Helpless flailing, your table is ready

[lieutenantkara.livejournal.com]

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 mess no 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.

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[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

"As much as I hate to admit it, you're probably right," Sam said with a reluctant nod. "But I think we should still have a fall-back plan just in case the ship doesn't turn out to be so 'nice.' I don't know about you, but I don't wanna bet all my hopes on her just letting us go after this is all over--whatever *this* is--only for her to turn around and make this whole thing permanent."

[ihatefire.livejournal.com]

"Or to throw us away after. Kill us. We have no idea how expendable we are."

[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

"With a million replacements sleeping downstairs, I'd say we're pretty damn expendable," Sam replied, folding his arms across his chest." He paused to think for a moment before continuing.

"Didn't Andromeda say there were places on the ship where Stacy can't spy on us?"

[lieutenantkara.livejournal.com]

Starbuck quirked an eyebrow, frowning. She honestly hadn't been paying much attention to all that, what with the panic and the despair and all. Now she wished she had.

"Did she?"

[ihatefire.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. She said...there were places on the ship the sensors were weak or something. If we can find them..."

They could be sure their conversations wouldn't be monitored...

[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

"...then we might have a chance at figuring out a way out of here," Sam finished. His eyebrows knitted together into an expression of deep thought. "The only problem is that neither of Andromeda nor the other A.I. have access those areas, which just sort of leaves us..."


Just then, Sam's expression lifted, as if he were hit with some kind of divine revelation. "I've got an idea..." he said and walked into the Observation Deck.

"Andromeda?" he called out, hoping that--despite the fact that Sam had 'shot' her earlier--she might be able to help them.