The Study of Admiral William LockeStarring @The Spectre as Kevin Ford and @Sep as William Locke Kevin Ford spent most of his day in the Archives and in his office doing the usual work. A worker would usually enter the office to ask questions or to leave behind notes for other workers on break. The office job would see tiresome to people, but that was his job back at Earth. Even known he was an ambassador for the Roslin Federation, he spent most of his time at a desk until he was selected to be placed in one of the many arks.
He still didn't understand why President Vincent Quinn would of picked Kevin out of the many other talented ambassadors. Maybe it was just luck that he was selected or Quinn knew that he would be perfect for the Genesis Project. He still felt that he didn't earn the spot on board the Vitae, but he couldn't tell everyone about it. Not even his wife knew that. The others ambassadors were angry at Kevin because he was selected. That's why he left the White House and headed for Africa earlier than expected.
It was almost time for the workers to return back to their rooms or hang out the Hub. Madison and Augustyn checked on Kevin to see if he wanted to go to the Menedéket Café. He declined the offer and said that he needed to talk to the Admiral about stuff. They understool and soon left for the Café, leaving Ford alone. He needed to plan for the discussion before entering the Admiral's office. Then, he took a look at a photo of his family. It was a good picture of his wife among with his sons and himself that they took during their time across America. He picked up the photo and looked at it for a moment. All of a sudden...
"Kevin!" a woman shouted towards him as her voice got louder.
He looked up and turned towards the young woman that just left the Oval Office. Kevin was too busy doing to honest work for the Federation that he didn't notice the woman calling out for him until she shouted. He stood up and said to her, "Sorry, ma'am. I was too focus on work that I."
She stopped Ford for speaking before he could blow his head up. "The President would like to see you." she only said as she walked away for his desk area. Kevin looked around for a moment and got up for his chair. The White House was more busy than ever since the Three Day War happened. Government official would enter and exit out of the Oval Office everyday that it seemed like the President didn't leave that office.
He walked towards the famous white doors and held on the door handles. Then, he entered the office and saw President Vincent Quinn in the office...Kevin violently got up for his chair and suddenly dropped the photo. He was starting to remember the past and he didn't want to relive them while Earth was burning. Kevin left his office and the Archives quickly as he needed to drink something before meeting with the Admiral. He walked towards one of the transit stations and got on the bus as he sat down and waited for the bus to leave the station.
Once the bus left the station, Ford looked down at the ground so no-one else could see his pale face. He tried to block out the thoughts, but they always came back in one way or another. He closed his eyes and didn't open them for almost a minute. Then, he started to remember...
The famous doors that led to the Oval Office opened up and Kevin entered the office. He saw President Vincent Quinn on the phone, talking to someone about something else. Quinn soon ended the phone call when he saw Kevin. He looked at Ford and said to him as he placed the phone down on the wooden desk, "Please have a seat, Ambassador Ford."
"Thank you, sir." he said as he walked towards the white couch and sat down on one side. President Quinn sat at the other side and looked at Ford trying to say the words, but he couldn't at all.
"I don't know how to say it to you, Ford." Quinn spoke to Ford, "You're one of many ambassadors that helped formed the Council. Hell, you are the one that managed to get the Martians to join as well."
"I was just doing my job, sir." Kevin only said to Quinn.
"You did a hell of a job. That's why I am about to award you with something important." the President said as he got up and walked towards the desk. Kevin looked at him as he opened one of the draws and pulled out an I.D. card. Quinn threw the I.D. card at Kevin as it hit his chest and landed on his leg. He picked it up and looked at it to see his face and the words below the picture:
Kevin Wilson Ford: Head of the Archives.
"No." he said quietly as he felt the I.D. card and looked at the President.
"No.. you can't give this to me." he boldy stated.
"Kevin.." Quinn tried to speak, but Kevin stopped him.
"No. I refuse to accept it, sir." Kevin said as he grabbed the I.D. and tried to give it back to the President.
