Prompt Response the second!
For lejo, who wanted "Kara Thrace, ambivalent, 'I thought Marines could hold their liquor.'"
So this is... okay. I don't think it's great, but it is what it is. I think it's set in season 3 sometime .
Lee Adama looked at his friend and shook his head. “Oh, Kara. Kara, Kara, Kara. What am I going to do with you?”
“What?” she asked. She rolled over to face him from her cot, and Lee winced a little at the bruise covering the left side of her face.
“Kara, you’re the best pilot in the fleet,” he said. “And the toasters have been stepping up their raids. I can’t have my best pilots in hock because they got in a bar brawl.”
“Whatever,” Kara said, sitting up and working the kinks out of her arms. “I thought Marines could hold their liquor. Not my fault they get all rowdy, and I don’t back down from a fight.”
Her apparent ambivalence toward the survival of the fleet was… mind-boggling, sometimes.
“Oh, no? That why you let Kat get the kill on Scar?”
Kara regarded him with indignation. “What the hell are you talking about, sir?” she asked. “That wasn’t a fight, that was life and death.”
Lee stepped up to the bars and gripped one in his left hand. “My point is not the fight, Kara. I don’t care if you get into fights, I don’t care if you… drink half the fleet under the table. But I need my pilots on their shifts, and I can’t have that when you’re getting picked up for drunk and disorderly!”
“It’s one night, Lee,” she said. “I needed to blow off some steam.”
Lee rolled his eyes. “You’re an officer, Kara. You need to -”
“No,” she said, standing up and walking up to the bars that separated them. “I don’t need to set an example. I’m a screw up. Everyone knows I’m a screw up. Nobody, not even the nuggets, look to me to show them how to act. Your dad gets that. Sam gets that. Hell, even Tigh gets that. But Little Lee can’t seem to wrap his mind around the fact that I am not cut out for command. CAG of the Pegasus is as high a station as I’m ever gonna get, because there are exactly three things that I do well. I fly, I fight, and I…” She smirked at him.
Lee sighed. “Well. It’s only 48 hours, and I suppose you could use the rack time anyway.”
“There you go, Lee. Look at it as a gift of down time, and I’ll come back refreshed and better than ever. And I can ‘set an example’ for all the little kiddies so they don’t get blown up by toasters.”
Lee smiled. “Get some sleep, Thrace,” he said. “You’ll be on CAP as soon as you’re out of hock.”
Kara tossed him a mock salute. “Yes, sir.”
Lee shook his head and left the brig, mentally reworking the CAP schedule in his head.
So this is... okay. I don't think it's great, but it is what it is. I think it's set in season 3 sometime .
Lee Adama looked at his friend and shook his head. “Oh, Kara. Kara, Kara, Kara. What am I going to do with you?”
“What?” she asked. She rolled over to face him from her cot, and Lee winced a little at the bruise covering the left side of her face.
“Kara, you’re the best pilot in the fleet,” he said. “And the toasters have been stepping up their raids. I can’t have my best pilots in hock because they got in a bar brawl.”
“Whatever,” Kara said, sitting up and working the kinks out of her arms. “I thought Marines could hold their liquor. Not my fault they get all rowdy, and I don’t back down from a fight.”
Her apparent ambivalence toward the survival of the fleet was… mind-boggling, sometimes.
“Oh, no? That why you let Kat get the kill on Scar?”
Kara regarded him with indignation. “What the hell are you talking about, sir?” she asked. “That wasn’t a fight, that was life and death.”
Lee stepped up to the bars and gripped one in his left hand. “My point is not the fight, Kara. I don’t care if you get into fights, I don’t care if you… drink half the fleet under the table. But I need my pilots on their shifts, and I can’t have that when you’re getting picked up for drunk and disorderly!”
“It’s one night, Lee,” she said. “I needed to blow off some steam.”
Lee rolled his eyes. “You’re an officer, Kara. You need to -”
“No,” she said, standing up and walking up to the bars that separated them. “I don’t need to set an example. I’m a screw up. Everyone knows I’m a screw up. Nobody, not even the nuggets, look to me to show them how to act. Your dad gets that. Sam gets that. Hell, even Tigh gets that. But Little Lee can’t seem to wrap his mind around the fact that I am not cut out for command. CAG of the Pegasus is as high a station as I’m ever gonna get, because there are exactly three things that I do well. I fly, I fight, and I…” She smirked at him.
Lee sighed. “Well. It’s only 48 hours, and I suppose you could use the rack time anyway.”
“There you go, Lee. Look at it as a gift of down time, and I’ll come back refreshed and better than ever. And I can ‘set an example’ for all the little kiddies so they don’t get blown up by toasters.”
Lee smiled. “Get some sleep, Thrace,” he said. “You’ll be on CAP as soon as you’re out of hock.”
Kara tossed him a mock salute. “Yes, sir.”
Lee shook his head and left the brig, mentally reworking the CAP schedule in his head.