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I have a confession to make, dear friends list: I have become that which I said I would never be. A person who buys the same piece of clothing in multiple colours because she can't decide. Granted, said piece of clothing is just a plain $10 tank top with a sports back, but I feel that all practicality points are cancelled out by the fact that said top comes from Supre.
*hangs head*
Jade green, purple and red. You may disown me now.
Also: 8780 WORDS HOW? HOW? ANDERS, YOU ENORMOUS FREAK.
I don't know what it is about this canon and fandom, but it's like my normal rate of writing is ON STEROIDS. Like Kat. One day soon I will have a sweaty panic attack mid-paragraph and someone will have to talk me carefully away from the computer before I can hurt myself.
I really, really doubt anybody wants to edit this monster. I think I'll just stare at it some and try and work out where the hell all the words came from and if I can make any of them go back there.
Finally: this icon owns my soul.
ETA: It is so, SO unhealthy that the first swear word to spring to my lips is now 'frak', isn't it? Yeah. That's what I figured. I used it randomly in conversation yesterday and didn't even notice until I'd said it.
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“Two on your tail, Apollo.”
“Copy that.”
“Frak, Lee, brake left. Brake, you moron!”
“I – frak. Thanks, Starbuck.”
“Yeah, yeah. Watch your own ass next time.”
Listening to the comms can be agonising; he knows why Kara complains every time she’s given a grounded role in any operation. Standing in the CIC he feels so helpless.
“They’ll be all right.” It’s Lieutenant Gaeta, nodding and giving him a sympathetic smile. “They’ve survived far worse than this.”
“No doubt.” His smile doesn’t feel quite right on his lips. A few weeks ago someone told him a story from the very first day of the war, about how Kara managed to slot together her Viper and Lee’s powerless one, getting them into the landing bay at the very last minute. That’s the way they are, in the minds of these people; forever locked together, a single invincible entity, the great ship Starbuckandapollo.
“Starbuck, Galactica. Recon party destroyed.”
Tigh exhales on something that’s almost a laugh and shakes his head. “Bring them in, Dee.”
“Yes, sir.” Dee bends her head and flicks switches. Anders doesn’t know how she does it, standing there and working so deftly when it’s her who’ll be the first to know if the man she loves is about to die.
Or maybe that’s the point.
“Permission to – ?” He’s still getting used to military protocol.
“Off you go, Private.” Tigh isn’t even looking at him.
“Sir.” He manages a salute, claps Gaeta on the arm and leaves for the flight deck, pleased at how surely he moves from one place to another these days.
Kara has the familiar adrenalin-infused glee on her face as she leaps down from the cockpit, but it fades as she looks around the deck. “Where’s Apollo’s Viper?”
“Isn’t he coming in after you, Lieutenant?” The Chief frowns.
“What?”
There isn’t even a moment to digest this before Dee’s voice comes over the speakers, tight and urgent. “Galactica command to starboard landing bay and flight deck. Prep for emergency landing. I repeat, prep for emergency landing. We have an apparent Viper malfunction.”
“Frak.” Kara kicks a trolley. “He was fine, he told me he was –”
“Hey. Come on.” Anders pulls her to the side, away from the scrambling chaos. “He’ll be all right.” But he never quite believed it from Gaeta’s lips, and he can tell she’s no more convinced. Her eyes keep straying to the side, wide and frantic.
Alarms blare periodically and there are a series of nasty thumps that send shivers through the metal under their feets, but thankfully nothing that sounds like an explosion.
“Landing bay sealed,” the Chief shouts after what seems like an eternity. “Let’s get the CAG out of that plane.”
Even Anders winces at the sight of the Viper as it’s towed into the deck; cracks spiderwebbing the front screen and deep scratches down the nose.
“Lords,” Kara murmurs, her eyes wider than ever. “How did he see anything?”
“Looks as though he ran into some shrapnel. It fried the comm systems,” the Chief shouts over to her, and Anders almost smiles: Operation Defuse Starbuck. “He wouldn’t have been able to let you know about the damage.”
Once he’s been helped out of the cockpit Lee looks pale and shaken, and he sways on his feet as he removes the metal collar from his neck and hands it to a crew member. Kara squeezes Anders’ arm once, hard, and then storms across to where the CAG is standing.
“Motherfrakker!” she yells, and then throws herself at him with insane force. Lee wobbles even more alarmingly but closes his arms around her and they stand there, just stand there, for over a minute. The crew manoeuvre around them patiently, exchanging knowing glances. Allowances have to be made. After all, it’s Starbuckandfrakkingapollo.
Anders’ thoughts are interrupted by one of the other Marines, reminding him to check in to the range for target practice at 1400 hours, and when he next looks over Kara’s hands are fisted awkwardly in the shoulders of Lee’s flight suit and she’s staring at him as though she’s attempting to get a medscan of the bones of his face through sheer force of will. A smile keeps trying to start on her lips; trying and then sputtering away and then trying again, like an engine on a cold day.
~
I think my favourite part is 'Kara kicks a trolley'. Say it out loud. It's fun.
Use of the word 'ship' for Starbuckandapollo was entirely accidental, but I did giggle stupidly for a while when I realised.
Sorry, Anders. At least I let you join the Marines.
*hangs head*
Jade green, purple and red. You may disown me now.
Also: 8780 WORDS HOW? HOW? ANDERS, YOU ENORMOUS FREAK.
