arrow_of_apollo: (Civilian | White Shirt)
266 - Start something

Contains spoilers for episode 4x11 'Sometimes a Great Notion' )

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OOC: Like [livejournal.com profile] number_eight, I dedicate this to the original Dee and Dee!mun.
arrow_of_apollo: (Either | Drinking Our Love I Don't Know)
Four months ago (Gods, he thought, has it only been four months?), when Lee had moved into this cabin aboard Colonial One, he had looked at the small space and decided that while it wasn't the familiar locker he'd shared onboard the Galactica with Dee, it was a hell of a lot roomier than a even an officer's rack, so things couldn't be that bad. And although he had come to feel comfortable with the space, it had never become a home. It felt even less like one now.

Lee felt a hot, wet tear roll down his face and he wiped at it angrily. He couldn't count the number he'd shed in the last twelve hours, every one of them searing, every one of them painful. Part of him wondered if he was mourning more than just a person, he was mourning everything she had meant to him-- more importantly, the things she had given him.

Even when they weren't together, even when Lee knew she was furious with him, Dee had always been a kind of beacon of hope. Not just for him, but for everyone aboard the battlestar, his father especially. Her faith in Admiral Adama had been unwavering, and her belief that Lee was a good man meant for great things just as firm. She had believed when they had not.

And now she was dead, because she had lost that faith, and had those beliefs shattered. The wasted, blasted Earth had broken all of them, but Anastasia Dualla had had the furthest to fall.

Lee reached again for the bottle of ambrosia-- a gift from Colonel Tigh, of all people, who had handed it over without comment-- just as a knock sounded on the hatch of his quarters. He was confused for a moment until he remembered that someone from Galactica would be arriving with Dee's personal effects. Still gripping the half-empty bottle, knowing he would need its help, Lee rose and opened the hatch.
arrow_of_apollo: (OOC | Spoilers Make Lee Angry)
Whew.

Update contains spoilers for episode 4x11, 'Sometimes A Great Notion' )

My only closing comment is: BEST. FRAKKING. SHOW. ON. TELEVISION.
arrow_of_apollo: (Soldier | Outside Angry)
264 - "The past is never dead. It's not even past." William Faulkner, Requiem for a Nun.

You know how some people say that just before you die, your life flashes before your eyes? It actually can, sometimes. There was one time, though, when my life didn't exactly flash as much as it unspooled in slow and agonizing detail, during the longest Viper flight of my life.

Revisited )

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arrow_of_apollo: (Civilian | Speaking To Quorum)
2009.1.A.5 - You walk out of your home, or your business, and are mobbed by a crowd who are protesting something you do or are. How would you deal with that?

As much as I'd like to say I've got no clue how that might feel, but I'm part of the government. Any given decision I happen to make is bound to make at least a few dozen of my constituents angry, and that's plenty of mob for anyone.

Politics )

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arrow_of_apollo: (Soldier | Blue Helmet Intense)
262 - Lines

We're all staring at it. A black line. A black line maybe two centimeters long, if that, and probably only three or four millimeters wide. Everyone is staring at it.

Marker )

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arrow_of_apollo: (Soldier | Two Vipers)
27.A.2 - Lyrics:
Wrap me in a bolt of lightning
Send me on my way still smiling
Maybe that’s the way I should go
Straight into the mouth of the unknown
- "Call Me", Shinedown


Officially, given his position, Lee had every right to request an inspection of the flight school. And given his background, it was even less unusual a request. That was only half right, of course, as he was also there to check up on their head instructor, Kara Thrace. There was a time when he wouldn't have hesitated for a moment putting her in charge of a group of would-be pilots, when he wouldn't have doubted her right to sit in a cockpit.

But that was before he had to watch her die.

It seemed like Kara Thrace dying in her Viper in a ball of fire had always been a given for everyone who knew her. Being a jock was such an intrinsic part of who she was, at least on the outside, that no one had ever given any thought to the way she would finally punch her ticket. One day, some Raider-- or probably Raiders would get the drop on her and it would all be over in a few seconds.

