Laura walked in to her office and she stopped, glaring at all of those present. “What is the meaning of this?” she growled.
“You cannot arrest her, not unless or until the Quorum impeaches her, but I will promise you that I am going to take a personal interest in this matter,” said Romo Lampkin to Mathias. And he turned to the President. “Madame President, I am officially notifying you that I will be leading an investigation into the allegations that you kidnapped Hera Agathon. Your offices have been searched and material from your files is now in my custody.”
“I am exerting executive privilege,” she snapped. Damn Gaius Baltar for getting this man nominated and confirmed, she thought.
“And I am overruling that privilege from the bench in the name of public interest, Madame President. We are also taking your assistant Maya and the alleged child at the center of this . . . incident
. . . into custody to assure their own safety.”
“I am not allowing that child to leave this ship,” Laura snapped.
“Madame President,” Lampkin said in a cold voice, “it is not up to you. I remind you that your immunity for actions taken as President lasts only as long as you hold office—and that the Quorum can impeach you with a three-quarters majority vote. I would advise you to retain counsel, Madame President, for if my preliminary findings are borne out by the facts, I will make the motion before the Quorum myself for a vote on Impeachment.”
“Captain Greene,” Mathias barked, and the pilot nodded.
“You will fly High Justice Lampkin, Maya, and the child over to Galactica
. I ask that you convey my deep regret over this matter to the Agathons and expect you to inform them that this woman,” he said patting Maya on the shoulder, “is innocent and she took good care of their child—and loves the babe deeply. She is not deserving of their hate in this matter.”
“Of course, Commander,” Sidewinder answered. “But you can tell them yourself.”
“Unfortunately, Sidewinder, I am afraid that I will be spending some time in hack,” Mathias said.
The pilot’s eyes grew wide, as did those of the JAG and FCIS officers from Scorpia
, but the rest of those present just looked confused. And all three of those who caught the reference moved too slow to stop it from happening. Mathias stepped forward and swung his left arm, the fist slamming into Laura’s jaw with a very satisfying CRACK. She crumpled like a sack of raw vegetables onto the deck, even as blood sprayed from her mouth—along with a pair of teeth.
“Captain Madsen,” Mathias winced as he grasped his left fist—already swelling from the blow—and Lampkin gawked
at him. “I believe that I am in violation of numerous Articles of War—please take me into custody,” and he smiled at the High Justice, despite the pain in his hand. “If Pegasus
’s crew can get off with just a slap on the wrist for what they did, damn straight I’m going to take a shot at this bitch.”
“Sir,” Frank Von said, from where he crouched next to the unconscious Laura Roslin. “I think we need to put the President on that Raptor as well—you broke her jaw, Sir.”
“Go ahead, Frank,” Mathias ordered. “And Sidewinder?”
“Sir!” he snapped as he came to attention and gave his Commander the smartest salute that Mathias had ever seen him deliver.
Mathias nodded and returned the salute. “Contact Colonel Jayne by wireless and inform him that he is now in command of Scorpia
.” He pulled out his sidearm and handed to Captain Madsen. “Captain, I believe that it is customary to put the prisoner in restraints? Is it not?”
She nodded her head slowly. “Commander Mathias Lorne, you are under arrest for multiple violations of the Articles of War of the Colonial Fleet. Turn around and put your hands behind you back.” He did so, and she locked the restraints unto his wrists. “You have the right to remain silent, the right to see coun-. . .,” Madsen began as she ushered Mathias from the office of the President.
“FRACK!” Lampkin yelled to the ceiling above as he rubbed his forehead.