Posted March 8, 2020, 5:31 p.m. by Civilian Gavroche 'Twist' Dawkins (Govenor (incoming)) (Russell Watt)
The speakers were blaring Little People from Les Miserables, a musical from 20th Century Earth based on the book with the same title written by Victor Hugo in the 19th Century, or at least the backing music was playing, and Gavroche ‘Twist’ Dawkins was singing the words,
“So never kick a dog
Because it’s just a pup
You’d better run for cover when the pup grows up
And we’ll fight like twenty armies
And we won’t give up”
He was getting ready to go into the chorus when the chime to his quarter sounded. Cancelling the song, he told his visitor to enter his quarters.
It turned out to be Fleet Captain Russell Watt, who was captaining the ship.
“Yes, Fleet Captain,” Gavroche asked, rising to his feet and giving the older man his full attention.
“We’re in private, Governor,” Russell replied, “Russell or Russ is fine. I trust you’ve read that material I provided you on the Oed V Colony and its personnel?”
“And it is either Gavroche or Incoming Governor,” Gavroche returned, a cheeky grin on his face which made him look years younger than he actually way, “yes, I have, interesting place, with interesting people. A former borg, klingons, betazoids, and of course lots of humans. Looking forward to it, Fleet Captain Rusty.”
Russell sighed inwardly, but did his best not to let his irritation show. He hated that name, and Gavroche knew it. The younger man with the innocent looking face was doing it to get a rise out of him. Russell was a wake up to it and no longer reacted, it was a game between them.
“So, you are ready for it, Gavroche,” Russell asked, “you know it isn’t too late to say no.”
Gavroche laughed at the older man, “you’d like that, wouldn’t you, old man? I’m here, I’m going to do this. I have never walked away from a fight before, no matter what, and no matter how tall everyone else is. I’m gonna fight like 20 armies and I won’t give up. They may all tower over me, but you wait and see, I’ll be the Guv of this colony and make my ma proud.”
“She would already be proud of you, Gavroche Dawkins, you are an amazing man, never forget that,” Russell said.
“Don’t get emotional on me, Russ,” Gavroche answered, “I couldn’t cope with the water works. How long before we arrive?”
“4 hours,” Russell replied, “be ready,” and he left the room.
“We will be,” Gavroche said softly, and stared into the shadowy corner, “well?”
A soft chuckle carried to the future Governor and then a voice, “message sent, they’ll be waiting for us, Guv. You do the Government, I’ll do the downtrodden, between us, we’ll do this.”
“Then you’ll let me be?” Gavroche asked.
“We’ll see,” the voice said, drifting to him, “I can’t promise a thing though.”
Gavroche sighed, and turned his music on again, “they laugh at me these fellas because I am small, they laugh at me because I’m not a hundred feet tall, I tell ‘em there’s a lot to learn down ‘ere on the ground, the world is big but little people turn it around.” His heart wasn’t in it, however, he was caught in between a rock and a hard place and he wished he never went to Rondas III, even though it would mean he’d have probably died at that damned barricade and never received the opportunities he got today.
Governor Gavroche Dawkins, Fleet Captain Watt, Mysterious Voice
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