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fic: newBSG, Resistance By Any Other Name..., PG
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Rating: er. PG? Violence, language?
Set: Ahahah. AU Occupation.
Spoilers: Occupation, Sacrifices.
Pairings: Dualla/Lee, Kara/Anders, Ellen/Saul (referenced).
Length: 1300
Genre: action, gen
Notes: This came about because of this exchange on Prolix_Allie's lj.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
prolix_allie: "while Dee ran around all sweaty and sleeveless and generally kickass on New Caprica" lyssie: "You say that like it's a bad thing. *wants this version* Or the version where it's Lee and Sam getting fat while Kara and Dee run around NewCap all sweaty and hot."
Resistance By Any Other Name...
by ALC Punk!
Dualla ignored the trickle of sweat until it threatened to drop into her eyes. With a quick, impatient movement, she wiped it away. Her fingers were steady as she settled the detonator in amongst the wires attaching it to the rectangles of explosive.
"Hurry, hurry," muttered Starbuck, fidgety as always.
If Dee could have chosen, she would have chosen Barolay to back her up, but there hadn't been time. The intel they'd gotten had been too golden to pass up, and Starbuck was hanging around their staging area, looking for something to do.
"Quiet, or I'll blow us both up."
"Next time, I get to set the explosive--you're sure it'll work?"
Starbuck was arrogant, but not stupid, and Dee had to admit she wasn't bad backup. She was just impatient and couldn't sit still to save her life. Dee would have joined her in the impatience, but she was saving that for when her husband got his ass back to New Caprica.
If he got his ass back. She wasn't so sure he would, and she knew Kara wasn't sure Adama would return for them either.
Colonel Tigh might be a font of faith, but he hadn't lived through the last four months, watching the settlement change. Hell, he didn't even know how Ellen had gotten him out of the detention center, and neither she nor Starbuck was liable to tell him.
"I swear--" Starbuck began.
Throwing a hand out, Dee smacked her knee. "Shut up. I'm done."
As one, they were up and moving back away from the pillar. And just in time, too, as a group of skin-jobs and bucket-heads came through the hangar doorway. The two women dropped behind the meager shelter of a stack of barrels, and Dee almost echoed Starbuck's curse as they dropped into mud. She'd been covered in worse, since this guerrilla war began, though.
"Now?"
"No."
Starbuck didn't move, then. Even in her impatience Dee figured she knew that getting caught would screw up both their plans--especially since the rumor on the street was that Leoben Conoy was still looking for Starbuck.
Back before the Cylons had arrived, Sam Anders and a group of civilians had been shipped up to help bring down one of the last passenger liners. Unfortunately, they'd still been there when the fleet jumped away in response to the invading Cylon presence. Dee wasn't sure she could blame the Adamas for abandoning them to their fates, but she wasn't sure she'd be able to forgive them, either. If she hadn't been down on New Caprica for a courier run, she wouldn't have been with Starbuck when Conoy came for her, though.
Dee didn't want to think about what would have happened if she hadn't used her side-arm on the skin-job.
In the months since, he'd tried a few more times, but some of the other skin-jobs seemed to think he was crazy in the head and blocked his demands that he be allowed to do as he pleased.
While it could have been President Baltar, Dee's guess, from the little she'd seen among the inner circle, was that it was the tall blonde one. Caprica, they called her, and the other skin-jobs seemed to have some sort of reverence for her, though it was also wearing off, the longer their little resistance went on.
"Now?"
Dee stuck her head up, calculating the relative positions of the bucket-heads, then dropped back down, and muttered, "Now."
The explosion rocked the area, showering them with debris and dust. Dee coughed as it began to settle and followed Starbuck's lead when the other woman hauled her to her feet. They moved out, ducking in and out of cover as they fled the scene while behind them, the heavy raider caught and a secondary explosion--much more powerful than the first--shattered the air.
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"Go, us," Starbuck said, her grin wider than her face.
Dee looked up from where she was dusting her legs off and had to laugh--Kara was covered in dust and mud, and didn't seem to care. "For super-secret resistance leaders, we don't look like much," she pointed out, her tone dry.
