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May 05, 2010 21:55

Every wireless on Galactica tunes in to the swearing-in ceremony; everyone hears the first action laid down by their new President.

There will be no prosecutions. I am issuing a general pardon for every human being in this fleet.

Gaeta isn't aware that he's staring at the closest wireless speaker, as befuddled as if it's begun spewing molten lava, until he blinks and realizes how many people in the room are staring at him in turn.

The summons comes two hours later over an open comm line -- one that Gaeta has spent the better part of the last two weeks patching and re-routing around the damage to Galactica's systems -- and it spurs a few knowing laughs and openly curious looks from at least half the people within earshot. He ignores them, easily, and gets to his feet.

Several conversations later, he boards a Raptor en route to Colonial One; ten minutes after that, he's being escorted into the office of the newly reinstated President Roslin.
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