he dike ton Tauronion
Because bsg_aussiegirl posted three drabbles for ar_drabbles challenge #11. Ready to go for #4, woman? Bring it on!
Laura Roslin was trapped in a ha'la'tha film. The leads, Bill Adama and Helena Cain, stared each other down, backed by Tauron bravado and bristling battleships. She could practically hear the war drums in the background.
There were only two ways for this movie to end: a spectacular battle filled with gritty realism, exploding effects, and rivers of blood, or spectacular sex, with Bill ripping Cain's uniform off, biting and scratching and frakking her into submission.
Cain chose war. Wise choice; the love interest always died before the credits rolled. But that meant they were only in the second act and it was by no means assured that Bill would be the one left standing at the end.
Act three: the crisis of conscience overcome with the help of the outsider turned best friend. Act four: the friend's death (she was already the Dying Leader; one day more or less wasn't important) and the hero's vow of vengeance.
"You've got to kill her. Hit her before she hits you. You know I'm right. You just don't want to face it."
Bill took a step toward her and she took another toward him. Act five. Fight or frak. Add it up. Come on, Adama. Show me you're a man.
She dared him to see the challenge in her eyes, the heat and determination. He saw it and scrambled away. "It's a whole world gone mad."
She imagined pulling him back, kissing him long and deep, frak and fight and survival all in one, but he was gone.
The next time she saw him she'd let him see her vulnerable. Let him see her dying. Anything to keep the fleet safe. To keep him safe.
She'd make him do what had to be done. Tauron justice. In ha'la'tha films, evil never won.
Laura Roslin was trapped in a ha'la'tha film. The leads, Bill Adama and Helena Cain, stared each other down, backed by Tauron bravado and bristling battleships. She could practically hear the war drums in the background.
There were only two ways for this movie to end: a spectacular battle filled with gritty realism, exploding effects, and rivers of blood, or spectacular sex, with Bill ripping Cain's uniform off, biting and scratching and frakking her into submission.
Cain chose war. Wise choice; the love interest always died before the credits rolled. But that meant they were only in the second act and it was by no means assured that Bill would be the one left standing at the end.
Act three: the crisis of conscience overcome with the help of the outsider turned best friend. Act four: the friend's death (she was already the Dying Leader; one day more or less wasn't important) and the hero's vow of vengeance.
"You've got to kill her. Hit her before she hits you. You know I'm right. You just don't want to face it."
Bill took a step toward her and she took another toward him. Act five. Fight or frak. Add it up. Come on, Adama. Show me you're a man.
She dared him to see the challenge in her eyes, the heat and determination. He saw it and scrambled away. "It's a whole world gone mad."
She imagined pulling him back, kissing him long and deep, frak and fight and survival all in one, but he was gone.
The next time she saw him she'd let him see her vulnerable. Let him see her dying. Anything to keep the fleet safe. To keep him safe.
She'd make him do what had to be done. Tauron justice. In ha'la'tha films, evil never won.