"I can't take it back. You're already been accepted by one of the arks.." Quinn tried to finish the sentence, but didn't want to hear it as he dropped the card. His plans of spending the final moments with his mother, father, brothers, sisters, and going around the world with them. Having the best of times, like the world was ending. They all were gone the moment that Kevin saw the I.D. card.
"Goddammnit!" he screamed out loud as he covered his mouth and tears began to form. Kevin looked at Quinn and said to him, "Why are you doing this to me? Is this the replacement for some fake shiny gold medal for my work as ambassdor to this Federation?"
"I thought that you'd be happy." Quinn only said towards Ford as he kept crying. Then he gave this disgusting look at the President.
"Happy?!" he said angrly towards the President, "You know that the Devastators are coming back for revenge, right? I am positive that they aren't looking to talk. I have planned years of events that I would of liked to spend with my loved ones. I wanted to travel all over the world and die peacefully with my loved ones, knowing that I did everything that I ever wanted to. Now, I will never have that peace. Even if I manage to survive and become old enough to have grandchildren, I will never be happy with myself."
Kevin covered his face as more tears came out of his face. President Quinn was still confused by the negative action to a second chance in life. Many people would be happy enough to start crying tears of joy, but Kevin was the opposite of those people. In fact, he didn't plan to comfort someone that didn't want to go aboard the arks.
Ford didn't care about being given a second chance at life. He always planned ahead of the present, having backup plans in place. However, he never expected to be accepted aboard one of the arks. He never expected it to happen to him...Kevin opened his eyes and looked around in a panic as the bus stopped at one of the many stations. He got up from his seat and raced towards his room before he could break down in public and be forced to get 'help.' He didn't want the help at all. He'd rather work all day than face problems hidden within him. Leaving behind Earth and his family was too much for Kevin to handle all at once.
Finally reaching to his room, Kevin began to cry for the first time since being aboard the Vitae. It was good for Kevin to let out all of the pain that he has been keeping for ten minutes until he had to get ready for the meeting with the Admiral. He took a shower, changed clothes, and made himself to look as if he didn't cry at all. With all of the preparation, he left his room and headed for the Admiral's office.
William wiped his brow as he sat going through paperwork, he signed another fuel report as he turned to the next piece of business at hand. "Noah." The digital avatar of Noah appeared hovering above his desk, as an emitter was in the middle of the wood styled table.
"Yes Admiral."
"Remind me to never accept an assignment like this ever again."
"Given the nature of the mission, I find it highly unlikely that-"
"It was a joke Noah." William knew that Noah was young as far as a human would go but for an A.I. he was quite old, having been online for ten years. William was still waiting for his sense of humour to pull through, he was told that leaving an A.I on for so long risked the possibility of a personality coming through but so far that didn't appear to be the case, he was as dry and humourless as ever. Though that could always be his personality. He hoped not. "What's next on the to-do list Noah?"
"You have a meeting with Ambassador Kevin Ford in five minutes, following that you have scheduled a check in with the Nyx followed by your rotation on the bridge." He checked the room as he piled his folders into a neat pile on front of him. "Have Ensign Harris bring a pot of coffee and take these files to the bridge, and the have the papers brought to my office that I requested for this meeting."
"Files are already on your desk." William moved some files around, lifting some and moving folders from on top of eachother before he found the one he wanted. Damn A.I knew his desk better than he did.
"Thankyou honey. You're dismissed, though before you go tell the door guard to let the Ambassador straight in."
"Yes sir."
One of the guards approached Kevin and lighty snapped his fingers for his attention. Kevin looked up at the guard and put the magazine on the table. The guard told him that the Admiral was available now and went to guard the door again. The ambassador stood up and went towards his office. It was the first that he was able to talk to the Admiral alone. He felt like that he didn't get to say enough during the meeting with the others.The office was much bigger than Kevin's back at the Achives, but it was similiar in appearance.
Kevin went inside the office and saluted at the Admiral as he said, "Admiral, it's a honor that you made time to talk."
He kept his pose until the Admiral told him to have a seat.
