( Kara, AU, beyond insane in any life, firefight )

A while back, the magnificent and made of ice cream and awesomeness Taragel gave me a short prompt for a drabble (finally, somebody did really did!!! :P), something revolving around interactions between characters between the plan for the BIG FINAL BATTLE and the actual BIG FINAL BATTLE. Being honest, I reminded her I simply don't take what was ( Read more... )

My totally crazy theory to make sense of everything in BSG (save the bits that the writers obviously threw in for shock with no considerations for internal logic whatsoever...:P)

Here's the facts as the show made them. Humans, especially ones that were having “hallucinations” either by stress (Baltar), or drugs (Roslin, Oracles) were capable of ( Read more... )

It’s been fifteen minutes. I sit crouching on the flat cushioned bench against the wall of the hallway, staring now and then at the still elevator doors at the far end of the hallway. Nondescript numbered wood doors add to the monotony of the silent wing. Soft light from the windows, cold as stone sets the drab hallway a glow. I hold the black ( Read more... )

The marble steps of the Caprica City Hall of Justice gleam a sooty ivory in the bright sunlight. Making my way up the steps, black portfolio in hand, I dodge and weave past city employees all skittering up and down their own path to and from work, loaded down with full brief cases jammed with stacks of crisp paper, and minds racing with thoughts of ( Read more... )

“It’s a wild night here at C-Bucks’ stadium, with the C-Bucks once again taking the early lead, only tonight to have their late second quarter drive frustrated by the comeback’s of the night, the Picon Panthers’ defensive team of Mueller and Perry. We’re coming to you live over the airwaves from C-Bucks’ stadium, I’m James McManus, with my wingman ( Read more... )

“27th floor. This was it, right, sir?” politely asks the young bellhop.

I pull my eyes away from the small creased photo of Kacey, slip it back in my pocket, and shove off the back wall of the elevator. “Yeah…my floor.”

He presses the smooth button to open the polished wood and bronze elevator doors, and offers his immaculately cleaned arm out into ( Read more... )

It doesn’t take a genius to find out about somebody you don’t know without raising their suspicion. Doing it with style… Well, that’s why I get paid.

A few innocent questions with some out-of-the-box improvisation around the industrial park gets me a little more info on my lead. Duck’s a new guy, hasn’t been around long enough to make too many ( Read more... )

The smells of exhaust fumes and rotting cardboard burn the glaring orange light of morning cutting across the monolithic gray and silver rusting factories and warehouses of the city industrial park. Oil stained black top under my shoes radiates hot blue steam flowing out again into the sparkling steel bay. Trucks and trains and cranes roar and ( Read more... )

The haunting echoes of better days float through the open windows of my apartment from across the street. Air conditioner conked out two weeks ago, building super’s too cheap to fix the system in the building. Not like I’m complaining…wide open windows and a cool evening breeze is all I need anyway. Plus, there’s just nothing like sitting back, ( Read more... )