(Declaration= I do not own any part of Xmen or BSG or Star Trek! Wish I did!)
CHAPTER 40 of the Phoenix and the Wolverine.
In the middle of the underverse...
Q tried not to grit his teeth as his companion continued to mutter under his breath.
"This is pointless ! Why does your wife think we would find any of them in this damned place?! It's gloomy ; dark and most likely damp if I could feel such elements..."
Q rubbed his forehead and decided to give in to temptation.
"General Q; could you just shut up for one blessed moment? I swear you're giving me the mother of all migraines!"
The older Q glared at him. "You must be thinking the same thing! We have been searching for ages..."
"Only in terms of Q time which is no time at all..."interrupted Q wearily.
"It is still a waste of our time!" snapped General Q "we should be doing something more important..."
"Than this ?!" cut in Q "we have some entity playing havoc with the very fabric of space as well as being on the verge of causing a intergalactic war and you consider this search a waste of time?!"
"Aren't you concerned that we left Lady Q alone with that damn wormhole?" asked the General abruptly.
Q narrowed his eyes. "Don't try and change the subject, Lady Q is more capable than you know that is why I trust her judgment in this."
General Q opened his mouth to speak then seemed to freeze.
"What..." began the younger Q only to be stopped when the General raised a hand.
"Listen." Both Qs kept silent and after a long moment began to hear voices whispering. They shared a glance before walking in the direction of the sound.
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Elsewhere in the void between dimensions...
Lady Q stood up from her crystal armchair as her husband and General Q flashed into existence.
"It's about time you two showed up; for one brief moment I actually thought you had eloped without me."
Q rolled his eyes. "Please if I ever think of doing such; I would be sure to warn you in advance."
"We found two of them," said General Q sharply; he was obviously not in the mood for banter. Lady Q raised an eyebrow and folded her arms.
"Someone is impatient; so who exactly did you find and what do they have to say for themselves?" asked the female Q.
"Apollo and Aphrodite," replied Q " they were so busy bickering about how to re-decorate their...celestial abode that they didn't sense us approaching. However once we made them aware of the purpose of our visit. They were at first shocked then incensed that we would actually think one of them was behind the wormhole..."
"So in summary; Apollo and Aphrodite were useless?" interrupted Lady Q dryly.
"Not really," disagreed General Q with a thoughtful frown " at least this rules them out and leaves us with fourteen more Lords to search for."
"Do either of you have any idea where we should look next?" asked Lady Q.
Both male Q shared a worried glance. "Apollo and Aphrodite were no help on that either."
Lady Q rubbed her forehead as if she had a migraine. "This just keeps getting better and better," she sighed wearily. "You boys have to keep searching because it's getting harder to prevent the anomaly from becoming visible."
She waved her hand and an image of three Federation ships facing twelve Romulan ships appeared.
"The mortal races that we're supposed to be watching over are getting very concerned and we both know how stupid they can be when they let fear and anger overcome what little common sense they possess," Lady Q turned to both men " so do understand when I stress how important this is."
She saw a certain expression on General Q's face. "And no; we are definitely not telling the other Q; that will only make things worse."
The older male Q frowned but nodded reluctantly. "Fine; I'll follow your lead."
"Well; since that's settled," said Q solemnly as he straightened his upper red and black Starfleet tunic " we might as well get started because there are a trillion and one places and periods where they could be hiding."
General Q just sighed and snapped his fingers thus making the two male Q disappear. Lady Q folded her arms as she turned to watch the invisible Romulan-Neutral border.
"For all our sakes; you boys better hurry," muttered the female Q under her breath.
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The Colonial Gang Daily Report Update.
"This is James Mcmanus reporting live from the main flight bay of the Battlestar Galactica.
It's been exactly 11 minutes and 37 seconds since our live transmission of the first public meeting between the Quorum of Twelve and the delegates of the Starship Xavier who represent the Thirteenth Tribe. I'm sure that most of you who watched have been left with more questions than answers.
Attendees to this meeting included the Quorum of Twelve, President Roslin and Vice President Zarek.
Delegates from the Xavier were Dr Jean Grey, who is their chief medical officer, Ensign Ihuoma Kadretti, an appointed member of Starfleet and Cadet Laura Kinney.
In case you missed the recent action, there will be a recorded video playing hourly for the next 7 cycles. The meeting started off on obtaining supplies and how the Xavier would assist the fleet on reaching Earth, but the focus of the meeting quickly turned to the apparent ineffectiveness of the current administration of President Roslin and Vice President Zarek in negotiating with the crew of the Xavier.
A vote of no confidence was suggested by Delegate Dahlia of Tauron and this of cause initiated a verbal outburst from both sides in which Brother Riall of Gemenon expressed his displeasure at the presence of Ensign Ihuoma Kadretti who is a member of Starfleet which we believe is the military of Earth.
However before the vote could be started...a strange phenomenon occurred in which the jars of water elevated and the contents were thrown into the faces of the delegates."
A nervous laugh followed. "I know this sounds...crazy but if you haven't seen it then I don't blame you but I was one of those present, it's also on video and it's very real.
Analysts have wondered if it's a weapon of the Thirteenth Tribe but we have been told repeatedly that the Xavier delegation attended without any weapons.
The water pouring silenced the delegates while Dr Grey gave them an ultimatum, to get their act together so that we could all work towards a common goal...which, is the entire colonial fleet reaching Earth safely.
At the moment we can confirm that Dr Grey and her team are still on board the Galactica and there is a strong possibility that she's in the medical bay. Unfortunately we can't show you the ship they arrived in because of security reasons but trust me, it's here and I have seen it.
As I said earlier a lot of questions were raised by this meeting. Such as can the crew of the Xavier really provide us with essential supplies such as food; medicine and weapons ?
Also why was Brother Riall so upset about Ensign Kadretti's presence ? Was it due to the fact that she knew next to nothing about the Lords of Kobol or her appearance which is not altogether human?
These questions need to be answered and soon, which is why we the Colonial Gang will not rest until we deliver the answers to these burning questions.
For the moment; sit back and re-watch what happened earlier at the first ever recorded meeting of the Quorum of the Thirteen Tribes of Kobol."
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The Galactica; the medical bay...
Ensign Ihuoma Kadretti was acutely aware of how the talking stopped when their small guarded group entered the medical bay. From the corner of her eyes she saw Laura roll her shoulders as if she was expecting a fight.
Oh please; let's prevent that from happening , prayed Oma silently.
Meanwhile Dr Grey had a diplomatic smile on her face but that didn't stop the onlookers from watching them with a bit of fear in their eyes. As expected a lot of odd looks were sent Oma's way but they were less aggressive than she expected.
Apparently Jean's drenching of the delegates plus the verbal dressing down she had just given them had left an impression on their minds.
That's right; you don't mess with the X-men.
Phoenix ? Thought Oma back to the dark entity that was 'paying' her mind a visit. The female Starfleet ensign wasn't alarmed ; actually it was like saying 'hi' to a old friend who just happened to have a habit of casually dropping into one's mind for a chat.
Yes dear sister; it is me. Replied the Phoenix gaily. They may seem quite civil now but they will forget soon enough so always watch your back.
Oma smiled grimly. I'll keep that in mind Phoenix and thanks for the heads up.