William stood up and picked up his folder, indicating to the sofas as he himself went and sat on the sofa opposite the one that the Ambassador would sit at. As they did so Ensign Harris came into the room carrying a tray, without a word being said he came and placed it on the table between them. "Thankyou Harris, the files for you to take to the bridge are on the desk."
The Ensign smiled, likely pleased that William knew his name though with the fact he was basically his aide it was the least William could do."Anytime Ambassador" He picked up the jug full of coffee and poured himself a cup and then placing the jug back down. "Help yourself if you want one."
Leaning back in the seat, coffee in one hand and folder of files in the other he looked directly at the ambassador. "Tell me, what do you know of Martian Politics?"
"Martian Politics?" he questioned the Admiral as he took a seat. The cup of coffee was still there as Kevin didn't want to drink. Why would the Admiral ask a question like that? After all, he made the meeting possible.
"Sir, the Martians were a military-based society. It's government, culture, and people were living a military lifestyle. As for the government, there were governors and a democratic system. The leader of the Martians was the High General and his Trinity. The high general wasn't a lifetime term, but only a person could serve the role for fives years. Other than that, they kept many things to themselves and didn't share with the other members of the Council." Kevin answered the Admiral's question.
William nodded. That was about as much as he expected someone not of Mars to know, many of the innter governmental workings were typically kept 'in house' so to speak. The less others knew, after all, the less threat they posed. It was just one of the things he had gotten used to growing up in a militant society. Not that he felt the bickering system of the Federation or the power hungry vacuum of the Conglomerate did much better, and the Armani couldn't really be said to have a Government full stop.
"While there are a reasonable portion of Martians aboard ship, I think we can both agree that long term military rule aboard a ship with a large civillian population isn't going to go down well, yes?"
"Depends on the situation, sir." Kevin said to the Admiral, "If we are attacked by another unknown force or the Devastators again, then some sort of control has to be established. I am not saying that military rule is the only option. But, you are currently the leader of Vitae—the leader that established that calm control. If the other arks didn't make it and we are the only ones left, then we would need a sense of control before everyone else realize as well. Of course people won't be down for a military rule, like the Martians. However, I believe that you will rule no matter what government you establish once we land on one of the planets."
William shrugged it off. "By the time we settle on a planet my job will be solely protection, that and helping the Vitae be disassembled into whatever form of civilization we decide to form once we've roled out the prefabs" He picked up his cup of coffee and took a sip. "I'm not saying there shouldn't be control, and I'm not relinquishing command as this is my post and nothing short of death is going to keep me from fufilling my duty. What I'm proposing is that we give the civillian population it's own voice, someone to rally behind and they can look to in non-military matters"
He readjusted himself in his seat in order to make himself more comfortable. "I mean obviously people would need to be assured that this person wasn't just a puppet or a figurehead but actually their representative. Think of it like..." He paused for a second as he collected the words. "A division. The job of myself would be to ensure the safety of the vessel, and the people on it. While the job of this individual is to ensure that those people are comfortable and feel represented, bringing up any issues that need to be addressed and really forming our own society," He shrugged his shoulders. "Though you're the one with the political know-how. You can probably tell me how to structure this better."
Kevin nodded as he heard the Admiral's request and began to give some advice, "Based on the time that I spent as Ambassador of the Federation, I do have several advices that I could give to you, sir. The Roslin Federation was based on the United States of America's government before annexing both Mexico and Canada. It had the Constitution and the Bill of Rights that made America special centuries ago. You would need to established some sort of Constitution and a Bill of Rights. At a moment, if you are wanting a President, then we should find someone with a political background and interview them. They would have to able to handle the stress of running and dealing with millions of people. At the moment, most of the civilians are sleeping until they are awaken. Based on the size of the current crew, this will be a perfect test for them. We would need to see if that person can handle the role of being the leader that many civilians—that will soon wake up—have to look up to. Do you want more advice, sir?"
"Well, depending on how long we're in space. I know everyones hoping for a quick trip though I think people need to prepare for the possibility of us not finding a home for a while yet. A Constitution and a Bill of Rights does seem like a valid way to go, after all the Earth Council was more an Alliance than a form of Government, and there wasn't really an official bill between the three parties." He paused as he took a sip of his coffee, he was very obviously contemplating something.
