kace tailor & kara thrace (frakkingfrak) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2010-09-18 03:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | kace tailor |
Who: Kace Tailor
What: Somewhere, her Viper has appeared. She finds it in true BSG fashion.
When: Saturday afternoon.
Where: Starting at Camelot castle, ending out in the middle of nowhere.
Warnings: Angst. Mild crazy. Length. Maybe some spoilers.
Extras: Brought to you by the magic song.
The day started out normal enough. She didn't have any engagements from her 'real' job, so she spent most of the morning at Camelot, settling in to her swank new office. The last woman had been organized, but Kace wanted to put things where she could find them. There was a lot of rearranging to do, most of which required putting things in to piles that only she would understand. If anyone else went rooting through there, they would be confused as hell, but that was part of why she did it. One whole stack was nothing but files of Camelot reincarnates that had military training, either in this life or the last, to be sent over to Laura the next time she was around. With everything that had happened over the last week, they needed to be prepared. In her opinion, being prepared meant having a sound military strategy.
She'd been at it for a few hours when she heard...something. It was easy enough to dismiss as background noise. Someone had a radio on somewhere. Then she caught herself humming. She didn't even recognize it, herself. Kara did. Then again, Kara could probably pick that particular tune out from a mile away. It was the song. The cylon calling, coordinate holding super song that had led everyone to the end. Well, it had to be coincidence. She was stubborn enough that she wasn't about to start believing that some song had just popped up in her head for a specific reason. After all, she was already ON Earth. Where the fuck could she possibly be going?
It got worse. The song kept coming in and out, like she was getting bad radio reception. Even when she tried to think of something else, it was still there. After an hour of that, she gave up. Between the music and Kara's not-so-subtle prodding, she had to do something, even if that something was just getting out of there. They had to get out of there. She left the castle in a daze, getting in to her car and just...driving. She wasn't sure where she was going, but it must have been the right direction. The song got louder, and she spaced out even more. It was hard to say who was driving, her or Kara. They both knew that there was somewhere they were supposed to be going, and that the sooner they got there, the better.
What felt like ages later, after taking so many back roads and random turns that she had no fucking clue where the hell she was, she found an open field and what it was that she'd been called to. It was Kara's Viper, her fighter, her bird. But it wasn't alone. There were two other ships, one Viper and one that she didn't recognize from any memories but had seen in the movies. Parking her car, she walked toward them, singing quietly under her breath the whole time. "There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief." It was a rare thing for both reincarnate and host to check out at the same time, but it had happened here, as she ran a hand over the nose of the fighter marked 'Starbuck'. She knew why this one was here. It belonged to her. But what about the other one?
Kace circled around, her fingers still trailing over metal that should have been scorched and blasted from a thousand different battles. These Vipers were in perfect condition, though. Like they'd just been rolled off the assembly line. And this one belonged to... She snapped back to herself just like that. Six letters spelled out the last thing she had expected to see. Apollo. But there was no Apollo. She would have known. They would have known. She swallowed hard before slamming a fist against the nameplate. No. No way. This was just here to frak with her, another punchline in this idiotic cosmic joke she'd been sucked in to.
Now irrationally pissed, she went back to her Viper, climbing in to the cockpit and flipping on the power. Holy shit, it actually worked. Or it could work. There was no DRADIS contact, the radio broadcasted nothing but static. But it was on. Which meant it could fly. Her gaze shifted momentarily back to the empty bird. Flying alone wasn't nearly as much fun. There was a pang of loss that wasn't hers at the thought. Well, Kara was just going to have to live with it. Lee wasn't here. Besides, she'd had her shot and she'd frakked it up six ways to Sunday. It wasn't Kace's fault she could never make up her damn mind. Not her fault that she'd died before she really got a chance to fix things with anybody.
Sighing, she powered down the bird and leaned back. It was weird how well she fit in here, how she automatically knew where everything was. The longer she sat there, the harder it all was to handle. She wasn't Kara. Lee wasn't about to come waltzing across the field to give her flak about getting off this rock and back to Galactica. That story was over and done with, wrapped up as neatly as possible with a season finale. The characters had gotten their endings, happy or otherwise. It was just Kace sitting there, and the voice of a woman who hadn't gotten the second chance she wanted. Weren't they a pair.
Before she could sink any deeper in to nostalgia that wasn't hers, she jumped out and went digging for her phone. Maybe Lee wasn't around, but that didn't mean she had to fly alone. Laura would probably want to know that her fighter had dropped out of the sky, too...