♁ 001; video
[ The image clicks on and at first it’s not entirely clear what exactly the picture is looking at. As the camera attempts to find focus - racking sharp and then blurry and then sharp again - it eventually becomes clear that it’s a person’s shoes. Male, from the look and size; black, polished. A voice quickly follows off-camera, speaking quietly under its breath. The picture jostles back and forth as the communicator is poked and prodded. ]
Okay. ‘StarkTech’ handheld communications device, time for a ready check. Power switch, on. Video capabilities, on. Posting access, in the green. …Oh.
[ The image goes blurry as the camera comes round and rights itself, finally landing on the face of a man. Strong-jawed, handsome and broad-shouldered, the little glimpses the camera gets of his clothes reveal that he’s wearing a military uniform, insignia of some kind of rank on the collar and another pinned to his chest. He has a vaguely cheeky expression, his lips pressed together in a way that makes it seem like he’s trying to look not nearly as amused as he really is. There’s disbelief in his voice when he talks. ]
So I’ve been over the archives, but let me get this straight. This. Is Earth.
[ The man turns to look over his shoulder briefly, camera pivoting awkward to blurrily catch a glimpse of a few skyscrapers behind him and the broad lanes of Park Avenue. With a finger he gestures towards it. ]
This right here. Is Earth? [ The camera tilts back to his face and his entire expression purses as if to silently ask are you kidding me. ] Have to admit, I thought there’d be pastures. Fields. Like in the Scriptures. This? [ Looks around a bit, squinting. ] Just looks like Delphi on a bad day, if you ask me. Heh. It's funny, how these things work out. All this time, spent looking for Earth, and I just drop into it one day on my way to the CIC. Godsdamn.
[ The man considers this for a moment, shaking his head and laughing very faintly once, like he’s just been told some kind of nostalgic joke. After a beat, however, he straightens - jaw hardening, shoulders squaring; he clears his throat. His voice is sharp and official, like he's conducting business. ] Captain Karl Agathon, former acting-XO of the Battlestar Galatica, flagship of the Colonial Fleet. Preliminary sweep of the Network says there may be more of you out there. From the Twelve Colonies. If there are, I’d appreciate if you contacted me. Nothing official. Just getting a lay of the land. [ A short nod. ] Thank you.
[ The camera peels away, like the message is about to end, but it quickly rights itself again back on the man’s face. His expression is casual again, amused. He lifts an eyebrow. ] Oh and one last thing. I’m looking for one Captain Kara Thrace in particular. Calls herself Starbuck. I’ve done my homework, so I know she’s out there. Most likely frakked off her ass. [ His voice drops into a whisper as he leans in, as if to share a secret. ] Not that I blame you.
[ The man’s expression breaks into nothing short of a grin and after a beat he gives a half-salute to the camera. ] You’re wanted on deck, ‘sir’. Effective, immediately.
Okay. ‘StarkTech’ handheld communications device, time for a ready check. Power switch, on. Video capabilities, on. Posting access, in the green. …Oh.
[ The image goes blurry as the camera comes round and rights itself, finally landing on the face of a man. Strong-jawed, handsome and broad-shouldered, the little glimpses the camera gets of his clothes reveal that he’s wearing a military uniform, insignia of some kind of rank on the collar and another pinned to his chest. He has a vaguely cheeky expression, his lips pressed together in a way that makes it seem like he’s trying to look not nearly as amused as he really is. There’s disbelief in his voice when he talks. ]
So I’ve been over the archives, but let me get this straight. This. Is Earth.
[ The man turns to look over his shoulder briefly, camera pivoting awkward to blurrily catch a glimpse of a few skyscrapers behind him and the broad lanes of Park Avenue. With a finger he gestures towards it. ]
This right here. Is Earth? [ The camera tilts back to his face and his entire expression purses as if to silently ask are you kidding me. ] Have to admit, I thought there’d be pastures. Fields. Like in the Scriptures. This? [ Looks around a bit, squinting. ] Just looks like Delphi on a bad day, if you ask me. Heh. It's funny, how these things work out. All this time, spent looking for Earth, and I just drop into it one day on my way to the CIC. Godsdamn.
[ The man considers this for a moment, shaking his head and laughing very faintly once, like he’s just been told some kind of nostalgic joke. After a beat, however, he straightens - jaw hardening, shoulders squaring; he clears his throat. His voice is sharp and official, like he's conducting business. ] Captain Karl Agathon, former acting-XO of the Battlestar Galatica, flagship of the Colonial Fleet. Preliminary sweep of the Network says there may be more of you out there. From the Twelve Colonies. If there are, I’d appreciate if you contacted me. Nothing official. Just getting a lay of the land. [ A short nod. ] Thank you.
[ The camera peels away, like the message is about to end, but it quickly rights itself again back on the man’s face. His expression is casual again, amused. He lifts an eyebrow. ] Oh and one last thing. I’m looking for one Captain Kara Thrace in particular. Calls herself Starbuck. I’ve done my homework, so I know she’s out there. Most likely frakked off her ass. [ His voice drops into a whisper as he leans in, as if to share a secret. ] Not that I blame you.
[ The man’s expression breaks into nothing short of a grin and after a beat he gives a half-salute to the camera. ] You’re wanted on deck, ‘sir’. Effective, immediately.