Oh you're so polite! Professor X would have loved your Starfleet Academy.
Oma couldn't help asking. And what of Magneto ? What would he have thought of us today?
The Phoenix was quiet for a moment before answering.
It's a bit hard to say; he may have been pleased by the fact that mutants are no longer being hunted but Erik was an odd one. You Starfleet guys seem so...placid and nice, that may have irritated him a great deal.
Oma almost faltered in her steps.
Well dear; this chat was awesome but I must leave you now as one of your biggest fans is just approaching.
My biggest what? Began a startled Oma before she heard a familiar voice.
"Oma...Ensign Kadretti!" She stopped and turned to see a certain blonde male colonial ensign approaching her. It was Ensign Rogers and behind him was Captain Agathon. They both looked quite concerned.
"You...you okay?" asked Rogers as he stared at only the female Starfleet ensign.
"Yeah; we're fine. Thanks for your concern," answered Laura dryly. Roger's face flushed at not checking on the welfare of the other members of Dr Grey's team. Oma also felt her face go warm at the smirk on Laura's face and the small smile of Jean Grey.
"We're glad to see you're still here," said Helo.
Laura's eyes narrowed. "And why is that?"
"People were getting quite worried..." began Helo.
"Maybe we should all take this somewhere more private," sharply interrupted Lee Adama. The tense CAG was looking around the crowded medical bay with a wary expression on his face. It was obvious that the surrounding onlookers were trying to listen in on the conversation in the middle of the medical bay.
"Dr Cottle's office would be ideal," said Dualla who had been silent so far.
"Where's Dr Cottle?" asked Dr Grey as their group started moving again.
Rogers turned to her. "He's with a patient at the moment and he was very happy with the supplies Ensign Q replicated."
"Glad to hear it," commented Laura wryly as they entered a modest looking office with a desk cluttered with what looked like paper files. The silent guard of four marines stayed outside.
Oma glanced at the female teenager beside her; Laura's voice and demeanour appeared relaxed but she still kept looking around as if checking for potential risks. The girl never seemed to know when to let down her guard. Oma wondered what kind of upbringing had made Laura the way she was.
Jean had a thoughtful look on her face. "We'll still need to know which supplies are top priorities so that we can get started on it as soon as possible."
Lee raised an eyebrow. "There is only so much you can provide considering the size of your vessel."
Dr Grey glanced at him. "I recall Q telling you earlier that we could get you the supplies you need if we had enough time and ingredients."
"But how is that even possible?" asked the still sceptical Lee Adama.
Behind his back Laura rolled her eyes. "Why don't you just ask for a tour of the Xavier while you're at it? I bet that's the only way that we could convince you of the ship's abilities."
Oma tried not to frown; the way Laura said the word 'abilities' made it seem as if Xavier was alive. From the look on Lee Adama's face, that made him very uncomfortable.
Jean sighed wearily as Lee stared over his shoulder at Laura who had a sardonic smile on her face. Dualla coughed loudly which drew attention to her.
"I'll check on Dr Cottle and tell him you're here," she left the office without looking in Dr Grey's direction. The six people in the room now began looking at each other. As Oma expected, Dr Grey tried to ease the tense atmosphere in the room.
"The Xavier is not going to abandon the fleet if that's what you're worrying about," almost everyone looked at Lee as he failed to show his obvious relief and embarrassment.
"But for us to work together we need to know more about the Quorum and try to prepare the colonials for meeting the Federation," continued the female medic.
"What would you like to know?" asked Lee warily.
"Riall Zhalen, is he some sort of priest or religious leader ?" asked Dr Grey. Laura and Oma focused on the CAG as he took a moment to answer.
"He's a 'brother' which is a member of the clergy and he's from Gemenon...a colony that is known for it's religious fervour and fundamentalist beliefs."
"Great so he's a religious nut-job, exactly what we need" muttered Laura loudly. Jean glared at her and the teen just shrugged. "I'm just saying what we're all thinking."
Lee couldn't help but smile at the girl's refreshing frankness. "Many would agree with you but he's an elected member of the Quorum and a lot of people listen to him.
"But what happened today? Why did the Quorum attack us the way they did ?" asked Oma. Lee hesitated to answer.
Laura sighed. "I don't think we were the real target Oma, they were after President Roslin. She was this close to being unseated by a vote of no confidence," she turned to Lee and the other colonials "and I'm sure once that vote was put through she and Zarek would have no choice but to call for elections asap."
Lee, Helo and Rogers looked confused at her last part of her sentence.
"ASAP means 'as soon as possible," explained Dr Grey.
"So about the election bit...am I right or am I wrong?"asked Laura. Lee looked at the female teen before him. This girl was very smart.
"You're right; Roslin would have to call for elections at once."
Laura laughed dryly. "God, I just love politics and politicians!"
Before anyone could say anything more Dr Cottle entered the room followed by Dualla Adama.
The colonial doctor took one look around the room before he noticed Oma. His eyes widened as he made a beeline for her.
The female Starfleet ensign tried not to step back and barely hid how his stare made her nervous. Rogers on the other hand was almost glaring at the senior medical officer.
"So you're the one everyone is yammering about," said Dr Cottle after scrutinising Oma for a long minute before sticking out his right hand.
"I'm Dr Sherman Cottle; chief medical officer of the Galactica and this whole Gods-damned fleet," Lee tried not to wince at the doctor's casual profanity.
Oma looked at the doctor's hand and took it carefully intending to shake it but she failed to hide her shock when the Doctor actually squeezed her hand hard as if checking for strength. It didn't hurt , it was just so unexpected.
"Hey doc," called Laura who had been watching the colonial medic closely " wanna shake my hand ?" she lifted her right hand casually while pretending to ignore how everyone apart from Jean tensed at her words.
Dr Cottle let go of Oma's right hand. "No need for that," he replied without looking at Laura. He kept his eyes on the female Starfleet officer in-front of him.
"That didn't actually hurt now; did it?"
Oma felt a bit irritated. "No, it didn't..."
"So you're stronger than a human," continued Dr Cottle with his questions. Lee looked around and saw that Dr Grey was now frowning. The CAG opened his mouth to say something but Ensign Kadretti beat him to it.
"Yes; but I would caution you not to do what you just did when the Klingon's and the Federation arrive here. It could lead to a massive misunderstanding with untold consequences."
Dr Cottle's eyes narrowed. "You're upset."
Oma counted in her head to five before answering. "Of cause I'm upset, our delegation was almost used as a chess piece a few minutes ago on your fleet network for all to see and now you're trying to do an evaluation of how non-human I am."
Roger's winced at the acidity in her voice.
"Consider how you would feel if our roles were reversed," completed Oma in as civil a tone as she could manage.
Dr Cottle stared at her for a long moment. "I apologize for my insensitivity."
Lee almost felt his jaw drop to the floor. Dr Cottle was a very good physician but his bedside manners left a lot to be desired. He scared hardened veterans and didn't hesitate to tell top political leaders and military commanders how stupid they were. Also, he hardly ever apologized for his attitude. Lee was sure that Oma didn't know how rare this attitude was for Dr Cottle.
Oma looked at the colonial medic for a long moment. "Apology accepted."
Helo closed his eyes with relief and looked sideways to see Dualla had a similar relieved expression on her face. Laura and Dr Grey were still watching Dr Cottle closely.