"In terms of candidates, there's a reason you are aboard this Ark. When your President bartered with the Council to get you a seat I snapped you up as soon as I saw your name on a ticket." He shrugged. "I'm not saying it's a permament position,but I feel it best to appoint the first... whatever we're going to call the leader rather than holding an election, the people need certainty not the politics and fuss of an election. Not yet anyway, if I were to appoint a Martian it'd be seen as favouritism and there'd be dispute. Whereas by appointing you the Federals and Conglomerates aboard shouldn't have issue, the hardest faction to get to follow you would be the Armani. After all the Martians will follow you so long as I say you're in charge. Though, there'll be a bit of work to do before we announce this yes?"
Of course the Admiral would ask Kevin to be that leader for 'the people.' That's why he was only accepted aboard the ark. His political background would be perfect for that position, but he didn't want to fight it. If his use was to be the temporary leader until they land somewhere, then he might as well as accept it. After all, President Quinn did push for Kevin to be aboard one of the arks.
Kevin nodded again and said, "Since you only accepted me aboard because of my political background, I accept your request sir."
William held up his hand. "Now I don't want you to think that's all you're here for. You're diplomatic skills and the historical background that comes with that would have gotten you aboard." He relaxed his posture a bit. "I just think you're a perfect candidate to be our first... leader. The biggest job you're going to have to do is find out a word for 'leader' that doesn't make it sound like you're favouring one factions heritage more than the others. Good luck with that one."
William finally passed the folder he was holding over. "I had the liberty to already set up an office elsewhere in the ship, as well as offices for your staff. We probably shouldn't make the announcement yet however in that folder are the files of people I feel you'd find as valuable members of your staff. Though of course you're free to pick your own staff members, without enlisting from the military of course. Which is one thing I know you'll remain clear on, is that I am still in charge of this ship. Anyway-" He clapped his hands together."Do you have anything else you need to talk to me about? I'm sure I've just increased your workload a little bit."
Kevin listened as the Admiral talked about what was going to happen for the next several weeks until the official announcement. But, he had some questions to ask. "What's going to happen to the Archives? When will the office be available? And do I get military access to the rest of the ship?" Kevin asked.
"The archives, I'm sure you know of one of your peers who is more than capable of looking after that section. The office is also available as soon as you want it, I had the insight to have it built while the ship was still being constructed. Doctor Lavernius wasn't happy to be tucked away in a smaller lab, but in the end he still got to survive the destruction of humanity and an increase in support." At the mention of military access he leaned forward again, going from relaxed to attentive. "What kind of military access is it you're after?"
"Since I will also be dealing with the martians and spacers, I got to show that I am behind the military and the security to get their support. The bridge, the hanger, and sector 75 should be good enough to gain public support for their 'leader." Kevin answered the Admiral's question. He knew that he wasn't going to be happy that Kevin wanted access to the Bridge, but he had a good reason to be there.
"You'll get into the hangar under escort, sector 75 with the same deal as it's largely for training purposes anyway. You will get access to the bridge, but only when and how I say. You can't just arrive, you'll be invited and it will never be during an operation. You have my trust, or I wouldn't be offering you this, but I'm not having a civillian on my bridge during a crisis. Is that understood?"
"Yes, sir." Kevin said as he reached for the folder and stood up. "Well, I'd love to keep talking to you sir; however, I have a speech to write up that won't cause a riot. Thank you, sir."
He stopped at the doorway and turned to the Admiral and asked, "Where is the office located at?"
"Take your time on the speech, work on the important things first. I'm not expecting it to be quick, but get the framework ready first. When that's ready let me know and I'll write my own speech." He stood up himself, walking the man to the door and offering his hand to shake.
"Just ask your personal assistant. She's right outside."
"Thanks again, sir." Kevin said as he left the office and went to the personal assistant. He knew that things are going to get more difficult, but he knew that he could handle it until they landed somewhere.