
Fandom is always changing! In the last few months, some familiar faces have been dipping their toes into writing for BSG. The following authors bring with them the energy, talent and boundless enthusiasm that keeps the Kara / Lee ship alive. If you HAVEN’T read fic by these authors, you should be now! They are changing the face of fandom as we speak!
Three cheers for the New Release Blockbuster category! (That is why they get my FAVORITE manip!)
Be the FIRST to read these AMAZING snippets of fic... and then guess, argue, and figure out who wrote WHAT.
Authors:
nazkey
mserrada
thrace_adama
kdbleu
Selection Q:
Starbuck considered for a moment trying to use the cot as a battering ram, but without a couple more people to add mass, it wouldn’t do much more then scratch the paint. With her back to the door, she grimly stared at the mess she’d made, and all for naught.
With a frustrated sigh, she conceded that there just wasn’t anything she could use as a weapon. Then her eyes fell again on the shredded fabric…and lingered. A slow smile stretched her lips and her jade eyes took on an stony glint as she sat down beside the tattered remnants and began to pull long strips of material free.
Casting occasional glances at the door, Kara got to work, focusing on her task and not the myriad of thoughts that wanted to swamp her. Such as where the frak was the Galactica…and was Sam ok? No, she wouldn’t let herself be distracted right now.
She started to hum and tunneled her vision to only her fingers.
Selection R:
Leland J. Adama was always the stand up, law-abiding, rule-following, poster child of the famous (and infamous) Commander Adama. It’s not that he didn’t want to let loose or that he was incapable of it. It was just something he ... didn’t do. He had a few years left in his military career and he was damned if he’d let that sonofabitch father of his ever ... EVER ... accuse him of not living up to the full Adama potential. So he never bent the rules, followed orders, kept his idealism in check and his thoughts (mostly) to himself. He was Leland J. Adama, he was Apollo and he was “perfect.” He was all of those things until the night he showed up for dinner with his brother and met the woman whose very existence defied every rule.
Kara Thrace liked her men easy. Not just in the sack, although that was a bonus, but with HER. She didn't like complications, didn't want anyone to try to reach into her soul and dig up things better left alone. It’s not that she didn’t have a softer side, the side that craved ... CRAVED ... tenderness and affection. But it wasn’t a side she shared with anyone, because really, what was the point? So she wore her cocky bravado like a second skin, strut around with her fierce (and fearless) attitude, didn’t take crap from anyone and chose to be with men who were easy and accepting of her persona. She was Kara Thrace, yes, but for all intents and purposes, she was Starbuck, gifted rebel viper jock and she was “God.” She was all of those things until the night she met Zak's older brother and his piercing blue eyes bore through and left a wreckage of all her carefully constructed walls.
The evening was a dragged out game of push and pull, of stolen glances, of faint blushes, of deep breaths trying to calm beating hearts, of talking about inconsequential things, of swapping stories and trying to one-up each others’ flight stats. The alcohol flowed and guards went down. Furtive glances turned to longing stares. Faint blushes turned to heat pooling in their guts. Accidental brushes of fingers lingered just a second too long. Sitting there at the table, with Zak passed out on the couch, their conversation at a dead stop because really, they had nothing else to say to each other, nothing that wasn’t dangerous and wrong, Kara reached for the only line of defense left to her. "You and I ... Right here. Right now.” And they were lost.
Selection S:
Watching from across the rec room as Kara grinned at something Helo said, Lee took a rare (okay, maybe not so rare, if he were honest with himself) moment to just look at and consider this woman whose role in his life he never could seem to define, especially now, at the end of the world. If he was Apollo, Lee secretly thought that she could only be his Artemis. Kara was his almost-sister, his best friend, his wingman. But deeper down, he could admit that she was also his Aphrodite. She was his everything. Starbuck was…she was beautiful and reckless and so damn cocky it made his teeth grind. She was loyal and brilliant and Lee didn’t think he’d have made it a week on Galactica without her. Of course, he could never tell her any of that; among one of the many reasons, he didn’t want to swell her head to even more massive proportions. So as she began striding over to him with hips swinging unconsciously and green eyes gleaming mischievously, Lee hid his anticipation and put on his game face, asking warily: “What’s up, Starbuck?”
