~BSG: T Minus Zero
Title: T Minus Zero
Author: kastari
Summary: It was an incredible payload. His countdown began on day one.
Characters: Adama/Roslin
Rating: T
Word Count: 200
Author’s Note: Written for the 58th ar_drabbles . Prompt: Mission accomplished.
Disclaimer: I’m just playing in Universal’s sandbox.
T Minus Zero
The launch of a spacecraft.
The detonation of a bomb.
The start of a race.
The end of a year.
The beginning of a relationship.
“We’re in the middle of a war and you’re taking orders from a school teacher?!”
It was a façade.
The first day they met, he knew exactly where he’d like to get her.
There were two variables in his calculation.
“Now, if we are even going to survive as a species, then we need to get the hell out of here and we need to start having babies!”
He wondered about the validity of his carefully devised set of procedures.
“There’s no Earth. You made it all up.”
Communication channels open.
“If you’re a Cylon, I’d like to know.”
He needed to avoid adverse conditions.
“You interfered with a military mission, and you broke your word to me.”
“It’s the second part that really bothers you, isn’t it?”
A hold was required to investigate the technical process gone wrong.
“Just goes to show you, Bill. Never give up hope.”
All systems ready.
“I love you.”
T minus zero.
Ignition.
Liftoff.
Disquiet no more.
~finis~
Author: kastari
Summary: It was an incredible payload. His countdown began on day one.
Characters: Adama/Roslin
Rating: T
Word Count: 200
Author’s Note: Written for the 58th ar_drabbles . Prompt: Mission accomplished.
Disclaimer: I’m just playing in Universal’s sandbox.
T Minus Zero
The launch of a spacecraft.
The detonation of a bomb.
The start of a race.
The end of a year.
The beginning of a relationship.
“We’re in the middle of a war and you’re taking orders from a school teacher?!”
It was a façade.
The first day they met, he knew exactly where he’d like to get her.
There were two variables in his calculation.
- How long would it take?
- How much would it cost?
“Now, if we are even going to survive as a species, then we need to get the hell out of here and we need to start having babies!”
He wondered about the validity of his carefully devised set of procedures.
“There’s no Earth. You made it all up.”
Communication channels open.
“If you’re a Cylon, I’d like to know.”
He needed to avoid adverse conditions.
“You interfered with a military mission, and you broke your word to me.”
“It’s the second part that really bothers you, isn’t it?”
A hold was required to investigate the technical process gone wrong.
“Just goes to show you, Bill. Never give up hope.”
All systems ready.
“I love you.”
T minus zero.
Ignition.
Liftoff.
Disquiet no more.
~finis~