ficlet: BSG, Son of Yet Another Incident in Interspecies Relations, PG
disclaimer: not mine
set: yet another ficlet related to and around webisode #1.
characters: Leland Adama, spoiler
rating: PG for language
notes: I blame this one on palmetto, too. (this one is 400 words)
Son of Yet Another Incident in Interspecies Relations
by ALC Punk!
Lee Adama could have been more diplomatic about it. He could even have been nice. But something about the Cylon kown as D'Anna Biers (or Three, depending on who you asked) had always rubbed him the wrong way. Maybe it had been the incident with the towel.
"What do you want?"
D'Anna smiled slightly, as though Lee had said something amusing. He hadn't, of course. "Just to talk." She slipped past him, looking out one of the oval windows as the ships of the fleet drifted here and there. "It's so different, from here. Seeing it all."
Not really sure what she was talking about, but certain that she wanted something, Lee shifted so he could see out as well. "I see it most days."
"But it isn't incredible to you," D'Anna turned her head to look at him, "You don't look at it and marvel at the ingenuity of the people who've survived this long, even under the constant threat from the Cylon and the universe together."
"I try not to think about the people we've lost." It wasn't an adequate response, but it was what he had. Lee was beginning to get a better feel for the way people talked, politicians and civilian alike, everyone had an agenda, it just took time to see it. He wondered, for a brief flicker of a moment if perhaps the Cylon were there to lobby him for something less practical than a better standing in the current alliance.
"Perhaps they were lost as part of God's will."
The suggestion caused Lee to laugh, and he shook his head, turning away from the window, "Next, you'll tell me God is pleased with his current prophet, Gaius Baltar."
"And if he is?"
Lee shook his head, brushing a hand over one of the few passenger chairs still left in this small hallway. They'd partitioned it off long ago to use for private and small meetings. "Then maybe God is fallible."
If Lee had ever believed in the Gods, in God, in anything, he might have taken what happened next as some sort of sign. Colonial One gave the smallest of shudders and a warning klaxon sounded before the pilot's voice boomed out over the loudspeaker, "All hands brace for emergency jump!"
"Well," D'Anna said, turning away from the window where the rest of the ships were beginning to waver and shift, "This could be interesting."
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set: yet another ficlet related to and around webisode #1.
characters: Leland Adama, spoiler
rating: PG for language
notes: I blame this one on palmetto, too. (this one is 400 words)
Son of Yet Another Incident in Interspecies Relations
by ALC Punk!
Lee Adama could have been more diplomatic about it. He could even have been nice. But something about the Cylon kown as D'Anna Biers (or Three, depending on who you asked) had always rubbed him the wrong way. Maybe it had been the incident with the towel.
"What do you want?"
D'Anna smiled slightly, as though Lee had said something amusing. He hadn't, of course. "Just to talk." She slipped past him, looking out one of the oval windows as the ships of the fleet drifted here and there. "It's so different, from here. Seeing it all."
Not really sure what she was talking about, but certain that she wanted something, Lee shifted so he could see out as well. "I see it most days."
"But it isn't incredible to you," D'Anna turned her head to look at him, "You don't look at it and marvel at the ingenuity of the people who've survived this long, even under the constant threat from the Cylon and the universe together."
"I try not to think about the people we've lost." It wasn't an adequate response, but it was what he had. Lee was beginning to get a better feel for the way people talked, politicians and civilian alike, everyone had an agenda, it just took time to see it. He wondered, for a brief flicker of a moment if perhaps the Cylon were there to lobby him for something less practical than a better standing in the current alliance.
"Perhaps they were lost as part of God's will."
The suggestion caused Lee to laugh, and he shook his head, turning away from the window, "Next, you'll tell me God is pleased with his current prophet, Gaius Baltar."
"And if he is?"
Lee shook his head, brushing a hand over one of the few passenger chairs still left in this small hallway. They'd partitioned it off long ago to use for private and small meetings. "Then maybe God is fallible."
If Lee had ever believed in the Gods, in God, in anything, he might have taken what happened next as some sort of sign. Colonial One gave the smallest of shudders and a warning klaxon sounded before the pilot's voice boomed out over the loudspeaker, "All hands brace for emergency jump!"
"Well," D'Anna said, turning away from the window where the rest of the ships were beginning to waver and shift, "This could be interesting."
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