Jan. 24th, 2015 06:40 pm
presidentpythia: (tired in the light)
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She uses the brief respite after Tyrol leaves to rub her temples, trying to push away the headache. Even though Lee's taking more and more of the responsibilities of the office on his shoulders these days, there are still some things that she, herself, has to do.

Signing Boomer's transfer order -- or, to be realistic, her death warrant -- was one of them.

This is another.

There's a polite rap at her door from the Marine guard stationed outside, and she straightens in her seat and raises her voice, calling out,

"Send him in."

Date: 2015-01-25 01:53 am (UTC)
faithful_lt: (salute)
From: [personal profile] faithful_lt
He's nervous, but trying hard not to show it. How, how it is possible that he, a mere lieutenant from Aquaria, has an audience with the President of the Colonies --

-- well, then again, a lot of things are the norm these days that none of them had ever thought possible. He manages to stop the yammering of his thoughts with that much more practical observation, and steps inside.

"Madam President." Hoshi jerks crisply to attention and snaps the best salute he possibly can.

Date: 2015-01-25 02:00 am (UTC)
faithful_lt: (sideways slightly pensive)
From: [personal profile] faithful_lt
He doesn't wince. It's a reasonable question.

"Yes, ma'am. I am. Now."

Date: 2015-01-25 02:07 am (UTC)
faithful_lt: (honest)
From: [personal profile] faithful_lt
"No, ma'am. I know. But it's an unusual request."

He draws a quick, careful breath, and wills his voice not to shake.

"It's about Milliways."

It would have been a frak of a lot easier if Adama'd been the one to bring this request, but that avenue's closed, Hoshi knows. Admiral Adama had recognized the name, at least, and had even acknowledged that he'd been there in the past, but had also informed Hoshi that he wasn't able to reach it himself any longer.

Which leaves the matter up to him.

"Are you - able to go there, still?"

Date: 2015-01-25 02:19 am (UTC)
faithful_lt: (what?)
From: [personal profile] faithful_lt
He startles, visibly.

"... er, yes, ma'am; I guess it is. In a way."

He knows it's not wise, but the question rises to his lips all the same.

"You received it, then?" Belatedly, he realizes how that might sound, and stumbles over his own words to add,

"I mean - no disrespect meant, Madam President, of course you did, I just--"

Date: 2015-01-25 02:25 am (UTC)
faithful_lt: (head cocked and listening)
From: [personal profile] faithful_lt
Hoshi takes that in.

"Oh."

Date: 2015-01-25 02:29 am (UTC)
faithful_lt: (head cocked and listening)
From: [personal profile] faithful_lt
He shakes his head.

"No, Madam President. I'm not. I'm sure you had a good reason."

Date: 2015-01-25 02:33 am (UTC)
faithful_lt: (sideways slightly pensive)
From: [personal profile] faithful_lt
"Yes, ma'am."

He hesitates for a second.

"Do you -- Madam President, do you remember when the food supplies were contaminated? And we were trying to make the passage to the other side of that star cluster?"

Date: 2015-01-25 02:44 am (UTC)
faithful_lt: (honest)
From: [personal profile] faithful_lt
"It was when - you were making a report. Over the all-Fleet channel."

He'd been running communications at the time, trying as hard as he godsdamned could to keep all the ships in contact with each other despite the constant crackle of radiation eating away at the signal, trying to dissolve the frail links between them all.

"...here we are, dwindling away out in space...
...It's very hard. For you all to keep... your strength and your determination, but your fates are no longer determined by what you do..."


"You said something then that I've never forgotten."

"...and the truth is that all we have left here is our belief in each other. All we have left is each other's trust."


"You reminded us all how important it was that we trust each other."

"...and so I'm asking you please, never let it go."


He meets her eyes.

"So yes, I'm sure. You had a reason."

Date: 2015-01-25 02:56 am (UTC)
faithful_lt: (honest)
From: [personal profile] faithful_lt
And here it is: do it now or do it never, and either way there's no turning back.

"You know that Galactica's in very bad shape," Hoshi says. "She's got only a few jumps left in her at most."

A beat, as he flattens his hands out against his legs, just above his knees, unconsciously bracing himself.

"I wanted to ask if there was something we could do. With Milliways. Somehow. To ... to make another passage, or something like it. To -- I don't know where. To one of the other Earths, maybe."

Date: 2015-01-25 02:59 am (UTC)
faithful_lt: (head cocked and listening)
From: [personal profile] faithful_lt
The breath he hadn't realized he was holding rushes out of him in a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, Madam President. Thank you."

Date: 2015-01-25 03:04 am (UTC)
faithful_lt: (what?)
From: [personal profile] faithful_lt
Hoshi hastily gets to his feet and hurries to join her.

"Go? You mean -- right now, Madam President?"

Date: 2015-01-25 03:07 am (UTC)
faithful_lt: (sideways slightly pensive)
From: [personal profile] faithful_lt
Oh, gods. It looks as though he isn't going to have the chance to warn Felix about this, and if --

Hoshi spares a second to raise a silent plea for help to all the gods, then swallows hard and nods.

"No, Madam President. There's no reason to wait."

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