arrow_of_apollo: (Earth | Alone)
289 - Cheer someone up

OOC Note: Set 2 years following the events of the series finale.

The ridge hadn't looked quite this high two hours ago, Lee thought to himself. Fine, loose pebbles skittered under his feet as he slowly made his way up the sharply inclined ground. It was mostly rough gray rock, this rise in the earth that the former Colonial officer was scaling on his way to his next destination, gray rock dotted with clumps here and there of pale green scrub and grass, stubbornly clinging to an assumedly inhospitable location.

Onwards )


OOC Note: And so ends Lee's journey in TM. Like the show, I think he had a good run, long enough to do him justice (I hope) and not longer than that. He moves on to other places, but thanks everyone in TM who's made him welcome.
arrow_of_apollo: (Soldier | In Hack)
287 - Prison

They won't let me wash the blood off my hands.

All right, they're not going to let me go to godsdamn sickbay so I can be there with my father while he's fighting for his frakking life. Tigh's being an ass and trying to be a commanding officer, and I should expect that from him. All right, they're going to throw me in hack, probably for the little time left on my misbegotten military career. I was expecting that after what I did for President Roslin.

But I've got my frakking father's blood on my hands. Frak, my arms are red almost to the godsdamn elbows and they still won't frakking let me wash it off!

It's not like I haven't seen the inside of a brig before. You're not friends with Kara Thrace and not occasionally get a remind what it's like behind bars. But it's different. Everything's smaller. Colder. Closer in. Somewhere on this tin can, my father is taking what might be his last breaths through lungs that might be shredded by some frakking toaster's bullets, and I can't even be there to watch him die.

President Roslin in the cell next door keeps wondering out loud how the Old Man is doing. She's worried, I can see it. More than that, I can hear it in her voice and I don't think I've ever heard Laura Roslin this shaken up.

And wouldn't you frakking know it, she can't stop staring at my hands.

Neither can I.

It's dry now, red turned almost black, flaking off at the edges. I have my father's blood on my hands, and all I'm thinking about are the things I can't tell him. I can't tell him how sorry I am that I had to disobey Tigh's orders, but that I'm not sorry I did. I can't tell him how much I've come to understand and appreciate the man he is and the person he was, and how grateful I am for the things that I think he was starting to understand about me.

I can't tell him I'd never leave, either.

Sitting down on the hard steel bench, I don't know what's going to happen next. All I can guess is that it's going to get a hell of a lot worse before it gets better.

arrow_of_apollo: (Soldier | Sitting Pouting)
284 - Talk about a time you were forced out of something.

"I will not serve under a man who questions my integrity."

"And I won't have an officer under my command who doesn't have any."




Central precepts of the Colonial Fleet-- in fact, of military service throughout human history. They are the pillars upon which every soldier must stand, from the greenest crewman signing his name on the roll up to the Admiral with more stars on her uniform than buttons. Without these things, the Colonial Fleet is nothing more than a bunch of hired guns.

They're also much less clear-cut and concrete concepts than they mention in Basic Training.

Upstanding )

(468, not counting direct quotes)
arrow_of_apollo: (Soldier | Amused Smile)
282 - Talk about funeral arrangements.

I knew he probably wouldn't have wanted me to do it, but then I wasn't a soldier under his command any more.

Contains spoilers for the series finale, 'Daybreak' parts 1 and 2 )

arrow_of_apollo: (Civilian | Sendoff)
275 - "You can't control life, at least you can control your version."
— Chuck Palahniuk (Stranger Than Fiction: True Stories)

Contains spoilers for the series finale, 'Daybreak, Part 2' )

arrow_of_apollo: (Civilian | White Shirt)
273 - "Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?" (Who watches the watchmen?)

In my current line of work, I've found I still take flack for being the Admiral's son, just of a different kind. People like to accuse me of being too invested in military interests, of being too easily influenced by my father, of putting the needs of Galactica before the rest of the fleet's. I've been accused of being nothing more than a mouthpiece for the Admiral, his way of legitimizing his control of all aspects of the fleet.

Contains spoilers for episode 4x18, 'Islanded in a Stream of Stars' )

arrow_of_apollo: (Civilian | Speaking To Quorum)
270 - Thirteen

((A press release from the Office of the Vice-President of the Colonies))

When I was in high school, my friends and I went to a local street fair and dared one another to go into a fortune teller's tent. She wasn't an Oracle or Priestess or anything like that, just some woman in a colorful scarf and lots of bracelets that I assumed would look at my palm or deal some cards and tell me vague, imprecise predictions that would apply to anyone.

I was the one who ended up walking in, of course, and instead of cards, she asked me my birth date. She said that numbers had great significance. She jotted down the date and did some calculations, I guess... and proceeded to make a bunch of vague, imprecise predictions that would apply to anyone.

That pretty much convinced me that numbers having great significance was anything but garbage. Until now.

Spoilers for current season of BSG )

arrow_of_apollo: (Civilian | President Adama)
268 - The End

In Memoriam )

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

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


OOC: Like [ profile] number_eight, I dedicate this to the original Dee and Dee!mun.
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 )

(545, not counting direct quotes)
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 )

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 )

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 )

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.

arrow_of_apollo: (Either | Defiant)
250 - Write page 57 of your 300-page autobiography

from Chapter 3: Until He Wears the Wings )

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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