The survival of the Battlestar Galactica-of Adama and his crew-was not the biggest surprise I received that day.
That Secretary of Education, Laura Roslin, had also survived-and was now the President of the Colonies-hit me as a much bigger shock.
It wasn’t that I hadn’t expected some semblance of Colonial government to survive the attacks-we still followed Colonial regs on the Pegasus-it was that I hadn’t expected it to have a face, and certainly not the face of Laura Roslin.
Adar was a good president. Reasonably competent, self-interested enough to know-and play-his motivations. Adar was entirely nonthreatening.
Roslin was another matter entirely. When someone like her-so far down the ladder of power, gets immediately elevated to the top rung-it can be dangerous. I’d seen it in battle when a senior officer is killed and the junior officer finds himself in charge.
The sense of destiny-of entitlement-takes hold. And someone in that position, purpose-driven and inexperienced-can be a dangerous, even lethal, leader. For there’s nothing to stop them, and no wisdom to hold them in check. Laura Roslin was the biggest threat I had.
Muse: Admiral Helena Cain
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Word Count 196