In another part of the deserted city, the one known as Fifth raised his head and studied the sky. "We're expecting rain."
"Are we?" This blonde is slimmer, taller, even more disdainful. "I've never understood, Leoben, why you chose her as your emblem."
"Kara is special."
"Obviously." Her eyes roll. Six has gotten tired of his rhetoric. If he were human, she'd accuse him of having a crush, an obsession. "And yet, she continues to ellude us."
"Yes." A drop of rain spatters the dusty concrete under their feet.
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Hrm.
I hate the smell of cigarettes. *clings* (one more hour, omg.)
Bracing himself on the low wall surrounding the rooftop he'd chosen, Samuel Anders peered through the binoculars that were part of a shipment they'd raided from a sporting-goods store three weeks before. It took a moment, and then he located the mop of blonde hair. The woman was crouched in shadow, but the sunlight had picked out the top of her head.
As if sensing this, she dropped even lower.
Anders wondered if she made a sound, if her knees creaked or her joints popped.
Quickly, he checked. The Cylons advancing on her position, with their newfound allies, didn't seem to have heard.
Five, he thought, the numbers counting down in his head as the wave of replicators neared Carter's hiding place. Four. Three.
Two.
--=-=-=-
Sam rolled around the corner, weapon up and firing into the heart of the mass of replicators. Her robot double shrieked, her liquid skin rippling and pausing before losing cohesion. The tiny blocks fragmented and fragmented again, thousands suddenly raining down on the street and replicators alike.
-----
"She's succeeded." Six sounded bored. Absently, she wished she had a nailfile. Her left index finger was looking a little ragged.
Replicators milled around Sam's legs, aimless and directionless as if uncertain what their purpose was anymore. She considered for a moment, then spoke, her voice soft. "Self-destruct mode activate."
There was a click and the spiders chittered back and forth to themselves. Then they all froze.
-=
"This is not good," Anders mumbled to himself as he high-tailed it off the rooftop.
=-
"All of this has happened before."
"Leoben, do you ever get tired of sounding like a simple human?" Six asked sarcastically.
"No more than you do."
=-
She remembered drowning.
Kara rolled off of the mattress in her apartment, and onto her hands and knees, panting. Great gulps of stale air sucked in and out, until she wondered if she could get drunk on the empty bottles of ambrosia scenting it.
"Hey."
She looked up to find Helo staring at her.
"You ok?"
No. "Yeah." She tossed him a smirk. "When am I ever not?"
"Well, there was that time on Picon--"
"Brat."
He smirked back. "You ready to move?"
"Gimme a--" Her belly ached, her skin itched, and she wondered what she'd find if she looked under her shirt. "--minute."
-=
Tick.
Crunch.
Tick.
Crunch.
There was something satisfying in stepping down onto motionless replicators. Sam tilted her head and watched the little blocks turn into scrap metal as she stomped another one.
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Date: 2005-09-24 09:01 pm (UTC)"Are we?" This blonde is slimmer, taller, even more disdainful. "I've never understood, Leoben, why you chose her as your emblem."
"Kara is special."
"Obviously." Her eyes roll. Six has gotten tired of his rhetoric. If he were human, she'd accuse him of having a crush, an obsession. "And yet, she continues to ellude us."
"Yes." A drop of rain spatters the dusty concrete under their feet.
------
Hrm.
I hate the smell of cigarettes. *clings* (one more hour, omg.)
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Date: 2005-09-24 09:03 pm (UTC)*snuggles* Yaaay!
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Date: 2005-09-24 09:12 pm (UTC)Bracing himself on the low wall surrounding the rooftop he'd chosen, Samuel Anders peered through the binoculars that were part of a shipment they'd raided from a sporting-goods store three weeks before. It took a moment, and then he located the mop of blonde hair. The woman was crouched in shadow, but the sunlight had picked out the top of her head.
As if sensing this, she dropped even lower.
Anders wondered if she made a sound, if her knees creaked or her joints popped.
Quickly, he checked. The Cylons advancing on her position, with their newfound allies, didn't seem to have heard.
Five, he thought, the numbers counting down in his head as the wave of replicators neared Carter's hiding place. Four. Three.
Two.
--=-=-=-
Sam rolled around the corner, weapon up and firing into the heart of the mass of replicators. Her robot double shrieked, her liquid skin rippling and pausing before losing cohesion. The tiny blocks fragmented and fragmented again, thousands suddenly raining down on the street and replicators alike.
-----
"She's succeeded." Six sounded bored. Absently, she wished she had a nailfile. Her left index finger was looking a little ragged.
"Time to move in."
----
Kara Thrace woke up choking.
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No, I have no idea where this is going. hrm.
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Date: 2005-09-24 09:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-24 09:48 pm (UTC)There was a click and the spiders chittered back and forth to themselves. Then they all froze.
-=
"This is not good," Anders mumbled to himself as he high-tailed it off the rooftop.
=-
"All of this has happened before."
"Leoben, do you ever get tired of sounding like a simple human?" Six asked sarcastically.
"No more than you do."
=-
She remembered drowning.
Kara rolled off of the mattress in her apartment, and onto her hands and knees, panting. Great gulps of stale air sucked in and out, until she wondered if she could get drunk on the empty bottles of ambrosia scenting it.
"Hey."
She looked up to find Helo staring at her.
"You ok?"
No. "Yeah." She tossed him a smirk. "When am I ever not?"
"Well, there was that time on Picon--"
"Brat."
He smirked back. "You ready to move?"
"Gimme a--" Her belly ached, her skin itched, and she wondered what she'd find if she looked under her shirt. "--minute."
-=
Tick.
Crunch.
Tick.
Crunch.
There was something satisfying in stepping down onto motionless replicators. Sam tilted her head and watched the little blocks turn into scrap metal as she stomped another one.
-=
....hrm....
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Date: 2005-09-24 09:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-24 09:59 pm (UTC)-=
Crunch.
=-
Helo was in the kitchen when Kara got there. She eyed the small stockpile of food. "Never was much for cooking."
"You burn water."
She shrugged. "Let's get the frak out of here."
"Now? Kara--"
"Now."
-=
"Sharon."
The dark-haired woman smiled, the expression fake, as she looked between Leoben and Six. "Where's Doral?"
=-
"Samantha Carter. Such an... interesting name. So human."
---eek. must flee to pick Timey up and home!
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Date: 2005-09-24 10:00 pm (UTC)