothed.
"Just affairs of state" Adama commented with a darkly wry grin.
Tyrol nodded, "I saw outside, what are you planning on doing about it?"
Adama resisted the urge to roll his eyes, everyone seemed to assume he always had a plan, always knew what to do and it was annoying, they couldn't really on him all the time, they needed to think for themselves.
"That's because you're a strong capable leader sir, and you always act as if you have all the answers"
Adama winced, he didn't realise he had actually said that out loud.
Tyrol's face may have been perfectly impassive, but his eyes proclaimed his laughter, "Sir, if I may make a suggestion?"
Five minutes later, a smile graced Adamas face, "This is going to be a rather… unusual requisition for the Tau'ri to deal with"
Tyrol shook slightly with suppressed laughter as he replied, "That it will sir, that it will"
O'Neill blinked, read the report again, blinked, then asked no-one in particular, "They want to requisition what?"
He glanced again at the report, "Sorry whom" then again, on further reflection maybe 'what' was appropriate considering some on the names on the list.
He snorted, glancing around at the curious expressions of the officers in the Command Centre of Grand Central Station, AKA ' Ravenbright ', "Adama wants to run a concert, to boast spirits and to encourage the Colonials to get to know us better"
He snorts, "Trouble is, Osama has a better security clearance than a few that are on this list"
His eyebrows rose, "several are dead or otherwise incommunicado… but a few…"
O'Neill shook his head bemused, "this goes up the chain, way up the chain"
Two days later several Paladins arrived, the pilots rather bemusedly over seeing the offloading of the first part of the requisition, DVD players, TV's and enough DVD's to sink a BSG.
Then came a studio team, equipped with the best equipment money could buy and a few specialised pieces specially made by technical services, ready to convert the magnetic hard disk type media the colonials used for movie storage to DVD disc.
The third part of the requisition, the only part that would actually raise any eyebrows didn't arrive, and Adama began to worry. The influx of new entertainment, all movies or series the Colonials who admittedly didn't watch anywhere near as much TV as the Tau'ri tended to, hadn't seen helped, but it only staved off the disaster; once again slowly breaking point was approaching.
Then word came, and gratefully Adama gave word for land to be prepared and an amphitheatre built.
Now all he had to do was arrange auditions for the Colonials who would form half of the show.
Already word had gotten out, admittedly with a little help, and anticipation was beginning to replace discontent on the streets. The situation was still volatile but less so.
It was a start.