But the medical doctor wasn't done yet.
"Ensign Kadretti, please don't take offense, but apart from the crew of the Xavier, you are the first...unique person I have ever met." Lee felt his eyebrows were trying to climb into his hairline...was Cottle actually trying to be diplomatic? Wonders will never cease.
"Due to your dual heritage; you're even more unique than your captain and the rest of your crew. So please understand my curiosity and also expect more stupidity from others less intelligent than me." Rogers closed his eyes wearily expecting the worst.
"You will get more questions and...possible insults from some very fanatical people who I fear are in the tens of thousands," he paused " and some of them will take very direct ways to express their displeasure."
Laura's eyes narrowed. "You mean they will try to kill her ?"
Lee almost threw his hands in the air. Why was he not surprised that the female teen would ask the really difficult questions?
Dr Cottle stared at the mutant teen for a long moment then nodded. "Yes they will; they are scared, hungry, angry and very tired. Living in cramped , filthy conditions can drive many insane and fanatical about certain beliefs."
Laura studied Dr Cottle for a moment before nodding. "At least the doc is honest."
"Thanks for the warning Dr Cottle," said Oma now looking chagrined about her earlier behaviour "I apologize for..."
The doctor raised his hand. "Don't , I was in the wrong," he looked around " now let's talk about more pressing matters. Those supplies you brought me are almost finished."
Dr Grey looked more concerned than surprised. "I was afraid of that, what exactly do you need?"
Dr Cottle gave her a wry grin. "How about we start with the entire medical stock of 6 of the top biggest medical facilities of Caprica then we can add in more stuff as we go along . However considering how that's a really tall order, I'll just give you a list of the basic stuff we really need now." He gave a sheet of paper with the odd hexagonal edges to the female medic.
Jean had a slight frown on her forehead as she scanned the list.
"You need more fortified vitamins; antibiotics, analgesics, dressings and medical equipment for minor and major surgeries," she looked up "what about food and clothing ?"
Cottle sighed. "We'll definitely need those as well but for now there are a lot of chronically ill and malnourished people in the fleet and considering what you've already done for us, I really don't want to put pressure on you to do more."
Jean smiled sadly at him but Laura snorted before the female medic could say a word.
"Too late for that doc, your Quorum has already done that on national TV or whatever passes for it here."
Cottle winced. "I saw that, believe me when I say not all of us support how that meeting was handled by our leaders."
Oma and Laura shared a sceptical look at his words as someone knocked at the door. Everyone looked at the door as Dr Cottle ordered the person to come in.
There were expressions of surprise as Admiral Adama entered the already crowded office with Colonel Saul Tigh.
Oma moved closer to the person beside her to make room and almost bumped into Rogers.
"Oops sorry about that," apologized the female Starfleet officer.
"Oh don't worry about it," said a slightly red faced Rogers at the same time. Both of them missed the knowing smirk on Laura's face as she tried not to laugh.
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The Admiral looked quickly around the office before turning to Dr Grey.
"Dr Grey; I apologize on behalf of the fleet for what occurred a few minutes ago."
Jean tried not to wince; even though she wasn't reading his mind, she could feel his absolute embarrassment about the incident and she knew he hadn't been aware of the Quorum's plans.
"Admiral, it's okay..." Laura looked as if she was about to protest so Jean gave her a warning glance and to her relief the mutant teenager held her peace.
"It's just one of those diplomatic hiccups which I'm sure will not affect the alliance between us and I also have to apologize for drenching most of your leaders."
Saul Tigh snorted. "Please don't apologize, it was the best thing I had seen in years." The Admiral gave him an exasperated look which the XO promptly ignored.
"However that's not our main problem right now," continued Dr Grey "the entire colonial fleet watched that meeting, I'm afraid to say that it's going to make a lot of your people very concerned especially since they don't have a clue what's going on."
Adama's face was grim as he nodded. "This First Contact situation is new to us and at this point I'm open to suggestions," he looked around the room and caught his son's stunned expression.
"Another meeting, and this time not televised live," said Ensign Kadretti after a few moments of shocked silence "not right away but it shouldn't take too long and someone who's in a position of authority needs to do a press conference before the second meeting."
"Like who?" asked the CAG with an irritated tone "personally after how our Quorum behaved, I wouldn't want to listen to them anytime soon."
"Admiral Adama," all looked at Dualla "you could do the press conference, a lot of people look up to you."
"I do that and I'll get accused of trying to grab power from the elected government," replied the Admiral.
"He's got a point," said Saul Tigh reluctantly.
"Then get President Roslin to do the press conference with you," this surprisingly came from Laura "though she didn't exactly defend us as she should, she also didn't plan to attack us; so maybe the people will also listen to her as well."
Saul and the senior Adama exchanged a look. The Admiral turned to the female teenager.
"Cadet Kinney, you seem to have a talent for diplomacy."
Laura's expression clearly stated he was insane. "Excuse me?"
"Those were excellent suggestions Ensign Kadretti , Lieutenant Dualla Adama and Cadet Kinney," said Jean hastily before Laura said something rude.
"In the meantime, we intend to stay back and assist in the medical bay with Dr Cottle's permission of cause," the colonial medic looked surprised and pleased at the same time.
"That would be appreciated," he looked at the Admiral who nodded.
"I'll leave you to it then, until later," said the senior officer before leaving with a silent Saul Tigh.
Before anything else could be said, Dualla excused herself hastily before following the senior officers out of the office. Jean appeared a bit chagrined at her hasty departure even Lee Adama was a bit puzzled but Laura said what they were all thinking.
"What's her hurry?"
"Probably had some sort of report to write," brushed off Dr Cottle who obviously had more worrying things on his mind, he looked at the female medic from the Thirteenth Tribe.
"If its patients you wish to treat, I've got plenty. Where do you want to start?"
Dr Grey took a deep breath. "What type of cases have you got?"
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Battlestar Galactica, 45 minutes since the meeting ...
Tom Zarek steeled himself as he approached a small meeting room. At the moment, the larger conference room where a politically disastrous televised meeting had taken place was being cleaned. The delegates who had gotten wet during the meeting had retreated to their various rooms to change their clothes and lick their psychological wounds.
Zarek was denied such respite, he had already seen more than one marine give him very dark looks. In the end he may have had the tables turned on him by the Quorum but that didn't stop quite a few onlookers from realizing that he had instigated the whole diplomatic debacle.
It was days like this that he wished he wasn't a vice president.
He reached his destination and hesitated before knocking on the door. There was a long moment of silence before he heard a familiar voice.
"Enter."
Zarek opened the door and saw that there were two people in the room standing in-front of a large switched off flat screen monitor.
President Laura Roslin and her PA, Tory Foster.
Roslin stared at him for a moment. "Tory, please could you excuse us for a few minutes." The striking dark skinned colonial female looked at Roslin for a moment as if not believing what the president had just requested.
Laura Roslin looked at her PA and nodded wearily as if reassuring her that all was well. Even then Tory hesitated, then she sighed but before leaving she shot a venomous look at Zarek.
The vice president smiled back at Tory as he watched her leave.
"I think she hates me."
Roslin refused to rise to the bait, she cupped her chin as she studied the vice president. Zarek looked around and walked to a seat.
"I might as well have a seat since you don't wish to offer me one."
