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My Gods, I don't even know where to begin.
My name is Laura Roslin, and I am the President of the 12 Colonies. Which none of you - not a single one of you - know about. So, where do I even start?
First off - I am from the planet Caprica. Originally. And I was born in the year 7230. You read correctly. So I am in the past. Somehow, I've ended up in 2007; 5,223 years away from where I am supposed to be.
On Earth, no less. A planet that until 3 years ago was a myth to the human race, and a planet that I have been looking for for just as long. But, I'm getting too far ahead of myself.
On Caprica, I was the Secretary of Education. A Battlestar was being decommissioned and as a favor to President Adar, I agreed to be the presidential representation on board the Galactica. That same day, I learned that my breast cancer had spread beyond reproach. I was dying, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I accepted that, I think, and continued on with my duties.
This is where things get confusing. Well, more confusing. Years ago, (or years..ahead?) the humans created something called a Cylon. It was convenient then. We created something that we thought we could control. Little did we know, that the Cylons were highly intelligent and capable of breaching our control. They evolved and rebelled eventually and we were at war. And then, for 40 years, we heard nothing. The Cylons, we thought, were just a bad memory. Little did we know, the Cylons now looked like humans. There were, and still are, many copies. And three years ago, they declared war again by wiping out all but 45,000 humans. Those of us lucky to survive out of all 12 colonies only did so because we were in space, on vacations, traveling between the planets, or like most, on board the Galactica.
We realized quickly that our only hope of finding refuge would be finding a planet long thought of as a myth. That planet was Earth. According to the ancient scrolls, I was to be the prophet to lead the human race to salvation. My cancer was cured, and for a while, things seemed to be working in our favor. We found a planet - not Earth - but decisions were made and we tried to put down roots, naming the planet 'New Caprica'. The Cylons weren't heard from for a year. And then, as if we hadn't learned our lesson, while our guards were down the Cylons attacked and enslaved most of us.
Just recently we've been able to take up residence on the Battlestar Galactica once more. I decided to go on a recon mission with one of our best pilots - Kara Thrace two months ago. I don't know what happened, I don't know where I ended up, but when I woke up, I was in a hospital. In the year 2007. On the planet Earth. I am quite obviously, not the President here. I have no family, no friends, no currency. I'm an excellent talker, so I managed to find a job as a librarian, and I have a small (very small) apartment in a town called...New York. Is that how it goes? My teaching degree, which I don't even have possession of, is not valid. I don't know this government although it seems almost the same. Earth is real. And if it's the year 2007, that can only mean that the Cylons don't exist. The technology for them just...does not exist from what I can tell. And of course all of this means that if I could somehow contact Adama, he could lead the people to freedom. We could finally be safe. Although how would a population of now a bit over 41,000 suddenly integrate?
Somehow, I need to get back to Galactica. But there's no one here who can help me - of that I'm sure. I'm not even sure that there would be anyone who would believe me. As I listen to my own story and come to realize how behind the humans are here, it only sounds like fiction. However, it's very much true. And I do still believe that I am the saving grace to my people.
I was brought here for a reason.
Laura Roslin is from Battlestar Galactica. She is very, very much open for rp! Her player is the same person playing Catherine Willows
My name is Laura Roslin, and I am the President of the 12 Colonies. Which none of you - not a single one of you - know about. So, where do I even start?
First off - I am from the planet Caprica. Originally. And I was born in the year 7230. You read correctly. So I am in the past. Somehow, I've ended up in 2007; 5,223 years away from where I am supposed to be.
On Earth, no less. A planet that until 3 years ago was a myth to the human race, and a planet that I have been looking for for just as long. But, I'm getting too far ahead of myself.
On Caprica, I was the Secretary of Education. A Battlestar was being decommissioned and as a favor to President Adar, I agreed to be the presidential representation on board the Galactica. That same day, I learned that my breast cancer had spread beyond reproach. I was dying, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I accepted that, I think, and continued on with my duties.
This is where things get confusing. Well, more confusing. Years ago, (or years..ahead?) the humans created something called a Cylon. It was convenient then. We created something that we thought we could control. Little did we know, that the Cylons were highly intelligent and capable of breaching our control. They evolved and rebelled eventually and we were at war. And then, for 40 years, we heard nothing. The Cylons, we thought, were just a bad memory. Little did we know, the Cylons now looked like humans. There were, and still are, many copies. And three years ago, they declared war again by wiping out all but 45,000 humans. Those of us lucky to survive out of all 12 colonies only did so because we were in space, on vacations, traveling between the planets, or like most, on board the Galactica.
We realized quickly that our only hope of finding refuge would be finding a planet long thought of as a myth. That planet was Earth. According to the ancient scrolls, I was to be the prophet to lead the human race to salvation. My cancer was cured, and for a while, things seemed to be working in our favor. We found a planet - not Earth - but decisions were made and we tried to put down roots, naming the planet 'New Caprica'. The Cylons weren't heard from for a year. And then, as if we hadn't learned our lesson, while our guards were down the Cylons attacked and enslaved most of us.
Just recently we've been able to take up residence on the Battlestar Galactica once more. I decided to go on a recon mission with one of our best pilots - Kara Thrace two months ago. I don't know what happened, I don't know where I ended up, but when I woke up, I was in a hospital. In the year 2007. On the planet Earth. I am quite obviously, not the President here. I have no family, no friends, no currency. I'm an excellent talker, so I managed to find a job as a librarian, and I have a small (very small) apartment in a town called...New York. Is that how it goes? My teaching degree, which I don't even have possession of, is not valid. I don't know this government although it seems almost the same. Earth is real. And if it's the year 2007, that can only mean that the Cylons don't exist. The technology for them just...does not exist from what I can tell. And of course all of this means that if I could somehow contact Adama, he could lead the people to freedom. We could finally be safe. Although how would a population of now a bit over 41,000 suddenly integrate?
Somehow, I need to get back to Galactica. But there's no one here who can help me - of that I'm sure. I'm not even sure that there would be anyone who would believe me. As I listen to my own story and come to realize how behind the humans are here, it only sounds like fiction. However, it's very much true. And I do still believe that I am the saving grace to my people.
I was brought here for a reason.
Laura Roslin is from Battlestar Galactica. She is very, very much open for rp! Her player is the same person playing Catherine Willows