By ChaosEternus
Thanks to LONA of the BSGWS for Beta'ing this fic for me.
johnyG: this is NOT in the thundersdawn series, the sequal to 7 Points is Colonial Thunder
to all those who reviewed: THANK YOU!
Well this was fun.
Really.
Almost as much fun as getting an acid enema.
Let's see, try explaining to these pig-headed Colonials that everything they thought they knew about human evolution is total BS when you don't have any evidence to hand and you still don't understand each other perfectly. Real fun.
"We have missing link skeletons, and we have mapped the path of human evolution" Exasperated, Donally repeated himself.
"Impossible, the book of Kobol clearly states…"
This time, Donally didn't resist and snorted out loud, "Yeah, like nobody has ever written a bunch of lies down and tried to called it religion."
I glared at Donally, my Sumerian might not be the best but even I could tell Donally had just screwed up. "Ever hear of diplomacy, Don?"
"You think maybe we pissed them off?" Donally asked idly, his arms resting on the bars of the cell.
"No," I grunted, acidly, "I think you pissed them off and us two got caught in the crossfire" I paused, and added darkly, "Again"
Donally grunted, "How was I to know they would be so touchy?"
Dafydd rolled his eyes. "Remember the basic pysch-war course we attended?"
"Yes," Donally replied, confused.
"What was number one on the list of things to say if you really wanted to piss someone off?" Dafydd continued, walking up behind Donally.
Still confused, Donally replied, "Well, insult their… oh." Light dawned.
"Exactly!" Dafydd said, clipping Donally around the ear. "Insult their religion, and what did you do?"
Donally groaned, his head bowed.
It was two days before they let us out, two long boring days.
And in the end, they kicked us out and a disgruntled Mrs. Top Gun was kicked straight in.
Which was odd, because I figured there would probably be more cells on a ship this size.
But we shrugged it off. We were free and Mr. Grim and Unrelenting was waiting for us, shooting Mrs Top Gun a wry glare as he started to lead us away from the cell, through the corridors and up through officer country.
And into command.
We stared, this was the first time we had seen the Command Centre, the heart of the warship we were on and it was impressive. Large TFT panels everywhere, crew efficiently manning stations despite being distracted by the government types trying to chat them up…
And through command we were swiftly led to what was obviously a meeting room and a high profile one at that.
And inside a new figure awaited us.
And this one I instantly dubbed 'President.'
This was obviously the civilian leader, and now we had to deal with her.
Things were once again, about to get interesting.