Help! I think I've lost my dark cape and crown. More RCT. Someone slap me back to form, please!
For
ar_drabbles #52, "classic"
It had all the hallmarks of an instant classic.
Boy meets girl.
Boy loathes girl.
Boy lusts for girl.
Boy loves girl.
Boy loses girl.
D'Anna Biers had filmed a lot of footage surreptitiously. Some of it had been for her Cylon comrades back on Caprica. Some had been for her own fun. Some had been an investment in the future.
She sat in the dark of her improvised editing room, cutting together the story of Galactica, cutting a reel of pretty pilots at play, and cutting a film that was sad enough to almost make even her cry.
Sooner or later the people would get sick of all news, all the time. Sooner or later they were going to want to be entertained, to be amused. To feel something again that was more than fear. Sooner or later they'd be ready to have their hearts broken.
And sooner or later the Dying Leader would die. Even to a Cylon it was obvious she'd take the commander's heart with her. And she'd have "Adama and Roslin: A Love Story" ready to roll Fleet-wide.
Playa could keep on screwing Baltar to get her scoops. D'Anna was going to screw them all.