Counting coup
No speedy icon this week since bsg_aussiegirl can't figure out time zones and aka_plynn is a beast.
For ar_drabbles challenege #18, things I can't do on colonial one
The meeting was not going well. Laura had a program worked out, Bill had all the figures. Between them they had answers to every question or argument. It was a good program, viable, a program which could standardize education for the fleet's children without costing too many of the fleet's scarce resources.
And it would never get approved.
The only man who could approve it, President Gaius frakking Baltar, was face down on his desk, drool leaking from the corner of his mouth, the scent of weed perfuming his snores.
"You should have let me steal the election," Laura whispered.
"Maybe."
Laura picked up a pillow from a nearby divan and walked over to Baltar. Bill rushed to her side.
"You can't do that."
"Why not? I don’t imagine it's all that different from airlocking a person, and I've done that."
"Look around you. This is Colonial One, The Office of the President. You may have no respect for Baltar, but you have to respect the office, the institution. You can't shed blood on Colonial One."
Laura sighed, pulled Balatar's head up by a few greasy locks, and slid the pillow under his cheek. "I hate it when you're right."
For ar_drabbles challenege #18, things I can't do on colonial one
The meeting was not going well. Laura had a program worked out, Bill had all the figures. Between them they had answers to every question or argument. It was a good program, viable, a program which could standardize education for the fleet's children without costing too many of the fleet's scarce resources.
And it would never get approved.
The only man who could approve it, President Gaius frakking Baltar, was face down on his desk, drool leaking from the corner of his mouth, the scent of weed perfuming his snores.
"You should have let me steal the election," Laura whispered.
"Maybe."
Laura picked up a pillow from a nearby divan and walked over to Baltar. Bill rushed to her side.
"You can't do that."
"Why not? I don’t imagine it's all that different from airlocking a person, and I've done that."
"Look around you. This is Colonial One, The Office of the President. You may have no respect for Baltar, but you have to respect the office, the institution. You can't shed blood on Colonial One."
Laura sighed, pulled Balatar's head up by a few greasy locks, and slid the pillow under his cheek. "I hate it when you're right."