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Ficlet: Battlestar Galactica
Title: Unconquered
Author: Archet
Series: Battlestar Galactica –the new series currently airing on Scifi channel
Summary: Starbuck, Lt. Kara Thrace, flies into battle.
Disclaimer: I don’t own this character nor did I create her. I don’t know who owns Battlestar Galactica and all affiliated material but it sure ain’t me.
Feedback: is wonderful and is greatly appreciated
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She feels it as she climbs up the slanted side of the Viper: that impatient itch to get inside her ship, to get inside and get her hands on the controls and just go. It’s the fire in her belly, the thrill that hums along each nerve ending and it’s something that has always possessed her before a flight, but it’s all the more intense now where every mission out might mean the last mission, the only mission. It’s the fear that she’s feeling and the jolt that it provides is what keeps her razor sharp, is what keeps her walking that fine wire between control and chaos instead of falling right off of it.
She’s a damn fine pilot and she knows it and as she slips into the Viper’s cockpit she feels the adrenaline kick in, feels the brew in her veins amping up, lifting her to that place where she can almost believe that she can do anything, that she can make a difference, that she can go up against any enemy and come out smiling on the other side, unconquered.
She settles in as the Viper’s canopy lowers, clicking shut and seconds later she’s hurtling down the launch tube and less than a breath after that she’s rocketing free of the bulk of Galactica, roaring out into black space. She checks her instruments as the rest of the squad forms up on her wing, and the sight of the line of lethal looking ships, her comrades, following her lead sets a grin on her face. The radio crackles and Apollo’s voice echoes in her ear, issuing a set of crisp orders and Starbuck’s grin only widens as she studies her screens where the approaching Cylon scout ships are represented by neon green blips. She peers out though the forward canopy, out across the star field and strains to eyeball the enemy, daring them to come into her playground.
Come play with me, she thinks at them as the first glint of light from a nearby star reflects off the side of a distant craft.
Come die for me, she thinks, and soon enough they do, zooming in straight and fast with weapons firing and soon enough they are dying under a blaze of Viper fire. Starbuck weaves in among the Cylons, not bothering to pick and choose targets but simply taking on any unlucky enough to cross her path. Her weapons fire traces out before her and nearly every craft that she gets a bead on and peruses falls before her in a brief flare of fire. She conquers one and then another and then another and then she’s shooting clear, flying free of their wreckage that’s left spiraling in her wake, and in this moment she knows that they’ve won the fight, and as the call goes out to the squad to return to the Galactica Starbuck is the last to fall into formation. She’s soaring free and clear and victorious, and in this moment as the enemy lies in ruin behind her and as the whole of the galaxy seems laid at her feet, she can almost believe that nothing can touch her as long she has fuel in the tank and ammo in the can. She can almost believe that as long as she can just fly free nothing can touch her, that she really can make a difference.
Starbuck soars on, and today she soars unconquered.
Author: Archet
Series: Battlestar Galactica –the new series currently airing on Scifi channel
Summary: Starbuck, Lt. Kara Thrace, flies into battle.
Disclaimer: I don’t own this character nor did I create her. I don’t know who owns Battlestar Galactica and all affiliated material but it sure ain’t me.
Feedback: is wonderful and is greatly appreciated
///--<^*^*^>--\\\
She feels it as she climbs up the slanted side of the Viper: that impatient itch to get inside her ship, to get inside and get her hands on the controls and just go. It’s the fire in her belly, the thrill that hums along each nerve ending and it’s something that has always possessed her before a flight, but it’s all the more intense now where every mission out might mean the last mission, the only mission. It’s the fear that she’s feeling and the jolt that it provides is what keeps her razor sharp, is what keeps her walking that fine wire between control and chaos instead of falling right off of it.
She’s a damn fine pilot and she knows it and as she slips into the Viper’s cockpit she feels the adrenaline kick in, feels the brew in her veins amping up, lifting her to that place where she can almost believe that she can do anything, that she can make a difference, that she can go up against any enemy and come out smiling on the other side, unconquered.
She settles in as the Viper’s canopy lowers, clicking shut and seconds later she’s hurtling down the launch tube and less than a breath after that she’s rocketing free of the bulk of Galactica, roaring out into black space. She checks her instruments as the rest of the squad forms up on her wing, and the sight of the line of lethal looking ships, her comrades, following her lead sets a grin on her face. The radio crackles and Apollo’s voice echoes in her ear, issuing a set of crisp orders and Starbuck’s grin only widens as she studies her screens where the approaching Cylon scout ships are represented by neon green blips. She peers out though the forward canopy, out across the star field and strains to eyeball the enemy, daring them to come into her playground.
Come play with me, she thinks at them as the first glint of light from a nearby star reflects off the side of a distant craft.
Come die for me, she thinks, and soon enough they do, zooming in straight and fast with weapons firing and soon enough they are dying under a blaze of Viper fire. Starbuck weaves in among the Cylons, not bothering to pick and choose targets but simply taking on any unlucky enough to cross her path. Her weapons fire traces out before her and nearly every craft that she gets a bead on and peruses falls before her in a brief flare of fire. She conquers one and then another and then another and then she’s shooting clear, flying free of their wreckage that’s left spiraling in her wake, and in this moment she knows that they’ve won the fight, and as the call goes out to the squad to return to the Galactica Starbuck is the last to fall into formation. She’s soaring free and clear and victorious, and in this moment as the enemy lies in ruin behind her and as the whole of the galaxy seems laid at her feet, she can almost believe that nothing can touch her as long she has fuel in the tank and ammo in the can. She can almost believe that as long as she can just fly free nothing can touch her, that she really can make a difference.
Starbuck soars on, and today she soars unconquered.