another unbetaed BSG ficlet
This one is for rebelliousrose and goes with my old Helo and Roslin icon.
The Hybrid’s panicked cry of “JUMP!” echoed through the huge chamber as everything happened at once. Centurions went from an at-rest stance to battle stations in unison and instantaneously, as though the Hybrid sent them some simultaneous signal while jumping the base ship to the gods knew where. Chrome gun-arms were leveled at the three humans in the Hybrid’s chamber and the lights flickered as the stretching-contracting-twisting of the jump took hold.
Helo drew his sidearm and backed up to protect the president even as the other human-form Cylons backed away from their small group. He heard a faint squeak behind Roslin that could only be Baltar. He held his gun ready, aiming at first one Centurion and then another as he danced around Roslin and Baltar, hoping it wouldn’t come down to a firefight because that would be suicide. Another shifting turn as the jump subsided and his weapon was trained on one of the human forms. The Eight’s - she is not Sharon! - eyes widened in shock as she held her hands out to the side almost in supplication, silently begging him not to shoot her and he had to blink hard to dispel sudden vertigo as the Eight of now was superimposed in his brain with another Eight, eyes just as wide and just as dark, begging him silently to shoot her.
Heh. I hope you don't mind the run-on sentences. :P
The Hybrid’s panicked cry of “JUMP!” echoed through the huge chamber as everything happened at once. Centurions went from an at-rest stance to battle stations in unison and instantaneously, as though the Hybrid sent them some simultaneous signal while jumping the base ship to the gods knew where. Chrome gun-arms were leveled at the three humans in the Hybrid’s chamber and the lights flickered as the stretching-contracting-twisting of the jump took hold.
Helo drew his sidearm and backed up to protect the president even as the other human-form Cylons backed away from their small group. He heard a faint squeak behind Roslin that could only be Baltar. He held his gun ready, aiming at first one Centurion and then another as he danced around Roslin and Baltar, hoping it wouldn’t come down to a firefight because that would be suicide. Another shifting turn as the jump subsided and his weapon was trained on one of the human forms. The Eight’s - she is not Sharon! - eyes widened in shock as she held her hands out to the side almost in supplication, silently begging him not to shoot her and he had to blink hard to dispel sudden vertigo as the Eight of now was superimposed in his brain with another Eight, eyes just as wide and just as dark, begging him silently to shoot her.
Heh. I hope you don't mind the run-on sentences. :P