intro post for H&M
"Frak. Frak!"
Things were definitely not supposed to be going this way. Starbuck had piloted the cylon raider, she knew how it worked and yet here she was, heading into the orbit of Caprica way too fast. She could still hear the Old Man; the disappointment in his voice when he'd realized what she was doing. She was betraying his trust for the President. A teacher. A woman who hadn't even mattered a few weeks ago. Funny how fast things could change.
The raider was careening too fast towards the ground, and Starbuck had to figure something out, she had to work out a way to not frakking die on impact. The makeshift DRADIS showed basestars all over the place, so thank the Gods the cylon device Gaeta installed actually worked, or she wouldn't have to worry about how hot she was coming in. All that she could think was that this was going to turn into a straight suicide run.
Maybe Adama was right. Maybe she'd regret trusting Roslin. Then again, the Commander had lied to her about Earth. He had no idea where it was, so if the President said she was some kind of hack prophet who could get them there, then what did Starbuck have to lose? She'd get the frakking Arrow of Apollo.
Maybe. If she didn't die trying to land on Caprica first. Pulling back, Starbuck yelled loudly as the raider hit the ground and bounced, going airborne again for a few seconds before hitting the ground again, sliding a few yards and stopping. Eyes closed tightly, she took a few deep breaths. "Okay. Frak. Okay." She wasn't dead, so that was a good start.
Pulling herself out of the raider, she pulled her service weapon, keeping it at her side as she looked around at her surroundings. This...wasn't Caprica. She didn't recognize anything, and for being nuked, the place was in damn good shape. She was alert just in case - the cylons looked human now. Who knew what else they could do.
Walking slowly in her Colonial Viper uniform, Starbuck started making her way through what looked like a park in the middle of winter.
Frakking cylons.
Things were definitely not supposed to be going this way. Starbuck had piloted the cylon raider, she knew how it worked and yet here she was, heading into the orbit of Caprica way too fast. She could still hear the Old Man; the disappointment in his voice when he'd realized what she was doing. She was betraying his trust for the President. A teacher. A woman who hadn't even mattered a few weeks ago. Funny how fast things could change.
The raider was careening too fast towards the ground, and Starbuck had to figure something out, she had to work out a way to not frakking die on impact. The makeshift DRADIS showed basestars all over the place, so thank the Gods the cylon device Gaeta installed actually worked, or she wouldn't have to worry about how hot she was coming in. All that she could think was that this was going to turn into a straight suicide run.
Maybe Adama was right. Maybe she'd regret trusting Roslin. Then again, the Commander had lied to her about Earth. He had no idea where it was, so if the President said she was some kind of hack prophet who could get them there, then what did Starbuck have to lose? She'd get the frakking Arrow of Apollo.
Maybe. If she didn't die trying to land on Caprica first. Pulling back, Starbuck yelled loudly as the raider hit the ground and bounced, going airborne again for a few seconds before hitting the ground again, sliding a few yards and stopping. Eyes closed tightly, she took a few deep breaths. "Okay. Frak. Okay." She wasn't dead, so that was a good start.
Pulling herself out of the raider, she pulled her service weapon, keeping it at her side as she looked around at her surroundings. This...wasn't Caprica. She didn't recognize anything, and for being nuked, the place was in damn good shape. She was alert just in case - the cylons looked human now. Who knew what else they could do.
Walking slowly in her Colonial Viper uniform, Starbuck started making her way through what looked like a park in the middle of winter.
Frakking cylons.