TM 225 - Without Words
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arrow_of_apollo225 - "Do not the most moving moments of our lives find us without words?" - Marcel Marceau
"Frak! Krypter, krypter, krypter! I've been hit, ejecting!"
Not exactly the kind of famous last words they etch into the marble base under your statue, are they? But they were mine, at least technically, since my heart and respiration did stop there for a couple of seconds. So those were, officially (and I've looked at the comm transcripts) my last words before being clinically dead for approximately twenty-three seconds. Granted, I was in a leaking flight suit with a dwindling oxygen supply, so talking wouldn't have been the best idea, but still... that's all I had to say.
Peace and quiet. Stillness and calm. I was floating on my back, in the middle of a lake in the mountains above Caprica City where Gianne's parents owned a vacation cabin. Early in the morning, when the sun was bright and the sky was clear, but no one else was awake, I'd slip into the still-cold water and just float, letting the water up over my ears so that I could forget anything else existed.
My father... Admiral Cain... Kara... Dee... President Roslin... all of them so far away that they might as well not have been there at all. Most importantly, the war was even further away, and there were no Raiders and no base ships and no nukes or stealth ships or resurrection ships or any other kinds of ships. There was just the water and the sky, and me caught between them, silent and still.
A word would've broken the silence. It would mean that I wanted to break it, that I wanted to leave it behind and go back to the chaos and noise. I knew, somewhere in my mind, that I wasn't floating in a lake, I was strapped to my chair, tumbling end over end away from the sparking black debris that used to be the Blackbird in the middle of a battle. I knew that my suit had been punctured and that I was slowly losing air. But that just didn't seem all that important.
I heard Dee's voice calling, dimly and distantly.
"Apollo, Galactica, are you reading this? Are you out there? Apollo, Galactica, do you read? Apollo, Galactica, are you reading this? Are you out there?"
I knew they were looking for me, so procedure dictated that I use a little of my remaining breath to reply, to let them know I was still alive and they'd find me by that signal. Instead, I let go of the leak and just... just let go altogether, I guess.
No, wait. I did have one last thing to say.
"I'm sorry, Kara."
Not that she'd hear, not that she'd ever know, but that at least, I needed to say.
(419, not including direct quotes)
"Frak! Krypter, krypter, krypter! I've been hit, ejecting!"
Not exactly the kind of famous last words they etch into the marble base under your statue, are they? But they were mine, at least technically, since my heart and respiration did stop there for a couple of seconds. So those were, officially (and I've looked at the comm transcripts) my last words before being clinically dead for approximately twenty-three seconds. Granted, I was in a leaking flight suit with a dwindling oxygen supply, so talking wouldn't have been the best idea, but still... that's all I had to say.
Peace and quiet. Stillness and calm. I was floating on my back, in the middle of a lake in the mountains above Caprica City where Gianne's parents owned a vacation cabin. Early in the morning, when the sun was bright and the sky was clear, but no one else was awake, I'd slip into the still-cold water and just float, letting the water up over my ears so that I could forget anything else existed.
My father... Admiral Cain... Kara... Dee... President Roslin... all of them so far away that they might as well not have been there at all. Most importantly, the war was even further away, and there were no Raiders and no base ships and no nukes or stealth ships or resurrection ships or any other kinds of ships. There was just the water and the sky, and me caught between them, silent and still.
A word would've broken the silence. It would mean that I wanted to break it, that I wanted to leave it behind and go back to the chaos and noise. I knew, somewhere in my mind, that I wasn't floating in a lake, I was strapped to my chair, tumbling end over end away from the sparking black debris that used to be the Blackbird in the middle of a battle. I knew that my suit had been punctured and that I was slowly losing air. But that just didn't seem all that important.
I heard Dee's voice calling, dimly and distantly.
"Apollo, Galactica, are you reading this? Are you out there? Apollo, Galactica, do you read? Apollo, Galactica, are you reading this? Are you out there?"
I knew they were looking for me, so procedure dictated that I use a little of my remaining breath to reply, to let them know I was still alive and they'd find me by that signal. Instead, I let go of the leak and just... just let go altogether, I guess.
No, wait. I did have one last thing to say.
"I'm sorry, Kara."
Not that she'd hear, not that she'd ever know, but that at least, I needed to say.
(419, not including direct quotes)
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