Maelstorm on Earth
Character: Lee Adama
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Spoilers: Maelstorm
Rating: G
Word Count: 459
Author's Note: Implied character Death
Prompt:
Kansas, they were sending him to Kansas. A place called Fort Leavenworth. He had no idea why that location had been chosen. He'd been told a place called Guantanamo Bay might be his destination but now he was going to Kansas. We're not in Kansas anymore. It was some type of cultural reference but he didn't understand that either. All he knew was that once they had found a safe place, humans alive, his people had still tried him for treason. The cooperation with the Cylons, even though it had eventually lead to a haven for them, had been deemed unnecessarily dangerous and he'd been convicted and sentenced to life in prison. He didn't know what had happened to the Cylons that were with them.
This place was flat, flat like he had never seen in his life. Flat and, emerging from the aircraft he realized, hot and dry too. Yet the clouds that he saw in front of him didn't portend it always being dry and as he boarded the prison bus he wondered at their intensity. It was a long and boring ride and uncomfortable too with his hands before him manacled, the memories that brought back were particularly unpleasant, and his ankles in shackles. When the bus came to a sudden halt and he opened his eyes he looked around. No prison walls in view but all around him flatness and grass and affluent looking homes among a landscape of sparse trees and probably porch swings too.
What caught his eye more urgently though was the sky. It was entirely gray. A massive body even darker then what shrouded the horizon loomed before him and rain was pouring down. Yet even more compelling an arc of red and yellow and green tipped by a funnel of white. He was completely mesmerized by the sight and it took him several seconds until the connection hit him and he knew in his heart it was over. The colors and shapes so different yet so alike the storm that had killed Kara. For all his hope, and the abstract beauty before him, he knew she was dead and would not be coming back this time.
They'd told him her sentence had been death yet he'd clung with all his heart to the possibility of life for her. That hope meant nothing now. Nothing except a pain in his gut, a lump in his throat, and an emptiness in the soul he didn't even want to admit he had. As the bus started up again he let the sound of distress pass through his lips and the bitter tears of their lost love fell from his eyes as he dropped his chin to his chest and surrendered to his despair.
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Spoilers: Maelstorm
Rating: G
Word Count: 459
Author's Note: Implied character Death
Prompt:
Kansas, they were sending him to Kansas. A place called Fort Leavenworth. He had no idea why that location had been chosen. He'd been told a place called Guantanamo Bay might be his destination but now he was going to Kansas. We're not in Kansas anymore. It was some type of cultural reference but he didn't understand that either. All he knew was that once they had found a safe place, humans alive, his people had still tried him for treason. The cooperation with the Cylons, even though it had eventually lead to a haven for them, had been deemed unnecessarily dangerous and he'd been convicted and sentenced to life in prison. He didn't know what had happened to the Cylons that were with them.
This place was flat, flat like he had never seen in his life. Flat and, emerging from the aircraft he realized, hot and dry too. Yet the clouds that he saw in front of him didn't portend it always being dry and as he boarded the prison bus he wondered at their intensity. It was a long and boring ride and uncomfortable too with his hands before him manacled, the memories that brought back were particularly unpleasant, and his ankles in shackles. When the bus came to a sudden halt and he opened his eyes he looked around. No prison walls in view but all around him flatness and grass and affluent looking homes among a landscape of sparse trees and probably porch swings too.
What caught his eye more urgently though was the sky. It was entirely gray. A massive body even darker then what shrouded the horizon loomed before him and rain was pouring down. Yet even more compelling an arc of red and yellow and green tipped by a funnel of white. He was completely mesmerized by the sight and it took him several seconds until the connection hit him and he knew in his heart it was over. The colors and shapes so different yet so alike the storm that had killed Kara. For all his hope, and the abstract beauty before him, he knew she was dead and would not be coming back this time.
They'd told him her sentence had been death yet he'd clung with all his heart to the possibility of life for her. That hope meant nothing now. Nothing except a pain in his gut, a lump in his throat, and an emptiness in the soul he didn't even want to admit he had. As the bus started up again he let the sound of distress pass through his lips and the bitter tears of their lost love fell from his eyes as he dropped his chin to his chest and surrendered to his despair.