fandomhigh | 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.”

[OCD threads ~~coming~~ up. Don't blow up any small planets!]

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Parker made a paper airplane and sailed it over to the Colonists. Anything you want to share with your hosts on the 13th colony?

Cylons = really bad? scribbled Elizabeth in return, shrugging hopelessly.

Parker pouted at the paper. Right. Bad. Any chance we can bribe, bludgeon, or bliss them into going away?

As far as we can tell, the only thing they want is to destroy the human race. Hitler and the Jews, only on a galactic scale.

Okay, we *are* frakked. Parker went over to join the Colonists, looking annoyed.

Anders snagged the airplane, scrawled one phrase, and sailed it back.

Yeah, we're totally frakked.

Parker frowned and balled up the paper, then crossed the room to Anders. "How hard can it be to defeat something that Lee kept calling 'toasters'?"

"Pretty hard if I remember my history right," Anders said, although that was kind of a dicey prospect. "Maybe millions of Colonials died in the first Cylon war."

"Right. Bad plan," Parker said, sitting down. "Better plan: we make them go away forever. Any weaknesses?"

Anders snorted. "Rust? That's all I got."

Parker cocked an eyebrow. "Resources, smart guy. What are they using for fuel? Food? Intel? How do we cut them off from their supply lines? How do we sabotage their machinery? They can't be indestructible, you guys defeated them once. How?"

"We didn't really defeat them!" Anders was scrambling very hard to recall his history at this point. "There was an armistice, after both sides got all worn to exhaustion."

He ran his fingers through his hair, thinking. "Fuel . . . they use the same stuff we do, um, tylium? Which I don't think you guys have here so unless they can adapt something they're frakked. We could rupture our fuel tanks, though, um, scuttle the ships so they can't take our resources. Which means you guys'd be stuck with us. Is that gonna be a problem?"

"We were planning on doing that anyway," Parker said absently. "Not that you heard it from me, because the Secretary of State doesn't blab. It was just a matter of security and logistics at this point." She frowned, and nodded. "Bare beginnnings of a plan, then. And ... we may not be *that* defenseless. Depending on which Earth in which dimension your Cylons show up in."

"Don't confuse me like that, Parker," Anders scolded teasingly. "And I won't say a word, but I'll work it into my planning. Let me get whatever information I can about the Cylon defenses together, and work it out with your military people. Maybe you'll be able to come up with something they won't expect."

"We can always throw trolls at them, worst case scenario," Parker said, grinning. "And good, you do that. Sub rosa for now, of course. We're still trying to figure out how to keep Congress from freaking out."

"Good luck with that," Anders laughed. "Congress, I mean, not the trolls. Wow, now I'd love to see that showdown. Although the Cylons might have the advantage, with the metal thing."

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