Selection T:
Lee Adama’s glad to have an excuse to leave the party that’s roaming through the rec room and bunk rooms of the Galactica. Being the commander of the Pegasus has its advantages. He hasn’t run into Kara and Anders, yet. It’s bound to happen if he doesn’t get off this ship.
He makes his way to the flight deck. There’s a raptor waiting for him.
What he hasn’t planned is the woman pacing in front of the wing, below the open door. Kara Thrace runs a hand through her hair. It almost looks like she’s talking to herself.
“Thought you’d be relishing your status as queen of the rescue down there.” He greets her with an uncomfortable laugh.
“I needed to check something.” She stops in front of him. Her brow furrows. She begins to move again.
“I’m sure the deck crew is more than willing to check anything the conquering hero needs checked.”
“This isn’t something someone else can really check.”
“Oh. Conscientious then?”
“Something like that.” She’s openly cryptic. It’s off putting.
“Well, let me get out of your way then.” He says. Before he can call to his pilot, Kara’s spun towards him. Backing him into the raptor. He bumps against the bird.
She’s kissing him. Her hands are already in his hair. His lips open and his tongue darts to play with Kara’s. She’s smiling, laughing. Maybe at him. He pulls away.
“Hey.” It comes out harsher than he means. Her face twists in thought. Her eyes drop to the metal decking below their feet. She steps back, and he touches her arm to stop her.
“How’d your check go?” His hand still at her arm propels her back towards him.
“Found out what I needed.” She nods purposefully, bites her lip hard in deep thought. “Yeah. Yeah, it was good.”
“You look confused.” His tone is almost playful.
“Hmm?” Her eyes pop back to meet his. “I’m not confused.” She crosses her arms at her chest. Glaring.
He’s overstepped. Shouldn’t have said anything. He needs to holler at his pilot. There’s no one else in sight. He needs to get back to his ship. Let Kara go back to her party.
“I’m going to go.” Lee starts to move away from her. “I should go.”
Kara holds out her hand. She doesn’t even touch him, it stops him. He shifts back to her. Grabbing her up in his arms and kissing her full and open. He can feel her shaking ever so slightly against him.“Shh.
Good. Better. Very.” Her halting words pull him closer to her. Her head tips into his shoulder for a moment before she meets his eyes again.
“So this is…”
“Yeah, Lee. Yeah.”
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Date: 2010-10-12 05:26 am (UTC)Thx for the shout out bb. Like I said earlier, you're the freakishly talented one here.
xoxo
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Date: 2010-10-12 05:31 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-10-12 06:29 am (UTC)Q maybe is mserrada. Don't know who she is, but the drabble seems to include a line about Kara worrying about SAM, and uh, none of the other ladies would write that for a K/L comm I'm guessing? Or at all? ;) *shrugs* It does seem like this is part of a bigger fic, as I'm not sure what quite is going on.
R is Nazkey. I think there's an excitement level here--some capslocky going on and a lot adamant protestation--that reminds me of her. :)
S is thrace_adama. Because my girl knows her pilots but she doesn't consider herself a writer so she wouldn't do dialogue. :)
T is kdbleu, because that dialogue is hers I think.
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Date: 2010-10-12 07:03 am (UTC)R is Naz. After having talked to ya on the phone, bb, the flow is very much yours.
S is thrace_adama. You may laugh, but after having talked to you too, I can completely hear the "if he were honest with himself" and "swell her head" coming out of your mouth, hon. The word choice/grammar is yours. It's also succinct, which I expect is important in your career.
I think T is kdbleu, as it's pilots-centric, which I would expect from her.
Then Q would be mserrada's, but I have little faith in myself with this one since I don't think I've met him/her yet.
