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SCAM: Battlestar Galactica
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Set: During the mini-series. I hate the scene on Caprica. This is a much better version, as far as I'm concerned. Contains: A spoiler or two.
Rating: PG.
Trading Logically
by ALC Punk!
Not. Logical. This didn't compute, it didn't fit the parameters. Boomer stared at Helo, her eyes wide, her mind uncomprehending for a moment. Then she shook her head. "No."
"That's an ORDER, Lieutenant."
She glanced at Dr. Baltar, the way he slithered, and then nodded. Once. "Everyone get on board. Doctor, I need your assistance for a moment."
Helo turned away, looked at the other refugees.
It happened faster than she'd expected it to. Her pistol butt impacted on the back of Helo's skull and he went down. "Sorry." She whispered. And then she was dragging him back to the ship. "Everyone on board, now!"
"What about --" The doctor faltered as he met her gaze. "I didn't."
"Stay with your planet, doctor. Maybe things will get better."
Helo was almost a dead-weight as she lugged him on-board. The others eyed her for a moment, then settled down. "Hang on to your hats." Such an odd phrase.
The ship began to lift, and she knew this was the right decision. Through the cockpit window, she could see the other survivors, watching with something akin to hatred. Dr. Baltar was still and stiff, his gaze haunted. The ship shuddered, and a glanced showed a man desperately clinging to her wing. Idiot, she thought, dipping sideways just enough that he tumbled and fell.
And then she had enough lift, and the atmosphere was close enough to touch.
She had made the right decision. Lieutenant Sharon 'Boomer' Valerii nodded once to herself. And her lips twitched. This was logical.
-f-
Set: During the mini-series. I hate the scene on Caprica. This is a much better version, as far as I'm concerned. Contains: A spoiler or two.
Rating: PG.
Trading Logically
by ALC Punk!
Not. Logical. This didn't compute, it didn't fit the parameters. Boomer stared at Helo, her eyes wide, her mind uncomprehending for a moment. Then she shook her head. "No."
"That's an ORDER, Lieutenant."
She glanced at Dr. Baltar, the way he slithered, and then nodded. Once. "Everyone get on board. Doctor, I need your assistance for a moment."
Helo turned away, looked at the other refugees.
It happened faster than she'd expected it to. Her pistol butt impacted on the back of Helo's skull and he went down. "Sorry." She whispered. And then she was dragging him back to the ship. "Everyone on board, now!"
"What about --" The doctor faltered as he met her gaze. "I didn't."
"Stay with your planet, doctor. Maybe things will get better."
Helo was almost a dead-weight as she lugged him on-board. The others eyed her for a moment, then settled down. "Hang on to your hats." Such an odd phrase.
The ship began to lift, and she knew this was the right decision. Through the cockpit window, she could see the other survivors, watching with something akin to hatred. Dr. Baltar was still and stiff, his gaze haunted. The ship shuddered, and a glanced showed a man desperately clinging to her wing. Idiot, she thought, dipping sideways just enough that he tumbled and fell.
And then she had enough lift, and the atmosphere was close enough to touch.
She had made the right decision. Lieutenant Sharon 'Boomer' Valerii nodded once to herself. And her lips twitched. This was logical.
-f-