Lee had thought that was Kara's attitude, as well. Flying felt like her element. Out of the cockpit, he'd always wondered if she was never able to find the same level of comfort and control.

Then again, Lee supposed it made a certain amount of sense. If the Kara he knew and loved was able to pick her own death, then it would be one that was utterly and completely a product of her own hands. So when she had pointed the nose of her Viper down into that storm funnel, it was with as much purpose and intent as when she was chasing Cylons in the middle of a fight.

She had known what she was doing. The voice in Lee's ears was at peace... almost content.

So if he had trouble imagining his friend climbing back into a cockpit, Lee hoped he could be forgiven for it, because although everyone else had felt her death, he'd been the only one who'd had to watch.

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arrow_of_apollo: (Adama | Civilian | Kiss on Forehead)
What do you get a man with his own battlestar?
arrow_of_apollo: (Civilian | President Adama)
259 - Write a prompt that begins with the words: "I don't understand..."

((set between 4x08 "Sine Qua Non" and 4x10 "Revelations"))

I don't understand these people. At all.

The purpose of the Quorum of Twelve was originally to give the people of the Twelve Colonies a representative voice in the government. Each member was the duly elected voice of his or her people, charged with making the best decisions that would benefit the citizens of their respective worlds. With humanity a sliver of what it once was, the Quorum has come to represent, rather than individual worlds, the sometimes disparate groups that comprise the fleet, but for the same goals and with the same responsibilities.

Instead, they act like a roomful of schoolchildren, bickering over toy starships and building blocks.

Of the people, for the people, by the people )

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arrow_of_apollo: (Soldier | Memorial Wall)
23.B.1 - "The art of war is simple enough. Find out where your enemy is. Get at him as soon as you can. Strike him as hard as you can, and keep moving on." - Ulysses S. Grant

"Simple" and "war" aren't words that belong in the same sentence.

Not this war, at least )

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arrow_of_apollo: (Dee | Soldier | Mr & Mrs Adama)
256 - What do you hope for?

He'd borrowed, begged and bartered to get it. Hell, Lee had almost had to lie, steal and cheat to make it happen, and he was the Commander of the biggest and most technologically advanced battlestar in existence. But all his authority and influence couldn't create gold out of steel and diamonds out of thin air. There were a lot of things in short supply in their rag-tag little fleet, especially with the strain of trying to establish a planetbound colony. People were making do and trying to cobble and jury-rig whatever they could.

One man, trying to acquire himself something that in all practicality was at the best extraneous and unnecessary was not high on anyone's priority. Anyone's except, of course, Commander Lee Adama's.

Worth the effort )

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arrow_of_apollo: (Aphena | Soldier | Want)
20.A.2 - "Help Me Make It Through The Night" Lyrics

I don't care what's right or wrong,
I don't try to understand.
Let the devil take tomorrow.
Lord, tonight I need a friend.


I was married, at least legally, if not in fact, to a wonderful woman I'd always known was way too good for me and definitely way too good to me, not with how badly I'd always done by her. She was married in every possible way, to a man I called my friend and who was probably respected by the crew of Galactica just a little bit less than the Admiral.

She had a child with her husband, a beautiful baby girl who meant more to her than the entire human race. I had no kids, but I had responsibility over every man and woman that flew a Colonial spacecraft.

I didn't love her, and she didn't love me. Hell, I'm not even sure if we like each other at all.

There was nothing right about any of it... except for the way it made me feel.

OOC: Warning - Contains graphic adult material )

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arrow_of_apollo: (Either | Sad on Earth)
253 - Awesome

The most disturbing thing about it? The quiet.

It wasn't silent on Earth, by any means. We'd picked a landing spot in a wide-open area as near to what looked like the biggest urban concentration our scanners could pick out, figuring that if it wasn't the planetary capital, then it a big city would be a good enough start. That was the plan: land, make contact with the locals and introduce ourselves to the world governing body. No one assumed that the Thirteenth Tribe would welcome us with open arms, and neither did anyone think we'd find open hostility waiting for us.

A gray, blasted and lifeless planet? That was the last thing anyone predicted.