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Date: 2010-10-12 12:43 pm (UTC)R: nazkey
S: thrace_adama
T: kdbleu
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Date: 2010-10-12 03:08 pm (UTC)Q: kdbleu
R: mserrada
S: thrace_adama
T: nazkey
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Date: 2010-10-12 05:39 pm (UTC)Q: kdbleu. Within context, knowing that it's set on NC, and presumably close to canon, I could see this description of Kara, and where Kara's head is at, coming from her.
R: Nazkey. S was the other contender as her piece. But this one also reminds me of the interaction between Lee and Kara in First Impressions. So.
S: Thrace_adama. So very pilots, and I just can't see the other options as her style of writing.
T: mserrada. Process of elimination.
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Date: 2010-10-12 06:00 pm (UTC)Also, I am sad to say I can't participate in ANY of these posts. I recognize the authors' names, but it's been so long since I read BSG fic (and even longer since I read it regularly). D:
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Date: 2010-10-12 06:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-12 06:14 pm (UTC)I lured her into the spotlight. Isn't that AWESOME! I absolutely LOVE this category because there are so many difficult choices. Hee hee!
Thanks for the great comments! K :>)
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Date: 2010-10-12 06:16 pm (UTC)And cheers to you for participating and joining us! We'll lure you back to BSG... just wait! :>D
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Date: 2010-10-12 06:26 pm (UTC)Also, the Star Wars manip was awesome too. Bill as Obi-Wan. *snicker* But then, who is Darth Vader? Tigh? Because those two were like OMGFRIENDS until Vader went all YAYPOWER and got all crazy. Plus there's all that stuff about dead wives blah blah blah.
Really, I just want to see Adama and Tigh duking it out with lightsabers. Is that so much to ask? I mean, come on, where's that manip? :D
As for BSG, well, it's like a first boyfriend
who liked to beat people upwho you can't ever really forget. But now there's this new, shiny boyfriend around, so you're kinda infatuated and have almost totally forgotten the first guy. ;Pno subject
Date: 2010-10-12 06:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-12 06:33 pm (UTC)(And yes, HE IS STILL NEW AND SHINY
even though it's been two yearsAND HE IS MY LOVE.)no subject
Date: 2010-10-12 06:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-12 06:38 pm (UTC)Ooh, I've heard of Fringe. He's a great guy. I'm sure it will be a very happy relationship. ;)
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Date: 2010-10-12 06:50 pm (UTC)Shirtless pretty is always good. Maybe I'll give your new boyfriend a look-see. You're up for sharing, aren't you?
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Date: 2010-10-12 07:26 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-10-12 08:38 pm (UTC)Q: thrace_adama
R: kdbleu
S: mserrada
T: nazkey
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Date: 2010-10-12 10:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-12 11:18 pm (UTC)Q - wow, intriguing. It actually took me a while to place this; it could be the start of just about anything rather than Kara-in-the-dollhouse. It would be interesting if it turned out to be something else entirely!
R - I love the sense of doom in this one
S - Aww, Lee... you are so cute and oblivious. I imagine Kara straddling him here and going all at it... even with Helo watching. (Helo would just cackle at the look on Lee's face and leave them to it)
T - THIS IS HOW IT SHOULD HAVE HAPPENED!
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Date: 2010-10-13 12:15 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-10-13 12:56 am (UTC)Thanks! *grins*
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Date: 2010-10-13 01:50 am (UTC):D
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Date: 2010-10-13 01:53 am (UTC)Remind me after the DPP week. Right now I'm armpit deep in comments and I still have to do manips before I post tonight,... *panics*
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Date: 2010-10-13 02:53 am (UTC)LOL &hearts &hearts &hearts
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Date: 2010-10-13 02:56 am (UTC)I hate the table frak scene so much, I'm constantly trying to justify it for myself somehow. *sigh* Poor pilots.
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Date: 2010-10-13 05:07 am (UTC)Also, your knowledge and characterization of pilots is right on target. The lines I quoted made me grin. Major kudos from one K/L "I don't write fic" type to another for writing and posting!! :)
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