DPP: Back to Basics
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no_takebacksIt's Friday! Let's get back to basics. Today's challenge is easy peasy:
LEAVE A PILOTS PROMPT.
Any kind of prompt. Hopefully someone will come along and create something (fic, graphic, poem, haiku, meta, whatever) based on it.
Have fun!
LEAVE A PILOTS PROMPT.
Any kind of prompt. Hopefully someone will come along and create something (fic, graphic, poem, haiku, meta, whatever) based on it.
Have fun!
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Date: 2012-07-06 11:47 am (UTC)The Return, PG (unfinished)
Date: 2012-07-07 12:22 am (UTC)He gets the strangest sense of déjà vu when Lee catches the heavy raider in the periphery of his vision. His eyes flip back to her DRADIS screen. Nothing. But a heavy raider is clearly floating on the edge of the fire fight. With a steady hand, Lee turns his viper towards the phantom ship.
As he gets closer the heavy raider appears completely dead. Lee flips his bird up, back and around, checking out more of what he can’t see on DRADIS. From this distance the fire fight is like celebratory fireworks. He flashes back to the fight for the resurrection ship, his body floating through space as he watched with numbed fascination. His viper comes back even with the heavy raider, bobbing up and down in time with the enemy craft. He doesn’t know why but Lee is certain they should find out what’s going on with this mystery ship.
“Galactica, Apollo. There’s a heavy raider dead in the water out here.”
“Apollo, Actual. Repeat?”
“A heavy raider, no lights just floating out here. I think we need a tow.”
His father doesn’t answer, but Lee is suddenly distracted by the cylons suddenly turning from the Colonial forces. This should seem more bazaar than the drifting raider before him, but after squinting into the action for a moment, Lee refocuses on the heavy raider and its mysteries. He waits by the darkened ship until all of the other vipers have returned to the Galactica, watches as SAR teams drag ship nearly lost in the battle back to the barn. Finally, a raptor comes for him, for his find.
“You better know what you’re doing, Apollo,” Racetrack says dryly.
“I do,” Lee nods. Sure as he knew he needed to out in this fight even though he never engaged, he knows this abandoned heavy raider is important.
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Deck crew in hazard suits and marines stand between Lee and his heavy raider as everyone has already began to call it. His face pinches. His arms cross over his chest. He understands the need for precaution, but it feels wrong. His gut roils and rocks as Tyrol blasts open the hatch and torches light up the interior.
At first, it looks like nothing. The mariner inch closer, lead by guns and the head of the bomb squad. Then the spotlights find something. A body. Lee winces and steps inside the quarantine line even though the memories of the diseases, both human and cylon, weigh heavily upon him. He was the one who wanted to return the favor of genocide on the cylons. His wife, ex-wife, was one of the Sagittarons who was stricken by mellorak.
But Lee moves past the rest of the welcoming committee more determined to figure out who’s lying inside than he cares for saftey. Lee grabs the torch from the nearest knuckledragger and leans inside the rough opening. Blonde hair, that impish nose. Thinner than last he saw her, but he’d know her anywhere.
Kara.
Kara who he last saw flying into that storm. Her viper exploding. He told his father there was nothing to send the SAR birds for. Lee gasps, hears words and shouts of caution and alarm from behind him. He can’t stop moving. He has to get her. She came back. He won’t give up on her again.
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Date: 2012-07-07 04:30 am (UTC)like always because LJ is stupid, so can one of the kind mods please unmark this when they get a chance? The pretty must be shared!(no subject)
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Date: 2012-07-06 05:01 pm (UTC)Like a Slow Fire Burn, pt 1
Date: 2012-07-07 07:21 pm (UTC)Except Kara, who had apparently pulled rank. Clad in just her briefs and a sports bra, she was sprawled on the steel table bisecting the room.
Lee ignored the way his pulse sped up automatically as his gaze passed over her, memories flickering torturously through his mind of the aborted fumbling they'd done on a similar table once before, in another lifetime.
Clearing his throat he stepped further into the room. "Alright, listen up." The pilots quieted, and Kara sat up, hands braced behind her on the table. "There's a malfunction in the air purification unit. They're trying to fix it, but they don't know how long it'll be before it's fully functional again."
The pilots griped and groaned, and Lee held up his hands. "I know, I know. We just have to try to conserve energy and stay cool. I--"
"Oh come on!" whined a voice from the back. "With all due respect, sir, this really sucks! I can't sleep like this and I got CAP in six hours."
Lee froze. He'd only been on this ship a month and didn't know all the pilots names yet. He stalled, his gut churning nervously as he tried to remember the girl's call sign. She flew raptors, that much he knew. Stockcar? No. Suddenly Kara shifted into his line of vision, and winked. "Frak Racetrack," she called out without turning, rolling her eyes at Lee, "with all that hot air you're always blowing, it's a wonder we didn't all pass out from heat stroke ages ago. Suck it up, lieutenant."
Lee heaved a small sigh of relief. "I'm aware of the difficulties, Racetrack. If you'd have let me finish, I would've been able to tell you, I got the commander to lift the water ration to give everyone an extra five minutes of shower time until further notice. So if you want to--" He didn't need to finish, the pilots were already hustling out the door, leaving the bunkroom virtually empty.
Except Kara. She pulled her legs up and swiveled sideways on the table to face him as Lee walked around and opened his locker.
He raised an eyebrow at her while he finally, blessedly, started stripping off his sweat-soaked dress blues. "What, you're not hot?" But he could see beads of perspiration glistening across her collarbone, down the shadowed valley between her breasts. Lee swallowed and turned back to his locker, hanging his jacket up and toeing his shoes off.
"The head ain't going anywhere. I wait twenty minutes and I can enjoy my cold shower in relative privacy."
He grinned as he stripped his tanks over his head. The Gods knew Kara could be impulsive sometimes--well, most of the time--but incongrously as it seemed, she had a talent for planning and strategizing that would've made his instructors at War College proud. "Thanks, by the way." Lee turned his head and saw Kara's eyebrows raise in confusion. "For having my back with Racetrack."
Her lips quirked up in a smile, but she shrugged like it was nothing. "Maggie bitches about everything. You could've offered to personally fan her and feed her grapes and she still would've found something to whine about." She raked a hand through her hair; sweat had darkened the golden strands around her temples and Lee watched the muscles of her arm flex beneath pale skin for a second.
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Date: 2012-07-06 05:50 pm (UTC)celebratory kiss
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