[TM 253] Awesome
The sheer magnitude of the destruction was overwhelming. As I perused the photos-one after the next, and each more devastating-I felt a child run down my spine.
The power behind the attacks, the scope, the totality-it was awesome. It was frightening. It was overwhelming.
I clutched one of the photos more tightly so the crewman who presented them to me wouldn’t see my hands shaking. “Has Lieutenant Shaw finished getting the ship back on line?” I asked.
Business. The first order of business was getting back to business.
“Not yet, ma’am,” he answered. “We’re at seventy-two percent.”
“Good enough-” I brushed past him to survey my CIC myself. It would have ot be good enough. I had a ship to command, a crew to lead, a war to win. I had to be bigger, bolder, stronger-I had to be more than the awesome destruction that had started this war.
And if I couldn’t. If we couldn’t answer the volley that had been lobbed in our direction . . .
I looked down at the photos again-death so extreme, so immediately, so awesome, there weren’t even any bodies left to count.
If I couldn’t rise to the responsibility . . . then, gods help us. The alternative wasn’t even comprehensible.
Muse: Admiral Helena Cain
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica (2003)
Word Count: 215
The power behind the attacks, the scope, the totality-it was awesome. It was frightening. It was overwhelming.
I clutched one of the photos more tightly so the crewman who presented them to me wouldn’t see my hands shaking. “Has Lieutenant Shaw finished getting the ship back on line?” I asked.
Business. The first order of business was getting back to business.
“Not yet, ma’am,” he answered. “We’re at seventy-two percent.”
“Good enough-” I brushed past him to survey my CIC myself. It would have ot be good enough. I had a ship to command, a crew to lead, a war to win. I had to be bigger, bolder, stronger-I had to be more than the awesome destruction that had started this war.
And if I couldn’t. If we couldn’t answer the volley that had been lobbed in our direction . . .
I looked down at the photos again-death so extreme, so immediately, so awesome, there weren’t even any bodies left to count.
If I couldn’t rise to the responsibility . . . then, gods help us. The alternative wasn’t even comprehensible.
Muse: Admiral Helena Cain
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica (2003)
Word Count: 215