Roslin still kept quiet as she leaned against the table and looked down on him.
The silence grew until Zarek sighed. "So what is this? The silent treatment? I thought that in your position, you would be gloating. You won."
Laura had a puzzled frown on her face. "And what exactly did I win?"
Zarek raised his hands. "Isn't it obvious? The vote of no-confidence didn't go through so your position is safe...for now."
Roslin moved her head back as her eyes widened. "I find it amazing that you don't realize what you've done."
"Please, enlighten me," said Zarek casually.
Roslin sighed, looking more weary by the minute. "Have you actually watched the news since the meeting? Are you aware of the poll ratings."
Zarek was now getting irritated. "What of it ? Considering the damage control that I've had to put in place, I barely have enough time for such nonsensical matters such as news feed and..."
Roslin seemed to ignore his words as she used a slim remote to activate the large sized monitor built into the wall.
The first image was that of Playa Palacious, formerly of Picon Star Tribune, now a member of the Colonial Gang News Network ( CGNN). The famous female reporter was dressed casually and appeared to be in the middle of the Hellenia market which was located on board the Rising Star passenger liner.
"For those of you just tuning in; I have been speaking to various members of the public to assess their reactions to the meeting that just took place delegates from the Earth ship Xavier and the Quorum of Twelve.
As to be expected; many have wished to make their opinions known and most are clearly not reassured by the turn of events."
The blonde colonial reporter stopped by a thin scruffy looking man who was behind an old table which had a few odd objects for sale.
"This is Parien Thrain, one of the sellers in Hellenia market," Playa paused before asking him a question "sir, how do you feel about what happened on board the Galactica less than an hour ago?"
The man looked nervously at the camera before answering in a slightly shaky voice. "As ye said earlier, I'm kinda worried and I'm not the only one."
Playa nodded thoughtfully. "What worries you the most?"
"T...that the Xavier will leave because it looks like our leaders are trying to push them around."
The female reporter tilted her head. "Why do you say that?"
Parien took a deep breath. "It's plain to see miss, we all watched the meeting and right from the get go no respect was shown to the crew of the Xavier or even to the Oracle and that is the biggest mistake the Quorum ever did. The President and the Vice-president also didn't lift a finger to stop what was going on."
Playa frowned a little. "It may seem that way, but I want to take you back to what you said earlier. You mentioned the Oracle, who do you mean by that?"
Parien stared at Playa as if she had an extra head. "Surely you know who I'm talking about ! Dr Grey is the Oracle and may the Lords bless her soul. Lord Ares has sent her to us in our time of need and what do our leaders do? They insult her and her crew !"
"But it's been said that the Thirteenth Tribe know next to nothing of the Lords of Kobol so how can she be the Oracle?" asked Playa.
Parien gave her a long suffering look. "Ye have eyes and yet thee are blind when miracles happen. There are things in this universe that cannot be explained, so I'll leave it at that."
Playa stared at the man for a moment then seemed to realize that the discussion was at an end. "Well, that was interesting. Thanks again for your time Mr Thrain." She moved on to her next target who happened to be a slim iron-grey haired woman in faded colonial engineer overalls.
"Here we have Miss Steya Duren..."
"I've got a few things to say," interrupted the woman in a sharp tone. Playa was a bit taken aback by her attitude.
"Oh okay, that's why we're here..."
"The Quorum , the President and the Vice president are certainly not doing their job properly and I think it's time the military took over." Playa appeared very startled at the woman's words.
"Why?" asked the female reporter in a calm voice.
Steya raised an eyebrow. "You really need to ask? Were you not there when they all acted like a bunch of idiots?!" Some people who were listening nearby clapped and whistled in approval.
"I do shifts on the Galactica flight deck and have seen what the crew of the Xavier are capable of. They could have left our sorry arses to rot in Hades but they didn't despite how we first treated them, they were even working together with our senior colonial pilots and then the Quorum tries to frak things up just because they think this is the right time to grab power?!
We all know what the Quorum was playing at! That was an attempt at a bloodless coup but the one thing those cowardly politicians seem to forget is that there is no such thing as a bloodless coup! The common people will always bear the brunt of the shenanigans of politicians time and time again."
"And you feel the military in charge is a better option?" asked Playa in an incredulous tone.
Steya glared at her. "If you think otherwise; why don't you answer these three questions? Who pulled all of our collective arses from the nuked 12 colonies two years ago ? Who opposed us settling down on New Caprica ? Who was it again that had to rescue us from that hell-hole when the Cylons took over?!" The female engineer looked straight at the camera with steely hazel eyes.
"The answer to the three questions is very obvious.
It was the Colonial Military that saved us, it was the leadership of Admiral Adama that has helped us survive this long and there is nothing else anyone can say that will convince me otherwise." The cheers from the nearby listeners got louder.
Roslin switched the view-screen off and turned to face Zarek who was still staring at the monitor. There was silence for a few long moments before Roslin spoke.
"It gets even worse...our collective approval rating, since you're my vice president has fallen to 29 percent from 53 percent in the last 1 hour," the female president laughed softly "congratulations Zarek, not only did you betray me but you also managed to frak both yourself and the Quorum in the process. You deserve...some sort of an award for this."
Zarek rubbed his lower face a bit nervously. He hadn't watched the news since the meeting but this was worse than he expected.
"What? No words ? That is unexpected...from you," said Roslin.
Zarek glared at her. "What exactly do you want me to say ? I can see that you're pleased by the turn of events..."
Roslin's face darkened with anger. "Pleased?!" her tone was acidic as she interrupted him. "We both know how touchy the captain of the Xavier is about his crew being threatened. We were both present when Dr Grey levitated in the CIC before a basestar was obliterated in a way that no one can explain logically and yet you went and tried to use her and her team as pawns in a political game?!
You should be thankful that Captain Logan wasn't present because only the Gods know how he would have reacted when Riall decided to label a member of his crew and of Starfleet as an abomination during a live transmission!"
Zarek opened his mouth to speak then shut it. He knew he had made a dreadful mistake trusting the Quorum to back him up.
"What do we do now?" asked the male vice president slowly. Roslin was silent for a long moment.
"We have to try and regain the trust of the people," she sighed "which is going to be much easier said than done especially now that the people see the military as the saints in this entire mess."
"It's the perfect opportunity for Adama to take over, without a single shot being fired," said Zarek in a solemn tone.
"He won't do that," said Roslin. Zarek stared at her for a long moment.
"And just how sure are you about that?"
There was a knock at the door before Roslin could answer. Both turned to see Tory enter. She looked a bit worried.
"It's Admiral Adama, he's demanding to see both of you now."
Zarek shared a meaningful look with Roslin. "As I said, this is the perfect opportunity."
The president of the 12 colonies was silent for a long moment before turning back to her nervous looking P.A.
"Show him in."
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Medical bay, the Galactica...
Oma tried to act calm as she made note of what other medical supplies the colonial fleet needed. The reason for her discomfort was the stares she was getting from the patients who entered the small cubicle.
Dr Grey had suggested treating some of the patients for minor injuries; however the only place the colonials could find for her was a small area which was cordoned off by hanging threadbare blankets which barely gave any privacy to the patients being seen.
