| Daphne AU pt 3 |
[Mar. 24th, 2009|05:22 pm] |
After just a couple more weeks of academy, Daphne was finally graduating from flight school. It was known that she was graduating as one of the best and it was rumored that everyone from the top of the military command to the new nuggets would be coming out to watch the graduation. So as she got dressed in her flight uniform for the ceremony, she hoped that maybe; maybe her mother would show up. There was absolutely no way she couldn't know about it as the ceremony announcement had been in the paper. Her name was there along with everyone elses, so she knew that there was no way Laura couldn't know. The thought that she might be there to tell her she was proud and that she was sorry; the idea that they'd reconnect was something she thought about all the time, so she couldn't help it when she let herself get hopeful.
During the ceremony she looked around for her mom, trying to find her in the crowd but she couldn't see her. She was pretty far away though, so she just figured they were missing each other. When she stood to accept her wings and saluted Adama, she was grinning from ear to ear, and reached to shake his hand. She couldn't believe that she'd finally done it; that she had this major accomplishment under her belt. As soon as the ceremony was over, she scanned the crowd her her mom, but then people began to thin out. Still she waited, sitting down on one of the chairs, looking over the pin she'd taken off her collar so that she could admire it. Looking at the certificate that Adama had signed and reading it over and over again. Finally, it was almost dark and everyone was mostly gone. And still she sat, this time so mad at herself for getting her hopes up that she didn't think she could face getting up and going to any of the parties. |
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| AU 2: Bill/Laura, Caprica before the Fall, Rebekah |
[Mar. 23rd, 2009|04:22 am] |
This should start to go in order now. Apologies!
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| this is what happens late at night and under the influence and you badger me with lulz. |
[Feb. 1st, 2009|03:40 pm] |
Frakking zombies. They were able to look past the fact that Earth was nothing but a worthless deserted wasteland out in the middle of the galaxy. The place that they'd been trying to find for years. So many people had died along the way, and for what? All for them to find a planet that probably hadn't been inhabited for years. But really, that wasn't even the worst of it. The planet was taken over by frakking zombies. Bill would've liked to shit his pants upon finding this out.
There had been a decision among a slim few humans, banded with the cylons mostly, to either run or stay on Galactica and face the harsh realities that they were being overrun by a few punks who only wanted to see the walls splattered with their blood. After four years at serving at the helm, it hadn't been easy, but the first time Bill had a gun pointed to his face was the last time he had a gun pointed to his face. At that point, it was all over for him, and Bill didn't frakking care who he had to take down in the process. He refused to die on that ship, and he refused to let anyone else do so either. Cylon or not.
They'd gotten back to Earth by means of the Cylon Basestar, the few of them. They'd gathered up all the supplies they needed; food and water, guns and ammo, and everything little in between and set out to find a piece of the planet that could be inhabited by life. Which meant they had to search for days, flying Raptors and Heavy Raiders over the planet in a more thorough search than they'd done before. There was been no turning back after that. It took days, but the feeling of satisfaction came when they found a place that hadn't been completely destroyed by nuclear war.
It was an abandoned city of sorts, with buildings still standing tall under the weight of thousands of years of pressure. It was peaceful there and settling had been easy. They could almost forget that this was Earth. He and Laura had moved into one of those abandoned buildings after raiding it for supplies. It wasn't much, just a small apartment on the ground floor which quickly became home. There was a kitchen, a bathroom, a mattress on the floor and a couch in the corner of the room upon entering. It wasn't much, but it sure as hell beat being, well, dead.
The peaceful facade had been broken a few days later, when, like they were almost cursed, their city had been over run in the night by zombies. The people that they'd brought there could only stare out of their windows in horror, wide eyed as they watched these things raid their streets in the middle of the night. They could only hope that they would soon be gone. That hope was ultimately destroyed when after a few days, they'd discovered signs of life. Watching countless skinjobs being dragged into the streets and ripped to shreds had hardened all of them into the realization that it was never going to not be a struggle to survive.
Bill sat with Laura now in front of their little home. It was still early enough in the afternoon to be able to sit out in the open and enjoy the only slightly tainted air and the sun that seemed to burn down on them that day. It felt like the summers back on Caprica before the genocide, when the weather was perfect and the days never seemed to end. Bill had quickly decided that instead of running from those frakking undead monsters, he was going to stay put, because he refused to give up this sliver of happiness for anything. Mostly everyone else had agreed, too, so there wasn't a lot of convincing he'd had to do. They were all tired of running.
Bill's face was a mask of concentration, his hands busy with cleaning the pistol that he kept on him at all times. Hanging out of his mouth was a cigarette from a previously unopened pack he'd found inside their little apartment. He'd ripped the filter off and lit it, enjoying for the first time in a long time the feeling of smoke in his lungs. Assembling his gun back together, he took a glance sideways to Laura who was doing much of the same thing. Putting the safety back on his weapon, he placed it in it's holster, then reached sideways to, mostly, annoy her. "You're doing it wrong."
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