I'M SO SORRY FOR NOT WRITING IN A REALY LONG TIME BUT I'VE BEEN SO BUSY WITH SCHOOL AND EVERYTHING THAT I REALLY HAVEN'T HAD THAT MUCH TIME TO WRITE. I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS CHAPTER. IT'S COMPLETELY STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS FOR LAURA. IT WAS ACTUALLY REALLY AWESOME TO WRITE IN THE PERSPECTIVE OF SUCH AN AMAZING CHARACTER. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT! 3 3
Chapter 7:
It's been almost a year since Bill left for Galactica. A year since I lost the election. A year since I first set foot on the new planet. A year since I opened my new school where Maya and Hera were hiding. Gods, I can't believe it. I refuse to believe it. Has Galactica truly forgotten us? I can't believe that. It's too painful to believe… I wish they would come back and visit, just to check on how we're doing with supplies. We're running low on so many supplies, most especially medical supplies. Even Sam, Kara's husband, has pneumonia and Doc Coddell can't give him meds.
At least we're safe, for now. ^Explosion^
As soon as Laura wrote this, the Cylons jumped into the nebula, forcing both Pegasus and Galactica to jump out of the system. They vowed to return but they most certainly did not have the resources. They left to create an attack plan or some way to rescue all of the people on New Caprica. Several hours later she continued writing…
The Cylons have just invaded New Caprica. I have no idea what they want or why they're here. But a better question is How did they find us. I couldn't believe it. And what really bothers me is that this never would have happened if Baltar—oops, excuse me, PRESIDENT Baltar—hadn't ordered us to live on this gods forsaken planet that we now call New Caprica which was our home, but only ended up live Caprica. What special plan do the Gods have for us now? I don't know…
So what do we do now? Do we wait for Galactica's assistance (which I really would like) or do we allow the Cylons to take over and destroy our new home? I can't allow the cylons to take the child or any of our people. We've had to many atrocities in our short history as the last of the human race. We can't let any more horrors to happen. I've gotten too involved in the survival of humanity to just sit and watch it burn to the ground. I can't. Not anymore. It's time to let go of anything and everything and fight for necessity. For humanity. For survival… Goodbye, Bill. I hope you fare well in the oncoming battles we must fight.
It's been four months since the cylons first landed on this horrid planet. I only have one truly fond memory on this planet. When I open my school, I finally felt free and independent from all the struggles of being a politician. I felt like I was back to being myself once more. It felt so good. Then, seeing all the smiles on the children's faces as they came running into the school the day it opened. I remember teaching my first lesson on literature. Well, actually I don't really remember what I taught. I was in such a daze for that part of the day. It was just oh my gods… HA! I don't remember the first day of school. Isn't that a laugh? The children were so happy though and it just made me feel so good about myself. I was whole again…
Saul Tigh was just released from detention in the cylon prison. No one has heard from Starbuck since the cylons invaded. We have been trying to find ways to bring everyone out, but it's so hard. We haven't heard anything from any of the Battlestars in four months but supposedly there's one raptor that orbits the planet every twelve hours just in the hopes of getting some transmission from us. Unfortunately, all the radio waves are being jammed by the cylons always. Chief and Sam are trying to find ways of getting past that but have done so in vain. But we still march on into battle. Not all of us go in whole, and not all of us come out intact. Tigh lost an eye in detention. Scary to think about. We're all praying that we won't be going there to the jail cells. But it's so unsafe. Even people have turned against their own brothers and sisters by joining the New Caprica Police, run by the cylon. It just makes me sick to think that people would align themselves with those machines and work with them, just like Gaius Baltar. I think I'm going to puke if I think about this any further. Gods he's such a… A little asshole. OOPS Excuse my language… But he is really. You know sometimes I wish that he would stop screwing around with those whores and with Gaetta's head and pull it together. He is the President of what is left of the Colonies. If I ever become president again I swear to gods I'm going to kill that man. I just hope that all the men and women who are sacrificing their lives because of some Cylon lie find judgment and are put in their rightful place. It hurts to know that the people we have all tried to save are turning on their own kin and killing them. No one is safe now. No one.
One day suspect I will be captured and thrown into detention, possibly even executed but I am going to do as much as possible to help the people I have trusted all this time as one of the last remaining humans in the universe. They will all be exalted and upheld in my court when I have returned to the throne. Haha a throne indeed. The throne of Capital One is definitely special but the throne of presidency is much more important to all of me. The day I become president once more is going to be the day a new order of mankind will live.
Holy frak… After rereading that last paragraph I sound so tyrannical. That's not how a leader should be. I am going to diplomatic and live on terms of agreement with all of the Quarum and hear what everyone must say. I will listen to their grievances even though I may not want to for their opinion is much more important then mine for the necessary order in the fleet. I am calm. So calm…
I've been having issues with anxiety and minor, what I like to call, emotional numbness since arriving on New Caprica. I don't know what it is but something about this place makes me so nervous, but also unresponsive to others emotions. I'm fine around the children but around adults, I'm cold as ice. At least, that's what Tori has been telling me. She's been such a good friend to me. I trust her so much. She's like the daughter I never had because, well, I never got married or even stopped to think about having kids. I hope nothing bad happens to her…
Well it's getting late, the sun's setting and I'm running out of light to write with. I will write tomorrow.
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