Oma knew the doctor had wanted to protest due to the appalling conditions but the female medic just compressed her lips and got on with it while nearby patients and staff tried to observe until Dr Cottle glared at them.
But they returned to staring when the elderly colonial doctor moved away to attend one of the many major cases in the medical bay.
Laura silently stayed beside Oma and watched every patient who approached the female medic while the Starfleet ensign took note of which medical supplies were being used the most.
Meanwhile Rogers and Helo were purposely hanging just beyond the curtains, probably in case someone did something stupid.
"Arghh," the cry of the young man who approached Dr Grey made Oma look up from her list. Instantly she realized the man's right shoulder looked odd.
"Hello; how can we help?" asked Dr Grey politely.
The man stared at Oma for a long moment then turned to Dr Grey when the female medic coughed loudly. His face went a bit red.
"I'm...I'm Devon Alan. I think I've dislocated my shoulder again." He appeared to be in pain. Dr Grey frowned.
"Take a seat," she pointed at the examining couch nearby "how did it happen and how long ago?"
"About 15 minutes ago; I was repairing one of the electrical panels and my feet slipped as I was coming down. I think I landed quite badly on my right shoulder and I'm right handed."
Dr Grey helped him remove his shirt as gently as she could but he still winced. "How far did you fall?"
"About 2 to 3 feet, not far but high enough to knock it out of place."
Laura raised her head and her eyes narrowed as if she smelt something she didn't like; then she looked at Oma and shook her head slightly.
That was when the female Starfleet ensign realized the man was lying. But why ?
Oma quickly looked at Dr Grey who seemed to be concentrating on examining the right shoulder.
"I'm going to examine your shoulders, first the left to compare then your right one," the young man nodded. Dr Grey quickly examined the left undamaged shoulder then moved on to the right one. She attempted to straighten it very gently and the man winced in pain.
Then she used her medic-tricorder to scan the injury, Devon stared intently at the Starfleet medical equipment in her hand while she worked.
"You need something for the pain," she reached for the hypospray on a nearby table and the male patient tensed in apprehension. Jean looked at him.
"Don't worry, it's just to ease the pain," she waited for his hesitant nod before she gave him a hypo-shot; then before he knew it she reached for his right arm and pulled and twisted quickly. There was a look of shock on his face as those nearby heard an audible pop as she realigned the dislocated right shoulder.
Devon's was speechless for a few moments as he stared at his shoulder which no longer throbbed.
"You'll need to carry it in a sling for at least 2weeks and a second review by Dr Cottle or myself if I'm here," said Dr Grey as she quickly used a nearby bandage from a rapidly declining pile to make a sling "however, I have a few more questions."
"Yes Orac...I mean Dr Grey," stammered Devon.
"So tell me, how fast were you running when you deliberately ran into a metal door in order to dislocate your right shoulder?" asked Dr Grey with a glint in her eyes.
Devon's jaw dropped as he went very pale. Oma stopped what she was doing and joined Laura in glaring at him. The colonial licked his lips nervously as he struggled to find the words.
"How...how did you know...?"
"That is why you deliberately injured yourself didn't you?" interrupted Dr Grey "all because you wanted to find out exactly what I'm capable of."
Devon stood up slowly and backed away until he mistakenly bumped into a silent fuming Rogers who had quietly entered the cubicle. The colonial tried to look at the colonial pilot at the same time as he answered Dr Grey.
"I'm...I'm a reporter for the CGNN...that's the Colonial Gang's News Network. We all saw what happened at the meeting and people are asking questions and they...we deserve answers!" He had gotten a bit bold as he continued speaking. Laura tilted her head as she narrowed her eyes.
Dr Grey nodded silently. "And is that all ?"
Devon darted a quick look at Ensign Kadretti. "I also wanted to see the...alien who got Riall so upset. A lot of people listen to him."
Oma's face went blank as Jean bit her lower lip in irritation.
"I get that you're a reporter and you're concerned about finding out the truth. However did it ever occur to you that by unnecessarily causing yourself an injury in order to get close to us means depriving someone of medical attention that they really need?"
Devon stared at her and then his face flushed. "I..." his voice trailed off.
Jean wasn't done. "I just used one of the last slings we've got on you. We can get more but there is a person out there who will need it more," she folded her arms and waited for the reporter to speak.
The man before her appeared even more embarrassed. "You still didn't tell me how you knew I dislocated my shoulder on purpose."
Rogers stared a stunned look with Oma; despite being caught the reporter was still looking for answers.
"I'm a medic Mr Alan and my tricorder also shows that you're quite prone to recurrent right shoulder anterior dislocation. All that is needed is moderate force such as running full tilt at a metal door or wall. Now that I have answered your question, I suggest you exit immediately so that we can see the growing line of people outside."
Devon opened his mouth to speak but something in Jean's face had him making a hasty retreat.
Laura looked at the ceiling and sighed before turning to Rogers. "You didn't pick up those vibes from that creep ?" The colonial ensign closed his eyes briefly before rubbing his forehead wearily.
"I apologize for not stopping him...I thought something was wrong about him but I...I felt preventing him from entering would be worse. I can't explain it!"
Oma unconsciously moved closer to him, she touched his right shoulder briefly. His expression of exasperation eased a bit.
"Maybe it was your precognitive abilities trying to tell you something."
Laura frowned but Jean nodded. "Oma is right and Rogers you did the right thing letting him. I'm hoping this little chat I had with him will prevent anyone else from doing something similar."
There was a disbelieving groan from Laura. "Oh really? He's a reporter Jean, of course he or another idiot like him is going to do this again!"
Before Jean could say a word, Helo popped into the cubicle.
"Is everything alright?"
"Yes it is Captain," said Jean reassuringly "how is it out there?"
The colonial officer grimaced. "It's getting pretty busy and I agree with Laura. I think some people in that queue don't really need to be seen, they just want to satisfy their curiosity."
"See, I told ya," pointed out Laura.
"That's not all," continued Helo "I just got word from the CAG that President Roslin and the Admiral are coming down to the medical bay."
Laura stared at Helo then smiled wickedly. "Oh this is going to be good."
"I don't think that's such a good idea," disagreed Oma, everyone looked at her "from what I have seen on your news broadcast, a lot of people are upset with her right now and your medical bay is pretty crowded. Her showing up now may make things worse."
"Things will get worse if she takes any longer in apologizing for what happened at that meeting," added Roger grimly "so it's best she gets it out of the way as soon as possible."
"Can't we change the location of this meeting to the CIC or somewhere else less crowded?" asked Jean with a slight frown on her face.
Helo was already shaking his head in a resigned manner "I'm afraid not. They will be here in less than 5 minutes."
Only Laura seemed upbeat about the arrival of the colonial president. "Cheer up folks, what's the worst that could happen ?" Oma tried not to glare at the grinning female teenager who seemed quite eager for a disaster to occur.
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The Xavier, the bridge...
Q Junior glanced at Logan. It was only both of them on the bridge. Anders, Kara, Sharon and Hera had left together when the baby started wailing. Probably it was time for her meal or nappy change but the small group of colonials had only been too happy to leave.
Their hasty departure may have been due to the dark expression on Logan's face as he listened to and watched the transmissions from the Colonial Gang News Network.
The male mutant had a scowl on his face and appeared to be on edge. The young Q knew the captain would only relax when the away team was back on board. At the moment; the only thing they could do was monitor their transmissions and the colonial news-feed.