I don't know what it is about this canon and fandom, but it's like my normal rate of writing is ON STEROIDS. Like Kat. One day soon I will have a sweaty panic attack mid-paragraph and someone will have to talk me carefully away from the computer before I can hurt myself.
I really, really doubt anybody wants to edit this monster. I think I'll just stare at it some and try and work out where the hell all the words came from and if I can make any of them go back there.
Finally: this icon owns my soul.
ETA: It is so, SO unhealthy that the first swear word to spring to my lips is now 'frak', isn't it? Yeah. That's what I figured. I used it randomly in conversation yesterday and didn't even notice until I'd said it.
~
“Two on your tail, Apollo.”
“Copy that.”
“Frak, Lee, brake left. Brake, you moron!”
“I – frak. Thanks, Starbuck.”
“Yeah, yeah. Watch your own ass next time.”
Listening to the comms can be agonising; he knows why Kara complains every time she’s given a grounded role in any operation. Standing in the CIC he feels so helpless.
“They’ll be all right.” It’s Lieutenant Gaeta, nodding and giving him a sympathetic smile. “They’ve survived far worse than this.”
“No doubt.” His smile doesn’t feel quite right on his lips. A few weeks ago someone told him a story from the very first day of the war, about how Kara managed to slot together her Viper and Lee’s powerless one, getting them into the landing bay at the very last minute. That’s the way they are, in the minds of these people; forever locked together, a single invincible entity, the great ship Starbuckandapollo.
“Starbuck, Galactica. Recon party destroyed.”
Tigh exhales on something that’s almost a laugh and shakes his head. “Bring them in, Dee.”
“Yes, sir.” Dee bends her head and flicks switches. Anders doesn’t know how she does it, standing there and working so deftly when it’s her who’ll be the first to know if the man she loves is about to die.
Or maybe that’s the point.
“Permission to – ?” He’s still getting used to military protocol.
“Off you go, Private.” Tigh isn’t even looking at him.
“Sir.” He manages a salute, claps Gaeta on the arm and leaves for the flight deck, pleased at how surely he moves from one place to another these days.
Kara has the familiar adrenalin-infused glee on her face as she leaps down from the cockpit, but it fades as she looks around the deck. “Where’s Apollo’s Viper?”
“Isn’t he coming in after you, Lieutenant?” The Chief frowns.
“What?”
There isn’t even a moment to digest this before Dee’s voice comes over the speakers, tight and urgent. “Galactica command to starboard landing bay and flight deck. Prep for emergency landing. I repeat, prep for emergency landing. We have an apparent Viper malfunction.”
“Frak.” Kara kicks a trolley. “He was fine, he told me he was –”
“Hey. Come on.” Anders pulls her to the side, away from the scrambling chaos. “He’ll be all right.” But he never quite believed it from Gaeta’s lips, and he can tell she’s no more convinced. Her eyes keep straying to the side, wide and frantic.
Alarms blare periodically and there are a series of nasty thumps that send shivers through the metal under their feets, but thankfully nothing that sounds like an explosion.
“Landing bay sealed,” the Chief shouts after what seems like an eternity. “Let’s get the CAG out of that plane.”
Even Anders winces at the sight of the Viper as it’s towed into the deck; cracks spiderwebbing the front screen and deep scratches down the nose.
“Lords,” Kara murmurs, her eyes wider than ever. “How did he see anything?”
“Looks as though he ran into some shrapnel. It fried the comm systems,” the Chief shouts over to her, and Anders almost smiles: Operation Defuse Starbuck. “He wouldn’t have been able to let you know about the damage.”
Once he’s been helped out of the cockpit Lee looks pale and shaken, and he sways on his feet as he removes the metal collar from his neck and hands it to a crew member. Kara squeezes Anders’ arm once, hard, and then storms across to where the CAG is standing.
“Motherfrakker!” she yells, and then throws herself at him with insane force. Lee wobbles even more alarmingly but closes his arms around her and they stand there, just stand there, for over a minute. The crew manoeuvre around them patiently, exchanging knowing glances. Allowances have to be made. After all, it’s Starbuckandfrakkingapollo.
Anders’ thoughts are interrupted by one of the other Marines, reminding him to check in to the range for target practice at 1400 hours, and when he next looks over Kara’s hands are fisted awkwardly in the shoulders of Lee’s flight suit and she’s staring at him as though she’s attempting to get a medscan of the bones of his face through sheer force of will. A smile keeps trying to start on her lips; trying and then sputtering away and then trying again, like an engine on a cold day.
~
I think my favourite part is 'Kara kicks a trolley'. Say it out loud. It's fun.
Use of the word 'ship' for Starbuckandapollo was entirely accidental, but I did giggle stupidly for a while when I realised.
Sorry, Anders. At least I let you join the Marines.
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I used the word "smeg" for a while (not consciously) after watching too much Red Dwarf and felt like a total dork (normal in other words).
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Ah yes. The dreaded f word. I used it while the girlf was driving down the motorway the other day and she nearly crashed laughing at the geekiness of me.
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*amused* I'd be a person who did that.
If, you know, plain colours suited me. Alas, 'busy' and 'patterned' does far more, so I cannot have multiple copies.
*grins and pets you*
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And that icon is great. I wanted to make a matching "ya rly" one for Kara, but I couldn't get a good cap.
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YOUR ICON. SO COOL. Anders sits in his room and is emo to Switchfoot. You know this to be true.