fandomhigh | Interstellar Relations, Monday, 6th Period

She wore her favorite suit to class today, and was standing at the front of the classroom as the students entered. Her arms were folded across her chest, one elbow propped upward, a cup of coffee held not unlike the torch on the Statue of Liberty. Well, except not that high -- maybe about shoulder-level. She waited for class to begin with a mischievous gleam in her eye.

"If you'll come in and take your seats from last time," Roslin said, gesturing with her coffee cup, "we'll get started."

The bell rang to signify the beginning of class, and she continued. "Last week we did budget submissions and got to know the fellow inmates in our cells." Her lips twisted into a lopsided grin. "Today, we get down to business. Your scenario is this: To this point, the United States, nor the Kingdom of Manticore have never heard of the Twelve Colonies of Kobol. Yet, after the last Cylon war ended badly, ships full of refugees have shown up in the solar systems nearby. You now have a first contact situation on your hands -- compounded by the fact that these Colonists have no other place to go."

It wasn't the best scenario she could come up with, she reasoned, but it was at least a timely one, and one very pertinent to her time on Earth. Now let's hope neither one shoots first and asks questions later...

"As I mentioned last week, I'll be circulating, filling in for those roles we can't cast. I'll also be giving you little bits of information. They may or may not be true. It's up to you to figure that out -- pry it out of your adversaries, if necessary -- and decide whether or not to act on it." She glanced at her watch. "You have one hour starting... now."

Laura then began to make her rounds through the classroom. She also began wishing she'd ordered the venti instead of the grande.

[A few OCD threads ~~coming~~ up. There will be a place holder for a later action for everyone to react to. ETA: Posted in the right place now.

~~ETA2: Please wait for the OOC thread. LJ seems to be giving issues, so it might be a bit.~~]

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"Good point," she agreed. "And the Navy should be strong enough to help protect us from an perceived Cylon threat."

Peter nodded. "Plus we shan't be caught unawares like the Colonies were." The look on his face probably showed that he didn't think too much of them for that. "So perhaps we find an abandoned waystation or outpost to put the Colonials until we can negotiate a settlement. If we're feeding them and housing them for an extended period of time, we ought to get something out of the arrangement."

"We should speak to the Navy about increasing patrols in that particular quadrant, maybe even some long range reconnaisance." Isabel bit her lip thoughtfully. "Make sure it's hospitable. We also need to make sure they have adequate supplies and help. If, when, we do reach a settlement, they're going to wind up here. We want them to be happy."

"We want them to be strong supporters of your Majesty," Peter replied, thinking this more important than their happiness. "We need to be sure that we are the ones to gain credit for negotiating this treaty, ma'am."

He started make notes. "Supplies, housing, long range patrols..."

"Absolutely. There are enough of them that in time they can have a significant voice," she agreed. "We need to appoint a liason, someone close to me. I want them to be assured that I am taking a personal interest in their well being."

"A family member might be a good idea then," Peter replied. "Someone whose proved him or herself in the Navy. Or our military advisor perhaps."

"Believe it or not, I don't think someone military would work for what I have in mind. Don't misunderstand, I'm certain the military will have all kinds of meetings going on as they assess the potential threat," Isabel said. "But a vast majority of the refugees are not military. We shouldn't let their needs get lost in the schuffle."

"True, but it's not for us to worry about their needs," Peter pointed out. "We need to liase with their authorities both military and civilian, but we ought not be too intrusive in their internal affairs."

"To some extent you're right. But at the same time, giving them a contact that can help them when they need it," she pointed out. "After all we are talking about quarrantining them for the hopefully short, forseeable future."

Peter nodded. "At least long enough to determine their intention and the circumstances under which we can allow them to settle on our worlds."

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