"Honey," Kara spread her arms, "We don't need to look like much if we're making headway." She smirked and glanced up the street to where a troop of bucket-heads was double-timing it towards the distant hangar. "What we need is a huge bottle of ambrosia. To celebrate."
Dee snorted, "Shouldn't we be doing something useful, like reporting to Roslin?"
"She knows--" Starbuck waved at the smoke plumes, "No one could miss that frakker."
"You have a point, I suppose."
"I always have a point." Tugging at Dee's arm, Starbuck started down the tent street, almost dancing.
As amusing as Kara's antics were, Dee wondered how much of it was cover for how desperate their situation was. If the resistance were found out, it wouldn't take much to crush them, and then the colonials really would be under the heel of the Cylons. She glanced again at the smoke rising into the sky and felt a strange shiver pass through her.
On the other hand, if she gave up hope, then Colonel Tigh would be it. And she doubted he and Roslin would be as good at this without them. They needed her and Starbuck, needed their charisma and feet. And hands.
Dee put on a little speed and caught up with Starbuck, shoving her a little. "You're buying the first round."
"Hey--"
"I kicked your ass at pyramid last week, remember?"
"I was drunk!"
"Doesn't count. I still won."
Starbuck glared for a moment, then threw back her head and laughed. She tugged Dee under her arm, and started swaggering down the street. "Fine, fine. I'll buy the first round. But you're makin' cyclops buy the second."
"Oh, frak no. He's still our commanding officer." Even if they'd done fine without him.
"Doesn't count. I'm a civilian, remember?"
Dualla laughed, her arm moving around Kara's waist to steady herself as a bad patch of mud almost over-set them. "You're as much a civilian now as you were a year ago, Starbuck."
"Right."
The tent-cum-bar loomed and Starbuck pulled away to yank open the flap and saunter in. "Dee's buying," she called.
A muted cheer arose, and Dee's eyes widened. She shoved into the tent, and contradicted Kara, "I am not!" When the seven people inside loudly protested, she sighed. "Fine. One round. No more, though! Starbuck--"
"Hey, Dee--" a hand caught her shoulder and she was tugged into a hug by Billy Keikaya. His voice dropped to a soft whisper when his mouth was near her ear, "Roslin needs to see you."
"Billy!" Dee clapped him on the back, returning the hug, grateful that they'd been able to move past her turning him down and then marrying Lee Adama. Sometimes, she wondered what would have happened if the bullet hadn't been a little higher, like Cottle had ranted about after performing open heart surgery on him. "We'll be there," she hissed before stepping back and moving to steal Starbuck's drink.
"Hey--Billy!" Leaving her drink to Dee, Kara threw herself at Billy. Maybe it was his height, or maybe Kara just wanted news of Roslin.
Dee sipped the ambrosia and shook her head as she scanned the crowd. No one had ever told her that being a resistance leader was three-quarters socializing and one-quarter absolute terror. OK. And one-half fun when you got to blow shit up.
Maybe when Tyrol got that list of freqs from his inside contact, they might actually be able to turn it from casual harassment to something meaningful. She'd considered running through every frequency she knew to find the ones the Cylons weren't jamming, but that would take weeks, and she had better things to do with her time.
Dee could always hope. For one thing, she hadn't had sex in four months.
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Rating: er. PG? Violence, language?
Set: Ahahah. AU Occupation.
Spoilers: Occupation, Sacrifices.
Pairings: Dualla/Lee, Kara/Anders, Ellen/Saul (referenced).
Length: 1300
Genre: action, gen
Notes: This came about because of this exchange on Prolix_Allie's lj.
prolix_allie: "while Dee ran around all sweaty and sleeveless and generally kickass on New Caprica" lyssie: "You say that like it's a bad thing. *wants this version* Or the version where it's Lee and Sam getting fat while Kara and Dee run around NewCap all sweaty and hot." Resistance By Any Other Name...
by ALC Punk!
Dualla ignored the trickle of sweat until it threatened to drop into her eyes. With a quick, impatient movement, she wiped it away. Her fingers were steady as she settled the detonator in amongst the wires attaching it to the rectangles of explosive.