And standing there, on that beach, the whole world feeling like it had been leeched of its color, and with no signs of life we could determine, there were still sounds. I could hear the Raptors we'd rode down in cooling off, their hulls pinging. I could hear my father sifting through the glass-like sand, and the sound of others around me, their boots crunching in it as we moved around in dazed shock.

Water rolled and splashed against jagged rocks and over black, twisted remains of what used to be buildings or a temple or... something.

But it was still too quiet. And in that quiet, the devastation and the disappointment seemed just that much more awesome.

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arrow_of_apollo: (Either | Conflicted | Wedding Ring)
OOC: Completed RP with [livejournal.com profile] number_eight, [livejournal.com profile] burnandrave, [livejournal.com profile] cylon_prophet, & [livejournal.com profile] notmyfate. Takes place in the AU Future!Earth universe. Cross-posted to same.

Kara was dressed in her uniform for the first time in several weeks. It felt strange after so much time in civilian clothes, but she found she was glad to put it on. Kara was a soldier, and while she'd always been a bit unpredictable, there were aspects to military life she enjoyed. The familiarity of something as simple as dress was actually somewhat welcome at the moment, when her entire life felt like it was in such upheaval.

Despite everything that had happened--finding Earth, defeating the Cylons--Kara had to fight back the feeling of impending doom, as if it was all going to be snatched away from her. She was pretty sure it wasn't just her--she wasn't the only one who went outside at night and stared at the night sky, wondering if any of the cold lights above marked the approach of a Cylon basestar--but, as with everything, Kara felt it with an intensity that left her occasionally moody and tense. Having something to do that wasn't working on the house or painting, it was good for her. She'd been nervous about getting her orders, but she shouldn't have been; as she'd thought, the Admiral had told her that she'd be flying a few recon missions, doing some routine patrols in her Viper, but that her primary job would be training new recruits.

Are you grounding me, Sir? she'd asked, standing at attention, not entirely sure if her smile was genuine or forced. It was hard to tell, sometimes, even for her.

I'm giving you a chance to live your life, Adama had said in his gravel-rough voice. As...interestingly...as you've chosen to live it.

She should have expected that. Her domestic arrangements weren't a secret, after all, and she knew it wasn't going to be easy when she went back to work. Everyone had an opinion, and she was pretty sure she was going to hear about it.

Kara had saluted without saying a word. She pushed back the old longing she had, that desperateness for the Admiral's approval, and had simply taken her orders without comment. (There was a first time for everything, after all.) On her way out of the building that housed the provisional government, she saw a familiar figure ahead of her. Smiling, Kara rushed to catch him, forgetting for a moment everything that lay between them. "Hey, Lee. Or do I have to call you Mr. Vice President, now?" Kara teased, falling into step beside him.

Lee and Kara re-connect, Sam & Leoben are domestically cute with Kara, a surprise dinner is had, and Sharon confesses to Kara that she's having an affair with Lee... )
arrow_of_apollo: (Either | Defiant)
250 - Write page 57 of your 300-page autobiography

from Chapter 3: Until He Wears the Wings )

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arrow_of_apollo: (Aphena | Soldier | Want)
16.B.6 - Phrase: The price of failure

OOC: This response is set within the Earth!AU timeline.

Payment )

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arrow_of_apollo: (Civilian | Drinking Cheers)
You're the nicest, er, car I've ever met.
arrow_of_apollo: (Soldier | Viper In Tube)
248 - Would you make a good spy? Why or why not?

I doubt it. That's not the kind of battle I prefer to fight.

Face off )

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arrow_of_apollo: (OOC | Yowza)
Vacation beckons!

I, the mun, will be out of town and hopefully having way too fantastic a time to be getting online much. Starting pretty much immediately, I'm off on vacation, returning on or about Tuesday, September 16. We're heading to Walt Disney World and yes, we are bringing umbrellas.

The muse should be up to date as far as prompts go, and ideas/plots have been settled for when I get back.

Thanks, and have a great week, everyone! I'll see you on the other side!

Cross-posted everywhere.

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