Pilots call me Starbuck you may refer to me as God (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} cpt_starbuck) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} chaos_cube, |
She sighs. "Yeah. I do."
She looks around, she loves her life on Galactica but it's hard to get excited about life on the run, eating algae, risking her life every day.
And she knows the fleet aren't going to welcome them back with open arms.
"What're we going to tell them?" she wonders. She knows if anyone else tirned up with stories of puzzles that transported them to an alternate world that time moved faster in, she'd think they were crazy. Or Cylons. Or both.
She looks around, she loves her life on Galactica but it's hard to get excited about life on the run, eating algae, risking her life every day.
And she knows the fleet aren't going to welcome them back with open arms.
"What're we going to tell them?" she wonders. She knows if anyone else tirned up with stories of puzzles that transported them to an alternate world that time moved faster in, she'd think they were crazy. Or Cylons. Or both.