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Kaarlo Hennessy leafed through the papers in front of him, at least they had provided an office with a desk, albeit both small he thought ruefully. It had been a supply closet before and was now nothing but the desk, two chairs a few piles of paperwork and bare steel walls. Hennessy had been onboard this ship now for five days, ever since relieving the last poor bastard who both had the misfortune to speak any "Caprican" and worked for the New Circe Ministry of Justice, and he was starting to get extremely tired of sitting here answering stupid questions from Colonials worried about settlement on the planet. Someone in Parliament had suggested it might be a nice gesture if the Star League In Exile was represented by a friendly civilian face and so (after clearing it with President Roslin and the Quorum) any anxious Colonial Citizen seeking reassurance could now go talk to whatever poor slob got assigned the job of mollycoddling them. Not that Hennessy's job description described his duties that way of course.

As Hennessy read through his notes he occasionally took a piece of candy from the bag on the desk next to them, hoping to finish for the day soon and head to the closest bar. A knock on the door indicated someone else had decided to pay him a visit however and he checked his watch and was appalled to find out there were still two minutes to go until he would be entitled to close up. 'Come in' he said dejectedly, still reading his papers and starting to add additional notations in red ink, substituting for ill-chosen phrases that were best left off the version he would type up such as crossing out "Archetypal Sagitaron Fruitloop" and replacing it with "Colonial with faith-based concerns".

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