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New Fic: Battlestar Galactica
AN: And this is without any cold medication.
Spoilers: All Aired Episodes.
Rating: Kid Friendly.
Disclaimer: Not Mine.
Summary: He is the first in his flight class to be given a call sign. (Apollo)
And The Sun With Its Brightness
He is the first in his flight class to be given a call sign.
It is not a mark of honour. It is a mark of being too godsdamn smart and eager for his own good. It is a mark that will guarantee he goes far in the Fleet, that his star will ride high. It is something he will spend the rest of his life trying to live up to.
And trying to live down.
The flightsuit never fits him properly. It makes his arms feel bound against his body and he has to strain to reach some of the controls. The Mark 2 Vipers don’t seem to have enough head space and when he wears his helmet, claustrophobia threatens at every turn.
They are both more like their fathers then they are willing to admit.
There is almost nothing left of the Fleet, so his promotions are not a complete surprise. What does surprise him is how empty they are, how empty everything is. They cling to the old ways too hard, but it seems that he is the only person who can see it. He has always been patient.
He falls out of love with the Fleet the instant Racetrack’s spotlight hits his face.
He expected to die long before this. He still hasn’t, so he decides to live on his own terms. His new suit fits much better, and the illusion of having more air is soothing. Sometimes he hears Tom Zarek’s voice in his ear, whispering of nepotism and the need to change. When that happens, he turns on the Wireless and listens to the ship Captains gossip in the dark.
There is another story about flying and fathers and the brightness of the sun.
fin
Gravity_Not_Included, February 27, 2009.
Spoilers: All Aired Episodes.
Rating: Kid Friendly.
Disclaimer: Not Mine.
Summary: He is the first in his flight class to be given a call sign. (Apollo)
And The Sun With Its Brightness
He is the first in his flight class to be given a call sign.
It is not a mark of honour. It is a mark of being too godsdamn smart and eager for his own good. It is a mark that will guarantee he goes far in the Fleet, that his star will ride high. It is something he will spend the rest of his life trying to live up to.
And trying to live down.
The flightsuit never fits him properly. It makes his arms feel bound against his body and he has to strain to reach some of the controls. The Mark 2 Vipers don’t seem to have enough head space and when he wears his helmet, claustrophobia threatens at every turn.
They are both more like their fathers then they are willing to admit.
There is almost nothing left of the Fleet, so his promotions are not a complete surprise. What does surprise him is how empty they are, how empty everything is. They cling to the old ways too hard, but it seems that he is the only person who can see it. He has always been patient.
He falls out of love with the Fleet the instant Racetrack’s spotlight hits his face.
He expected to die long before this. He still hasn’t, so he decides to live on his own terms. His new suit fits much better, and the illusion of having more air is soothing. Sometimes he hears Tom Zarek’s voice in his ear, whispering of nepotism and the need to change. When that happens, he turns on the Wireless and listens to the ship Captains gossip in the dark.
There is another story about flying and fathers and the brightness of the sun.
fin
Gravity_Not_Included, February 27, 2009.
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The best part is that I have no memory of thinking about it. It was just...there. Hence the need for a spell check! Thanks again.