And the newsfeed had not been reassuring in the least. It was obvious that the colonial civilians were very concerned about what was going on however Q was more worried that the ire of the refugees may turn on the crew of the Xavier.
At the moment; the Quorum, the president and the vice president were in the cross-hairs of their electorate but that could change at any time.
Already several people who had been interviewed by the Colonial Gang had expressed distrust about the 'aliens' who governed Earth and the humans of the Federation who allowed non-humans to have that much power.
No one was calling for Oma to be spaced yet but Q didn't think it was far from that, he could still recall vividly how badly hurt Laura had been when Saul Tigh tried to kill her and the young Q on board the Galactica a few days ago.
Q forced his hand to relax before he broke the e-padd he was holding.
"You alright son?" asked Logan suddenly. The hologram tried to smile then sighed.
"Sure, just a bit concerned about how we're going to maintain the peace for the next three to four months. It's only been less than a week and already there's almost been a religious riot because of one idiot on the Quorum."
Logan appeared a bit surprised at Q Junior's answer. "I know how you feel, I bet you didn't expect it to get this complicated when you started this...intervention."
Q Junior nodded wearily. "Complicated is a mild way of describing the current situation and I have a feeling it's going to get worse."
"Oh yeah," said Logan drily "it's definitely going to get worse, the only thing we can do is prepare for it."
Q Junior swivelled his chair round. "And how do we prepare for...things getting worse ? I hate to admit it but some members of the Quorum are right! It's going to take a significant amount of time to replicate enough supplies for everyone and even then those that need it the most may not get it in time!"
Logan's eyes narrowed. "You're really upset about this whole thing aren't you?"
Q Junior threw his hands up. "It's just that...it seems so hard to help the colonials at times. We saved them more than once and yet they barely trust us and because one of us looks different they are ready to start a witch-hunt!"
Logan stared at Q Junior for a long moment before answering carefully. "I'm afraid that's human nature for you Q. We hate ourselves so find it extremely easy hating our fellow human beings...then add in someone who is different, be they mutant or non-human and then it's even easier to turn that hate on someone who is entirely different...even if they come in peace." Logan looked at his hands seeming to see the adamantium blades that lay beneath the skin.
"I always thought the human race would destroy itself one day, so imagine my surprise when you told me about the Federation and the fact that they accept everyone, human, non-human, mutant etc. I still find it very hard to believe and meeting Ensign Kadretti has given me a bit of hope," Logan tuned to the view-screen showing the colonial fleet " then I see them and smell their fear whenever I walk into a room and realise that these human beings are yet to be enlightened like the Federation. The colonials are like the Earth of Old, the Strykers, the Purifiers and the Mutant Hate groups."
Logan looked at Q Junior. "Maybe that's why you picked us, because these are the kind of people that we're used to dealing with. You've done a good job Q Junior, just keep your chin up and I'm sure we'll make it through."
The young Q was staring at him with a slack jaw. "Who are you and what have you done with Captain Logan?"
"What ?" asked Logan in annoyance.
"I'm sorry but that was the most eloquent and poetic thing I ever expected to hear from you."
"And if you tell anyone about it, I'll take your head off," added Logan with a growl.
Q Junior grinned cheekily at him. "Aye, aye captain."
Logan just glared at him and decided to change the topic. "What's happening with Six and Baltar?"
The young Q turned back to his console and pressed a few symbols and the view-screen changed to show the current location of the two 'guests'.
"Still in the holodeck by the looks of it and also appearing to take a break."
Logan's expression changed to a thoughtful one; Six and Baltar were sitting on a large rock eating fruit and talking animatedly while watching a herd of herbivorous pre-historic creatures graze nearby."
"They don't look bored yet," said Logan in an accusing tone.
Q Junior shrugged. "They have only been in there for an hour and 58 minutes. Give them some more time besides they have barely scratched the surface of Earth's history and Xavier is keeping an eye on them."
Logan was silent for a long moment. "Lieutenant Thrace is going to want to see this program."
Q Junior looked at Logan. "She'll also want a copy for her superiors." Logan was already shaking his head.
"She and the others can participate but we're not giving them Starfleet holovid tech."
"Yes captain," agreed Q Junior politely.
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Ten-forward...
Kara wrapped her arms around her as she paced in the spacious mess-hall.
Too many worrying thoughts plagued her.
What the frak had the Quorum been thinking when they attacked Dr Grey and her team like that? Why in Hades had Roslin and Zarek let that debacle occur in front of the entire refugee fleet ?
Kara was very concerned, she had seen the look of dark thunder on Logan's face. Clearly the captain of the Xavier was not amused by the turn of events.
The only reassuring factor was that Dr Grey was still on the Galactica and the female medic's team was safe. Kara tried to suppress a shudder as she recalled how easily and calmly Laura had sliced centurions to shreds with her attached hand blades before she turned on flesh and blood cylons who got too close.
The idiots on the Quorum had no idea who they were dealing with but the president of the 12 colonies did which made no sense at all.
A child's laugh made Kara halt pacing, she glanced sideways as Hera squealed happily. The cylon-human hybrid was currently in Anders' arms and was trying to pull his hair as he made faces at her.
Kara felt her heart soften a bit towards her husband; she was still mad at him but she was smart enough to know that now was not the time to quarrel. They had far bigger problems to worry about.
"A credit for your thoughts," Kara tuned to face Sharon who had a glass of water in her hands.
The blonde female pilot snorted. "More like a bullion for all of them. I'm just wondering what we did to deserve such a group of frakking idiots!"
"The Quorum," it wasn't exactly a question.
Kara grimaced. "Who else? Did none of them think before they decided to go after Dr Grey and her team ? Have they all lost what little common sense they had in the first place?"
Sharon sipped her water, she didn't have fond memories of the Quorum. Afterall they had called for her execution by spacing and especially when they found out she was pregnant. The female cylon kept her eyes on her beautiful baby girl as she answered.
"Power corrupts everyone Kara, be they human or cylon. They thought they saw a chance in overthrowing Roslin and Zarek and they took it because of their selfishness. I'm not saying the president and the vice-president are saints but they are better than nothing and...I prefer them to the Quorum."
Kara stared at her in surprise as Sharon continued.
"Roslin at least knows what the crew of this ship is capable of and she also knows that a rescue fleet from Earth is on the way and from the vids we have seen; their crews are more diverse than the small crew on the Xavier.
If the Quorum is upset now because of Oma who is mostly human, imagine how they would react when they see and meet the blue skinned andorian Lieutenant Commander Shran or the red-skinned black winged female captain Brenia E'Kalez ?"
Kara whistled. "I'm impressed, you actually know their names and ranks."
Sharon narrowed her eyes. "Don't act as if you don't as well."
Kara sighed. "Yeah I do, you're right. The Quorum will shit bricks when they meet the crew of the USS Dunkirk and USS Prometheus...not to mention the klingons of the IKS Y'tem. Gods; it's going to be a disaster."
"What are you two talking about?" Both women turned to watch Anders walk up to them. Hera was now quiet and seemed to be falling asleep. It was amazing how babies went from being all wide-eyed and active to sleepy once they had fed and played a lot.
