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Helpless flailing, your table is ready
Starbuck let the words and the sounds of the others wash over her as she leaned up against the nearest available wall, slowly sinking to the ground. She let her gun dangle from her hand - it was still warm from being fired. She'd fired on what had turned out to be just another frakked-up civilian in this frakked-up place no matter how frakking insane and threatening they'd looked. And...there had been no consequences? She supposed it was just the crazy of the moment, and she wasn't the only one who'd fired...
Still, it was interesting information to file away under Things That Might Be Useful to Think About Later.
And then, just moments after their "Captain" had told them all not to go it alone, people of course started to do exactly that. That Sam guy took off like a shot, and the odd little guy with the accent that reminded her of Baltar slipped away, and Naked Guy had hightailed it out of there as well. Had she been in charge she would have assigned squads, but she had less than no interest in being in charge. She was finally starting to feel just a little bit free from having the fate of all of humanity that was left resting on her frakking shoulders, and now they were in some bizarre living ship that wanted them to save everything, everywhere from who even knew what, and they had to go along with it like it or not.
Her mind drifted briefly to who might be trapped in the pods still that she might know, and then sighed - a short, harsh sound. Better to leave them asleep than dealing with this frakking messno matter how much she wanted to see the
She felt useless compared to so many of the freaks here with magic sparklepowers and supertech suits. Put her at the helm of something she could fly, anything, and she'd take some frakking names, but for now...
She leaned her head back against the wall, staring dully forward. She would have prayed, but she didn't think the Gods could hear her in this frakked-up place.
Still, it was interesting information to file away under Things That Might Be Useful to Think About Later.
And then, just moments after their "Captain" had told them all not to go it alone, people of course started to do exactly that. That Sam guy took off like a shot, and the odd little guy with the accent that reminded her of Baltar slipped away, and Naked Guy had hightailed it out of there as well. Had she been in charge she would have assigned squads, but she had less than no interest in being in charge. She was finally starting to feel just a little bit free from having the fate of all of humanity that was left resting on her frakking shoulders, and now they were in some bizarre living ship that wanted them to save everything, everywhere from who even knew what, and they had to go along with it like it or not.
Her mind drifted briefly to who might be trapped in the pods still that she might know, and then sighed - a short, harsh sound. Better to leave them asleep than dealing with this frakking mess
She leaned her head back against the wall, staring dully forward. She would have prayed, but she didn't think the Gods could hear her in this frakked-up place.