"Hurry, hurry," muttered Starbuck, fidgety as always.
If Dee could have chosen, she would have chosen Barolay to back her up, but there hadn't been time. The intel they'd gotten had been too golden to pass up, and Starbuck was hanging around their staging area, looking for something to do.
"Quiet, or I'll blow us both up."
"Next time, I get to set the explosive--you're sure it'll work?"
Starbuck was arrogant, but not stupid, and Dee had to admit she wasn't bad backup. She was just impatient and couldn't sit still to save her life. Dee would have joined her in the impatience, but she was saving that for when her husband got his ass back to New Caprica.
If he got his ass back. She wasn't so sure he would, and she knew Kara wasn't sure Adama would return for them either.
Colonel Tigh might be a font of faith, but he hadn't lived through the last four months, watching the settlement change. Hell, he didn't even know how Ellen had gotten him out of the detention center, and neither she nor Starbuck was liable to tell him.
"I swear--" Starbuck began.
Throwing a hand out, Dee smacked her knee. "Shut up. I'm done."
As one, they were up and moving back away from the pillar. And just in time, too, as a group of skin-jobs and bucket-heads came through the hangar doorway. The two women dropped behind the meager shelter of a stack of barrels, and Dee almost echoed Starbuck's curse as they dropped into mud. She'd been covered in worse, since this guerrilla war began, though.
"Now?"
"No."
Starbuck didn't move, then. Even in her impatience Dee figured she knew that getting caught would screw up both their plans--especially since the rumor on the street was that Leoben Conoy was still looking for Starbuck.
Back before the Cylons had arrived, Sam Anders and a group of civilians had been shipped up to help bring down one of the last passenger liners. Unfortunately, they'd still been there when the fleet jumped away in response to the invading Cylon presence. Dee wasn't sure she could blame the Adamas for abandoning them to their fates, but she wasn't sure she'd be able to forgive them, either. If she hadn't been down on New Caprica for a courier run, she wouldn't have been with Starbuck when Conoy came for her, though.
Dee didn't want to think about what would have happened if she hadn't used her side-arm on the skin-job.
In the months since, he'd tried a few more times, but some of the other skin-jobs seemed to think he was crazy in the head and blocked his demands that he be allowed to do as he pleased.
While it could have been President Baltar, Dee's guess, from the little she'd seen among the inner circle, was that it was the tall blonde one. Caprica, they called her, and the other skin-jobs seemed to have some sort of reverence for her, though it was also wearing off, the longer their little resistance went on.
"Now?"
Dee stuck her head up, calculating the relative positions of the bucket-heads, then dropped back down, and muttered, "Now."
The explosion rocked the area, showering them with debris and dust. Dee coughed as it began to settle and followed Starbuck's lead when the other woman hauled her to her feet. They moved out, ducking in and out of cover as they fled the scene while behind them, the heavy raider caught and a secondary explosion--much more powerful than the first--shattered the air.
-=-
"Go, us," Starbuck said, her grin wider than her face.
Dee looked up from where she was dusting her legs off and had to laugh--Kara was covered in dust and mud, and didn't seem to care. "For super-secret resistance leaders, we don't look like much," she pointed out, her tone dry.
"Honey," Kara spread her arms, "We don't need to look like much if we're making headway." She smirked and glanced up the street to where a troop of bucket-heads was double-timing it towards the distant hangar. "What we need is a huge bottle of ambrosia. To celebrate."
Dee snorted, "Shouldn't we be doing something useful, like reporting to Roslin?"
"She knows--" Starbuck waved at the smoke plumes, "No one could miss that frakker."
"You have a point, I suppose."
"I always have a point." Tugging at Dee's arm, Starbuck started down the tent street, almost dancing.
As amusing as Kara's antics were, Dee wondered how much of it was cover for how desperate their situation was. If the resistance were found out, it wouldn't take much to crush them, and then the colonials really would be under the heel of the Cylons. She glanced again at the smoke rising into the sky and felt a strange shiver pass through her.
On the other hand, if she gave up hope, then Colonel Tigh would be it. And she doubted he and Roslin would be as good at this without them. They needed her and Starbuck, needed their charisma and feet. And hands.
