Something's gone wrong on the food processing ships ( Read more... )

He hasn't been sleeping very well the last few nights. It isn't terrible, all things considered: brief bursts of insomnia there, a short nightmare there. Nothing very far from the ordinary.

The exhaustion does make him more inclined to spend his off-duty hours in his rack, though, following the gentle remarks (advice?) to do something other than ( Read more... )

Gaeta doesn't question the assignment when it comes to him: it's rooted solidly in his posting, it deals with a matter of utmost importance, and he's probably the best bet any of them have at deciphering the notes ( Read more... )

"Raise your right hand and repeat after me. 'I, Felix Gaeta...'"

"I, Felix Gaeta..."

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Every wireless on Galactica tunes in to the swearing-in ceremony; everyone hears the first action laid down by their new President.

There will be no prosecutions. I am issuing a general pardon for every human being in this fleet.Gaeta isn't aware that he's staring at the closest wireless speaker, as befuddled as if it's begun spewing molten lava, ( Read more... )

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The air shines with dust and smoke and soot as Gaeta sprints away from Colonial One. He can still hear explosions, but as if from a great distance; what pounds louder is his feet on the dirt and the thud of his heartbeat against his ribs, against his eardrums, striking as loud as any concussive blast ( Read more... )

Outside, New Caprica is burning.

The insurgency's plan went as predicted: the distractions have been triggered, the sky is filled with Vipers (and, briefly, the impossibly huge shape of Galactica herself free-falling through the atmosphere), civilians are scrambling to the safety of waiting ships. And all around Colonial One, the city comes down ( Read more... )

The morning after the game, he prepares for his return home like he prepared for his first day of work ( Read more... )

Ask a character a question, any question, and they HAVE to answer completely honestly. Have to. It's the meme rule. Even if they'd normally lie, they suddenly have been hit with a truth serum of some kind and must tell the truth. Bwaha.

Ye olde pup list(e):
Gaeta (mr_gaeta) -- mixed_muses versions, i.e. eleven-year-old!Gaeta and post-canon!Gaeta, can also apply if ( Read more... )