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Interstellar Relations, Monday, 6th Period
Laura stood at the front of the classroom, clad in a bulky grey sweater, her hair having air-dried to a very natural wave. She clutched a coffee cup in one hand as she hugged herself in an effort to keep warm. It might have been readily apparent that she hadn’t been resting well.
“Good morning,” she said, forcing a presidential smile. “I’m glad to see each of you made it through the weekend safely.” She didn’t mention that she had spent the weekend holed up in her apartment, trying to make sense out of the reality she found herself in. Logic and order had eventually won out – but not before it had caused her a few sleepless nights.
“Because we didn’t get everything done, we’ll be continuing from last week’s group activity. Well, with one slight alteration: As some of you might have guessed, the Cylons have followed the Colonials to Earth. They are not firing yet; their major demand is that you turn over the Colonial fleet. Beyond this, they say they only come in peace. It is up to you to determine your policy and help shape the policy of the galaxy.”
A wry grin twitched at the corners of her lips, lighting shadowed eyes. “No pressure, right?” Taking a sip of her coffee, she stood in silence, regarding them for a moment. “Okay, kids. Go to it.”
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“Good morning,” she said, forcing a presidential smile. “I’m glad to see each of you made it through the weekend safely.” She didn’t mention that she had spent the weekend holed up in her apartment, trying to make sense out of the reality she found herself in. Logic and order had eventually won out – but not before it had caused her a few sleepless nights.
“Because we didn’t get everything done, we’ll be continuing from last week’s group activity. Well, with one slight alteration: As some of you might have guessed, the Cylons have followed the Colonials to Earth. They are not firing yet; their major demand is that you turn over the Colonial fleet. Beyond this, they say they only come in peace. It is up to you to determine your policy and help shape the policy of the galaxy.”
A wry grin twitched at the corners of her lips, lighting shadowed eyes. “No pressure, right?” Taking a sip of her coffee, she stood in silence, regarding them for a moment. “Okay, kids. Go to it.”
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