Moddy Post: Ship War
I'm throwing out the rules for the next couple of days, because I've been wanting to do this again for a while as it was so much fun last time. Now that the Pentathlon and most gift exchanges are over, it seemed like a good idea, and I thought it might liven up the quietness of LJ a little bit too.
We're gonna have another Ship WarThe winner will ( Read more... )
We're gonna have another Ship WarThe winner will ( Read more... )
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Laura would never get tired of the rain. No matter how miserable it threatened to make this journey, she would relish every second of it. At the moment, she knew Tom didn't mind it either. Not when it granted them privacy. She was in his lap, back against his chest, his arms loose around her waist.
They got odd looks from the military. The elder Adama's small little party gave them the widest berth but the most stares. They had every right to huddle for warmth, just like any other human being. Apparently being ex-convicts made it fascinating.
They had no reason to be shivering in the deluge, not like Adama, standing vigil over his son.
"Do you remember the first time you decided to kill someone?"
Both of them had blood on their hands before they realized it could be chosen. It was a different turning point. One that lead to Laura being called mercenary, and Tom a terrorist.
"It was.. it had to have been Joseph..."
"And you didn't meet him until that office party on Gemenon so it couldn't have been when you were-"
He bumped his chin onto her shoulder. "Let me think."
"Sorry."
"Liar."
"Guilty."
He kissed the side of her neck, making her hum.
The blonde pilot approached the older man by the corpse. Her hair was plastered to her head. Laura couldn't make out their expressions through the sheet of rain. She didn't imagine she really had to.
"There was someone in the movement. An infiltrator sent by the government. When we found out, everyone turned to me, asking what to do."
"Did you make the right choice?"
"Not the smartest in hindsight, but I needed to have made it. Needed to know I could do it, when future decisions came."
Laura let her head fall back against his shoulder.
"Yourself?" He looked down at her, smiling.
"You know the story already."
"Do I?"
"I got offered a job."
"Right. My knife for hire." He brushed her hair back and nibbled on her ear. "Will they find anything on the body?"
She wasn't looking towards the mourners anymore, didn't feel the need. Laura watched the tarp bounce and the rain fall as Tom nosed his way down her jaw. "No. He actually managed to fall down that ravine himself."
"The ground is muddy. He shouldn't have been running."
"He shouldn't. He broke the branch in his fall, all it took was a little repositioning."
"Run through by a tree. How the Gods have fallen."
"There are some still standing."
"Yes.."
Tom stopped his ministrations and Laura uncrossed her arms to poke him in the side. He grasped her hand before she could hide it away, and their fingers laced.
She closed her eyes. "Maybe we'll get lucky, and his heart will give out."
"Maybe."
They still needed another plan. More choices had to be weighed against each other. A reconciliation of the broken fleet hadn't been accounted for.
The decisions could wait, in that moment, Laura just wanted to listen to the rain.
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The backdrop was oddly fun -laugh- Getting more into the ramifications of it will be interesting.
My brain had a lot of fun developing her back story, it'll be fun to get into it.
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