Dee put on a little speed and caught up with Starbuck, shoving her a little. "You're buying the first round."
"Hey--"
"I kicked your ass at pyramid last week, remember?"
"I was drunk!"
"Doesn't count. I still won."
Starbuck glared for a moment, then threw back her head and laughed. She tugged Dee under her arm, and started swaggering down the street. "Fine, fine. I'll buy the first round. But you're makin' cyclops buy the second."
"Oh, frak no. He's still our commanding officer." Even if they'd done fine without him.
"Doesn't count. I'm a civilian, remember?"
Dualla laughed, her arm moving around Kara's waist to steady herself as a bad patch of mud almost over-set them. "You're as much a civilian now as you were a year ago, Starbuck."
"Right."
The tent-cum-bar loomed and Starbuck pulled away to yank open the flap and saunter in. "Dee's buying," she called.
A muted cheer arose, and Dee's eyes widened. She shoved into the tent, and contradicted Kara, "I am not!" When the seven people inside loudly protested, she sighed. "Fine. One round. No more, though! Starbuck--"
"Hey, Dee--" a hand caught her shoulder and she was tugged into a hug by Billy Keikaya. His voice dropped to a soft whisper when his mouth was near her ear, "Roslin needs to see you."
"Billy!" Dee clapped him on the back, returning the hug, grateful that they'd been able to move past her turning him down and then marrying Lee Adama. Sometimes, she wondered what would have happened if the bullet hadn't been a little higher, like Cottle had ranted about after performing open heart surgery on him. "We'll be there," she hissed before stepping back and moving to steal Starbuck's drink.
"Hey--Billy!" Leaving her drink to Dee, Kara threw herself at Billy. Maybe it was his height, or maybe Kara just wanted news of Roslin.
Dee sipped the ambrosia and shook her head as she scanned the crowd. No one had ever told her that being a resistance leader was three-quarters socializing and one-quarter absolute terror. OK. And one-half fun when you got to blow shit up.
Maybe when Tyrol got that list of freqs from his inside contact, they might actually be able to turn it from casual harassment to something meaningful. She'd considered running through every frequency she knew to find the ones the Cylons weren't jamming, but that would take weeks, and she had better things to do with her time.
Dee could always hope. For one thing, she hadn't had sex in four months.
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Thank you ;)
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I also enjoy the idea of Lee and Sam back on the ship eating noodles and tearing each other's hair out. Hee!
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It was all boys. I like boys. But. I wanted women blowing things up. At least Seelix was awesome.
Thank you. =)
The boys... well, Sam is not eating noodles, though Lee might be.
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*does a happy dance* And damn, I think the occupation would have been more interesting and awesome if the girls had just gone "Oh, FUCK THAT." and beat people up.
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Also. I may be mean to him later on. Oops?
Thank you =)
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Thank you =)
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Thank you =)
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and Roslinwould be as good at this without them. They needed her and Starbuck, needed their charisma and feet." I know you don't like Dee-haters, but its not that really - I just am not of fan of Kara being out-awesome-ed by anyone else (other than Roslin or Anders, that is). (oh, and maybe Adama.) But, well, Viva La Difference! (er, how's that for fb?)no subject
The funny thing is, Dee and Kara can be equally awesome. This isn't some competition.
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Also the idea of the men folk Lee, Sam, Helo and the Old Man fighting for a way to get back to rescue their little women who are just as kickass or more than them.
More Please!
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Being written by people who don't like her makes it hard for her to be written well, I've found. (
I've said this before, but one of the things I hated most about the resistance on New Caprica was how barely ANY of the women were involved. Barolay was in the webisodes, but barely in the main plot. Seelix had a small bit. Roslin sort of was there. but it was mostly the Men Doing Things. And it was terribly annoying. Bah.(especially since you can't convince me Cally wouldn't have been all over that, damn)
I've got a whole bunch of this AU written, though I don't remember if it's this precise one. But it's the women on New Caprica running the resistance (including Cally), and I don't remember if they need the Galactica in the end or not. Heh.
The men folk are only going to manage because they have Kat and Racetrack. ;D
Thank you. =)
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