|Jilleen Adel Simmons (absolutelysheba) wrote in bsg93_avalon,|
@ 2009-05-01 01:40:00
|Entry tags:||aerilon, jilleen simmons|
"Armistice Station? I think not. I rather slit my own throat than be assigned to that post," Jilleen shook her head and then looked back at her brother. She caught a glimpse of the city park as the limousine they were in continued down the avenue. "Anyway why would I want to sit on my ass waiting to talk to a toaster that never shows. I doubt we'll ever see a Cylon ever again."
"I would not share that view of the Cylons with Dad. As a matter of fact, don't share that with anyone in the press, they would have a field day if they knew my little sister thought that the Cylons were no longer a threat. Some might think you're soft on defense."
"Now, can you see what I hate about politics? You always have to have the acceptable opinion, anything other than acceptable and you're labeled a radical or something. I just think if the Cylons got what they wanted forty years ago, what reason would they have to come back. They have their terms and keep to themselves, they will have nothing to do with us anymore. It's not like they require habitable territory, they can live on a space rock and still function without air, food or water. They are not coming back, " she paused to look into her brother's green eyes. "I don't understand why you're running for the governorship, you never liked the limelight growing up."
"I did not," she paused and then smirked. "Ok, maybe a little bit, but I was a kid the entire time daddy was in office." She reached out to touch his arm. "It's just strange that my big brother is running for exactly the same office now. I always thought you had better judgment."
"At least you're honest, Jill." He smirked as he grabbed her hand and gave it a squeeze. "I'll have to disagree with you about the Cylons. You were too young to remember the ruins left behind by the war. You grew up after the start of reconstruction, so you wouldn't remember what it was like those first years after the war. I can remember visiting our Aunt Lucy on Caprica with Mom when I was five and asking about the bombed out the buildings," he paused to remembered the images from his youth, and then snickered lightly. "Of course Mom told me to ask Dad about it when we got back home."
Jilleen laughed with him as she remember her mother. "Mom always did that when I had a questions about history or politics. I guess she knew Dad enjoyed answering those questions in his special way." She sighed and looked back at her brother fighting back the urge to let her emotions get the better of her. "I miss her."
"Me too," he replied after he placed his hand on her shoulder. The limousine continued down the avenue into the center of the capital of Aerilon.