DPP: War Games

[pennyante.livejournal.com]

Hi, everyone! Last week was awesome, this week we're trying for it again. I’m Penny, and I’ll be your latest  hostess-who-can’t-get-enough-pilots all week! I still feel sorta new around here—it’s just been a couple of months. So I’m sad to be the one to break some terrible news: 

There are mad TV-clip eating Cylons on the loose and they are trying to devour your favorite pilot!scenes from Battlestar Galactica. Any scene they eat will disappear from human history as though it never happened!

Starbuck and Apollo, for once, can't save themselves. So we're sending in the troops.

And the troops are you, team. Your mission:  save any small segment of pilot-y goodness you can't live without!

Available Tactics:

Use your body as a shield:  name the scene! Explain why the Cylons must not have it!

Fire back: throw up the clip, or pics from it!

Sneak attack:  Write a ficlet/drabble inspired by the scene of your choice!

Mount an offensive:  Team up with fellow shippers to save a particular scene with tactics of your choice!

Today's all about setting aside the scenes you wouldn't change--great character moments, lines of dialogue, hotness, fights, eye-makeouts, actual makeouts, fears and revelations. Each new thread should be about one scene. Remember that any scene you don’t claim will be digesting in a humanoid Cylon belly--so unless you want Aaron Doral getting fat off your favorite pilot-y scene, you gotta save ‘em!

Comments

Take THAT, you metal motherfrakkers!

[callmeonetrack.livejournal.com]

Two (old, because I am lazy) descriptions of one of my most fave pilot scenes:

The Meta Description:
Pilots are trapped in the firing range. Almost dying of no oxygen. But before they do they're gonna eyefrak in silly yellow safety glasses and grin at each other and get nose to nose and GODDAMIT HOT DOG COULDN'T YOU HAVE PICKED A BETTER TIME TO PASS OUT AND NEARLY DIE? Ahem. They were sooooo gonna kiss. Um but anyway then they are gasping and sweaty and crawling on the floor to each other and tanks are rucked up over bellies and there is GUNPORN and hands fondling each other and hard gun shafts and um...wonder twin powers activating to save their collective asses by shooting the glass out. And then they collapse together on the floor her hand on his chest and her head practically on his shoulder and it's lovely. (from K/L Defining Moments Picspam (http://taragel.livejournal.com/92759.html))

The Fic Description:
They’re in the firing range and Lee is angry, pissing and moaning about the Chief’s little project, when it suddenly just all strikes Kara as hysterical. She starts laughing and doesn’t stop, doesn’t stop when Lee takes off the goggles and moves closer, doesn’t stop until there’s not much more than a breath between them. She sucks that breath in and her head spins crazily and she can’t look away from his eyes, and then Hot Dog falls (and who knew he was even still in the room), breaking the moment, and she’s laughing again. But Lee isn’t. He’s gasping and crawling towards the door, muttering something about “no air” and slamming himself against the steel hatch. And suddenly her breath comes shorter and her head is spinning again, and there’s no mistaking it for that other feeling now. Her throat closes and she gasps and gasps and crawls toward Lee. She tries to shoot the window out, her arm swinging unsteadily away from her target. Her lungs burn as she pulls herself forward and Lee is fumbling for ammo and then together, they reload the gun. It feels heavier than a cannon and she doesn’t think she can lift it but then Lee’s hand wraps around hers, strong fingers squeezing, and her head tilts against his as they lift and aim together and then the glass explodes and air rushes into the room. She gulps it in, sagging back down and then she’s laughing again, and he is too, giddy with relief and adrenaline. Kara lets herself curl into him, her head resting on his chest, fingers patting weakly against still-heaving muscle. (from Nine Lives (http://taragel.livejournal.com/164307.html#cutid1))

Re: Take THAT, you metal motherfrakkers!

[onlyariana.livejournal.com]

I loved the description from Nine Lives because that's what I thought (though maybe reading that is *why* I thought it, not sure). They didn't realize all the oxygen was leaving the room because they were up in each other's faces and breathless is how that normally feels. <3

And also the working together to do the impossible. Again <3

Re: Take THAT, you metal motherfrakkers!

[callmeonetrack.livejournal.com]

I just love everything about this scene. The banter, the teamwork, the saving each other's lives, the cuddling. <3 <3 MAKES MY HEART SO HAPPY!