Ander's voice and attitude was tentative as he approached his wife, as if he was apprehensive about her response. Kara stared at him for a moment then answered.
"The topic of the century which is the collective stupidity of the Quorum of Twelve."
Sharon and Anders shared a look. "That's one way of putting it," stated Anders as he gently rocked the sleepy baby in his arms.
"However another thing that has been bothering me is what Baltar and Six are up to at the moment," continued the male pilot. Kara felt slightly guilty and annoyed at hearing the names of two people-most-deserving-of –execution by–firing-squad.
"Like what exactly did Q give them to watch?" contributed Sharon , then she looked up at the ceiling "Xavier, can you tell us?"
Kara wasn't really expecting a positive answer but was stunned when the A.I replied.
"Yes; Dr Baltar and Caprica Six are learning about Earth's past, about the life that existed on it 200 million years ago."
Words failed Kara as she tried to process how long ago that was. Had humans existed back then on Earth ? Kara had been there when Logan and the Oma informed the colonials that Earth was the birthplace of humans but in Kara's heart she refused to believe that heresy.
Somehow hearing the same words from an A.I made her feel a bit ill.
There was a thoughtful frown on Sharon's face as she kept looking up at the ceiling. "Xavier, are we permitted to see this...history?"
The A.I responded with a query. "Do you wish me to relay your request to the captain?" Sharon hesitated before answering.
"Thanks for offering but I think it would be better if the request came from us...that is in person."
"As you wish." Sharon looked sharply at the ceiling , for a brief moment she had a strange feeling that the A.I had been testing her and that it sounded pleased because she had passed.
"We might as well ask Captain Logan now," said Kara who was oblivious to Sharon's thoughts " and also we can find out what's going on the Galactica, I bet he and Q have been monitoring Dr Grey and her team very closely."
"Considering what's just happened, can you blame him?" said Anders solemnly.
No one had a worthy response for his question.
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Battlestar Galactica, en-route to the medical bay...
Roslin tried to walk calmly as she approached the medical bay with the Admiral beside her. This was one of the hardest walks she had ever done, they passed people on the corridors who fell silent as their small procession approached.
She didn't have to look at their faces to see anger, disgust and disappointment. Somehow , she felt the presence of the Admiral and the four marines guards acting as an escort prevented some from hurling abuse or objects at her.
Always, in times of trouble, the hand that rules is blamed for every misfortune that falls on the people. And by Zeus , had the colonials had troubles by the shipload and the stunt the Quorum had pulled was going to have repercussions far down the line. She didn't even what to think how shocked the Starfleet would be when they saw that disastrous meeting.
And Roslin was sure that most of the delegates were still blind to what was at stake. She glanced at the silent grim looking Admiral Adama.
A few minutes ago, Admiral Adama had bluntly told her and Zarek that the collective mood of the fleet was in a very dark place and had the potential to get worse if the alliance was not salvaged quickly. He had not waited for them to respond before telling them what had to be done.
One, a private apology to Dr Grey and her team, preferably delivered by only Roslin while Zarek stayed out of sight.
Two, a news conference with hopefully Dr Grey present, to be held tomorrow. So that the entire fleet would 'see' that the alliance was strong.
Both president and vice president stared at the Admiral, it didn't take a genius to see that he was beyond livid at what had happened on his ship. He hadn't even brought up the fact that the news team had broadcast the meeting live without his permission. Adama didn't need to say anything, the dark light of anger in his eyes was more than enough to tell them how he felt.
To Roslin's surprise, Zarek had agreed to the suggestions. It seemed that the ex-con knew when to cut his losses.
Roslin's mind returned to the present as their small group entered the medical bay. Once again, people turned and stared even as they were being treated.
At the moment, there was a long line of people in-front of one of the make-shift cubicles which had the CAG, Captain Helo and Ensign Roger's standing outside.
At the Admiral's nod, his son approached him.
"Sir, she's with a patient at the moment," Lee glanced at the president of the 12 colonies "however she will see the president once she's done."
Roslin tried not to feel hurt at the coolness in Lee's eyes. He was also upset and frankly she didn't blame him. Part of her blamed herself for allowing things to get to this point. But she was so tired, in fact they all were.
Running for two years and living on the edge of starvation would do that to anyone.
Roslin forced herself to concentrate when an elderly woman emerged from the cubicle, she was being supported by a young thin girl. As the two passed the president, she heard the old woman mutter repeatedly as if like a prayer.
"Gods bless the Oracle, she is everything we hoped for."
The president couldn't help but notice a flicker of emotion pass on both the faces of the Admiral and the CAG. It was somewhat reassuring that they were also concerned about this 'Oracle' business.
Dr Grey soon emerged from the cubicle, followed closely by Ensign Kadretti and the female teenage cadet, Laura Kinney. Dr Grey had a professional smile on her face, while Kadretti had a neutral expression but Laura's eyes had a mocking light in them.
Roslin had to admit that of the three females before her, Laura who was also her name-sake scared her the most. Cadet Kinney's smile widened as if...she could sense the female president's fear.
"President Roslin, how can I help you today?" asked Dr Grey calmly and politely while ignoring the stares from those nearer to them.
Roslin nodded. "We thank you for your assistance, however we need to talk."
"Dr Cottle's office is free," contributed Lee quietly.
Roslin looked at the CAG. "That would be sufficient."
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Roslin fervently hoped that Dr Grey would order Ensign Kadretti and Cadet Kinney to wait outside the office, but to her dismay; the female medic did no such thing.
Fortunately Captain Agathon and Ensign Rogers were smart enough to realize the tiny office wouldn't hold them all.
The colonial president looked around the room before gathering up her courage to do what had to be done.
"Dr Grey, Ensign Kadretti and Cadet Kinney," the female teenager's eyes narrowed when Laura mentioned her name "on behalf of the colonial government, I apologize for the what happened during the publicised meeting." She paused but Dr Grey kept silent with a neutral expression on her face.
"I'll endeavour to make sure that it doesn't happen again."
A muscle flicked in Lee Adama's face at her words, apparently he didn't feel she had that much control.
Dr Grey nodded slowly. "We accept your apology and will try to help you the best way we can," the female medic paused briefly "we are ready to offer medical treatment to as many people as we can, no matter who they are." Jean said this last bit while staring at Roslin directly.
Lee shared a quick worried glance with Admiral Adama.
Was she offering what they thought she could be offering?
Roslin stared at Dr Grey for several moments.
"I thank you for your offer and I'm certain that many colonials will appreciate your medical expertise," she paused for a moment "however, I'm in no need of assistance."
Lee couldn't help but stare at the female president in shock. Half the fleet knew she was ill and there were even bets going on how long she would last. The fact that she had survived this long was nothing short of a miracle.
And yet she was refusing treatment from the Thirteenth Tribe?!
Lee was still concerned about the supplies they were going to get from the tiny ship, but deep down he realized that despite his paranoia, the crew of the Xavier had already done a lot for the refugee fleet.
A sad look appeared on Jean's face as she sighed. "I understand..."
"I don't" interrupted a feminine voice sharply. Everyone turned to face Laura Kinney. She was looking at Roslin with a thoughtful expression on her face.
"Laura, maybe we should..." started Dr Grey in a calm tone.
"You're sick," continued Laura as she stared at Roslin, then she looked around " you all know she's very sick and could possibly die soon..." The female president appeared shocked at her words.
