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realmof_themuse] 2009.23.3.D - Parliament
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arrow_of_apollo2009.23.3.D - Parliament
OOC: Canon during 4x03, "The Ties That Bind"
They were all staring at me. Lee Adama, no longer Captain or Major or Commander Lee Adama, but just citizen Lee Adama of the Colonies. Although, when you think about it, that's a pretty strange thing for a person to consider themselves these days, a citizen of the Twelve Colonies, since there aren't any to speak of. But as a citizen, at least legally, of Caprica, I was eligible to be sitting down at that table with all those other people staring at me.
"As a first order of business," said Zarek, using that bright and cheery tone of voice that had always sounded so good when he made smug soundbytes for the wireless, pretending that he had nothing to do with any wrongdoing but that always rang so false for me in person, "the Chair would like to recognize and welcome Delegate Lee Adama, newly-appointed representative to this Quorum from the Colony of Caprica."
A smattering of polite applause. As I nodded sheepishly, I looked around the table. It was something, I guessed, that at least a few of the people putting their hands together seemed genuine about it. I already had a rough idea as far as which of these people were looking at me as a potential and very powerful ally, someone who could finally bring the military under the direct control of the Quorum.
And I knew who looked at me as my father's stooge, placed on Colonial One to do the exact opposite and solidify Admiral Adama's quiet and subtle coup of the civilian government.
"Thank you, Mr. Vice President, Madam President, honored Council members." The microphone in front of me crackled discordantly for a second, forcing me to lean back a little. Great first impression, I thought to myself. "First, I would very much like to thank Vice President Zarek for nominating me for this position. I am very proud to have this opportunity to continue my service to the people of the Twelve Colonies and all the human race in this new fashion. I would also like to thank President Roslin for her continued support and well-wishes... and also for not holding a grudge."
A few polite chuckles, one or two actual laughs followed my joke. I was hoping it would do about that well. Even Laura cracked a bit of a smile, and that was enough.
"I promise to you and to my constituents that I will endeavor to continue after the fine example set by the late Delegate Cowan, and to bring to the table all the experience I can muster and fervor that the human race deserves."
I leaned back after that, and got another second or two of polite applause. I'd done it, dipped in my toe without making too big a splash. Careful stepping like that was going to be the order of the day, every day from now on, I knew. But I couldn't not help people, couldn't stay out of things completely. Maybe I was asking for it.
No, I was definitely asking for it.
(511)
OOC: Canon during 4x03, "The Ties That Bind"
They were all staring at me. Lee Adama, no longer Captain or Major or Commander Lee Adama, but just citizen Lee Adama of the Colonies. Although, when you think about it, that's a pretty strange thing for a person to consider themselves these days, a citizen of the Twelve Colonies, since there aren't any to speak of. But as a citizen, at least legally, of Caprica, I was eligible to be sitting down at that table with all those other people staring at me.
"As a first order of business," said Zarek, using that bright and cheery tone of voice that had always sounded so good when he made smug soundbytes for the wireless, pretending that he had nothing to do with any wrongdoing but that always rang so false for me in person, "the Chair would like to recognize and welcome Delegate Lee Adama, newly-appointed representative to this Quorum from the Colony of Caprica."
A smattering of polite applause. As I nodded sheepishly, I looked around the table. It was something, I guessed, that at least a few of the people putting their hands together seemed genuine about it. I already had a rough idea as far as which of these people were looking at me as a potential and very powerful ally, someone who could finally bring the military under the direct control of the Quorum.
And I knew who looked at me as my father's stooge, placed on Colonial One to do the exact opposite and solidify Admiral Adama's quiet and subtle coup of the civilian government.
"Thank you, Mr. Vice President, Madam President, honored Council members." The microphone in front of me crackled discordantly for a second, forcing me to lean back a little. Great first impression, I thought to myself. "First, I would very much like to thank Vice President Zarek for nominating me for this position. I am very proud to have this opportunity to continue my service to the people of the Twelve Colonies and all the human race in this new fashion. I would also like to thank President Roslin for her continued support and well-wishes... and also for not holding a grudge."
A few polite chuckles, one or two actual laughs followed my joke. I was hoping it would do about that well. Even Laura cracked a bit of a smile, and that was enough.
"I promise to you and to my constituents that I will endeavor to continue after the fine example set by the late Delegate Cowan, and to bring to the table all the experience I can muster and fervor that the human race deserves."
I leaned back after that, and got another second or two of polite applause. I'd done it, dipped in my toe without making too big a splash. Careful stepping like that was going to be the order of the day, every day from now on, I knew. But I couldn't not help people, couldn't stay out of things completely. Maybe I was asking for it.
No, I was definitely asking for it.
(511)
