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Battlestar Galactica - Kara Thrace - PG - 213 words
Kara is flying. Her hands on the stick, the empty Dradis bleeping softly, the clear canopy and her flightsuit the only things keeping her from exploding in hard vacuum. The galaxy stretches out around her, a vast three hundred sixty degrees, and she's free. The cockpit is Starbuck's home. She is safe there. She closes her eyes and lets the Viper's subtle vibrations guide her.
The explosion takes her entirely by surprise.
Kara opens her eyes. The ceiling is lost in the dark, but the thin curtains glow white from the powerful searchlights in the towers outside.
The couch cushions dig into her back, so she sits up and slides her bare feet to the floor. Kara moves toward the windows to try and see any part of the pitiful little tent city she is supposed to call home. She stumbles and falls to the floor, face to face with the body of the Leoben she'd killed earlier.
Either way you'll be spending the night with me.
Kara draws her fist back, and just as suddenly drops it and lets her hand go slack. She wants to hit. She wants to fire her sidearm, she wants to punch, she wants weapons free. Kara wants to fight until she can't. And she still can.
Battlestar Galactica - Kara Thrace - PG - 213 words
Kara is flying. Her hands on the stick, the empty Dradis bleeping softly, the clear canopy and her flightsuit the only things keeping her from exploding in hard vacuum. The galaxy stretches out around her, a vast three hundred sixty degrees, and she's free. The cockpit is Starbuck's home. She is safe there. She closes her eyes and lets the Viper's subtle vibrations guide her.
The explosion takes her entirely by surprise.
Kara opens her eyes. The ceiling is lost in the dark, but the thin curtains glow white from the powerful searchlights in the towers outside.
The couch cushions dig into her back, so she sits up and slides her bare feet to the floor. Kara moves toward the windows to try and see any part of the pitiful little tent city she is supposed to call home. She stumbles and falls to the floor, face to face with the body of the Leoben she'd killed earlier.
Either way you'll be spending the night with me.
Kara draws her fist back, and just as suddenly drops it and lets her hand go slack. She wants to hit. She wants to fire her sidearm, she wants to punch, she wants weapons free. Kara wants to fight until she can't. And she still can.