Jean's face hardened. "That's enough young lady..."
"It needs to be said,"argued Laura "if she dies, Vice President Zarek becomes president. Remember him? The guy who stood by silently while he let a certain XO space Q Junior and I?"
Dr Grey opened her mouth to scold her when Roslin raised her hand.
"Please," something about this child scared and intrigued her " let her speak."
Admiral Adama was stunned but felt it was better to say nothing, he was so relieved Saul was currently in the CIC because it appeared that Laura Kinney still bore a grudge for what happened in the air lock. Adama caught sight of Ensign Kadretti and her expression was one of profound embarrassment.
"Is Zarek the kind of person you want in charge? You all saw what happened today and it was obvious from the get-go that he was in the driving seat for that train-wreck" demanded Laura as she directed her words at Roslin, the Admiral and the silent CAG "he was ready to sacrifice an alliance plus spread panic among his own people just to grab power.
If that's the kind of person you wish to become president then I bet you things will get a lot worse. That's all I have to say." She leaned back and crossed her arms waiting for the verbal barrage to come.
There was silence for several moments, then Roslin cleared her throat.
"You're very...perceptive for one so young, I have one question.
How did you know I was...unwell?"
Laura Kinney tilted her head as she answered in a causal tone. "I can smell it."
Roslin stared at her in disbelief. A part of her wondered if the ability to 'smell' her cancer was due to Laura's mutant ability but she was too scared to say the words out loud.
"I see," was all she managed to utter. The female teenage mutant before her regarded her with narrowed eyes as if she hadn't expected that simplistic answer.
"President Roslin," everyone turned to Dr Grey " I apologize for Cadet Kinney's attitude," the female medic openly glared the cadet who suddenly decided the floor was more interesting to study.
"I assure you that it won't happen again."
Roslin smiled sadly. "Dr Grey, I know this may come as a surprise to you, but there are times when I welcome honest opinions, no matter how shocking they may be."
Laura glanced up with a puzzled frown on her face.
Dr Grey hurryingly spoke as if worried that the female teen was going to respond. "Be that as it may, we still need to decide how we will proceed from this point."
The president of the remnants of the 12 Colonies of Kobol nodded.
"I'm open to plausible suggestions."
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Laura wisely kept quiet as Dr Grey , President Roslin and Admiral Adama agreed on a press conference in 24hrs as well as a possible private meeting with the Quorum.
The female teen tried not to fidget as she waited impatiently for them to round up. She knew she was in hot water from the angry looks Dr Grey gave her.
Being treated as less than human by Colonel Stryker and his goons had hardened Laura and made her having nothing but despite for any sort of authority. Though she was barely fourteen years old, she was aware of the hypocrisy of leaders throughout the ages who had also stated ' the ends' justify the means.
Even if that meant turning a child from the time she was born into a remorseless killing machine all in the name of 'national security' which of course was a lie. Laura had been hired out to powerful figures in various governments around in the world and even factions in the USA to eliminate their rivals.
That was a past she would never erase or forget to her hidden dismay.
But things were different now and she had unconsciously made a vow not to be used as a pawn by anyone ever again.
And that was what Zarek had tried to do with Dr Grey, Ensign Kadretti and her. She had wanted to jump across the table and rip his throat out, then she began to add the names of the delegates of the Quorum to her kill list because of the same old façade of stating the 'ends' justify the 'means'.
Another thing that was different this time was that she now had a voice, and people she trusted a bit listened. Maybe she should have waited until they got back to the Xavier but she lost her patience when Roslin refused the treatment Dr Grey kindly offered. Laura didn't care if the female president had valid reasons for doing so but it was the pointless political intrigue which was pissing her off.
Laura's thoughts rapidly returned to the present when Dr Grey informed the Admiral that she was returning to the Xavier.
Dr Cottle chose that time to appear and state to Roger's embarrassment and relief that he had been given the 'all clear' and could go back to the Xavier with Captain Helo. Oma gave the male colonial ensign a puzzled look but Roger's refused to enlighten anyone as to what the grizzly old colonial medic was talking about. Soon after that Dr Grey and her team left with the CAG and four marines as an escort while the colonial president stayed behind to talk to Dr Cottle.
Probably getting something for the pain she's experiencing thought Laura idly as she walked behind Dr Grey on the way to the shuttle. The female teen mutant kept her eyes open and sure enough word soon spread that the medic of the Xavier was leaving. She noticed Dr Grey's back stiffen, apparently she wasn't comfortable with the near worshipful way the colonials regarded her.
Truth be told, it was quite creepy. And what the hell did they mean when they repeatedly called her 'the Oracle'?
After a walk which seemed to take forever to Laura, they were all strapped in and this time, Oma was the pilot and was soon smoothly manoeuvring the small Starfleet craft out of the Galactica flight bay as the CAG and his escort watched them leave.
Laura found herself fidgeting at the awkward silence in the shuttle, even Rogers and Helo were quiet as if they realized something was wrong but none of them were brave enough to ask what the problem was.
Dr Grey seemed to be in a very thoughtful mood, then she startled them all by speaking.
"Mr Agathon and Mr Rogers, I expect your day went well ?"
Both colonial males shared a nervous look at her calm enquiry.
"More or less," said Helo eventually.
Dr Grey turned round to stare at him with a raised eyebrow.
Rogers sighed. "I had a psych evaluation…because I told them about my predictions."
"Lemme guess, they thought you were nuts" said Laura before she could stop herself. Rogers visibly winced while Dr Grey sent a dark look in her corner, the female medic had definitely not forgotten her. Even Oma's turned her head slightly to stare at Laura for a moment in shock before looking back at the controls.
"Okay, okay, shutting up now," said Laura as she mimicked zipping her mouth.
"So yeah, they didn't believe me," finished Rogers wearily.
Dr Grey was still for a long moment. "I presume the evaluation was normal." Roger nodded silently.
The female medic chose her words with care. "It's going to get harder Mr Rogers, your people aren't used to what is different…as was seen today at the meeting.
However, the reactions are likely to be much worse when they finally realize that Earth has a lot of mutants."
Helo had a troubled look on his face. "Is there anyway that we can prepare for such a revelation ?"
Dr Grey shook her head slowly. "I'm afraid not, please do not take offense when I say this…but there is a collective mood of despair and anger at what has happened to the colonies and right now many people are looking for a scapegoat." She sighed deeply. "And I think the Xavier and it's crew will soon be the target of their anger before we meet up with Starfleet."
"They wouldn't…" started Helo then his voice trailed off as if he realized Dr Grey was right. These were the same people who tried to kill Sharon even when she was openly helping them.
"Then what will you do when that happens?" asked Ensign Rogers in a hushed whisper that was heard by everyone.
Dr Grey's answer was long in coming.
"I…I don't know and that worries me."
Rogers stared at the concern on Dr Grey's face and thought for a brief moment he saw a dark flame flash across her eyes. For one second he had thought he was looking at someone else other then Dr Grey.
And that left him absolutely terrified.
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Hi everyone, happy very late new year. So sorry this is late but lots of stressful things happening at the moment. Anyway, I just managed to complete this chapter , next one may take a while as I'm moving house and that takes a lot out of someone.
Sorry this one is a bit short, please read and enjoy.
