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[knowsmadness]

[The image flickers on to Kara casually sitting in her chair, arm draped over one side as she pushes herself back, one booted foot coming to rest on the desk in front of her. A lit cigar is between her fingers – they’re finally dry -, and there’s a set of blacked out shades covering her eyes. ]
 
Guess saying ‘Galactica, come in’ is out of the question, huh? [She snorts, and ashes the cigar before putting it to her lips again to take a long drag.]
 
Peachy. [Brows up behind the glasses, and her mouth pulls into a smirk that’s lacking humor.] Sounds like we’re all going to be one big happy family here, doesn’t it? [She sounds SO pleased.]
 
Name’s Kara, call sign Starbuck.  I go by either, so pick your poison. [Ash flick, and she pulls the sunglasses off and tosses them aside, grinning.]
 
Speaking of ‘poison’ – anybody know where the party’s at, or do I have to start my own?

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[agentdork]

Everyone's gotta have something.

--Sean, by the way. Call sign is York. Don't suppose you've ever heard of the UNSC, huh?

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[knowsmadness]

We've got to get our kicks somewhere, right?

Got a preference? And no, I haven't. Doubt you've heard of the Colonial Military, either.

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[agentdork]

True enough.

And-- uh, well, not really. Haven't gone by Sean in a long time, but I suppose I can go back to it, what with this place and all.

[ That bit about the military makes him pause, though. ]

They call themselves the Insurrection, by any chance?

[ He tries his best to keep his tone light and easy, but he's always been shit at lying. ]

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[knowsmadness]

[Sean, York, makes no difference to her. She's so used to being called Starbuck that to hear anyone else call her Kara when they aren't yelling at her is...weird.]

No.

...Why?

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[agentdork]

They ain't so popular back home. Terrorists, and all that.

[ The tone smooths out of his voice, at least. ]

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[knowsmadness]

[She grunts.]

We've got our own brand of pain in the ass terrorists back home.

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[agentdork]

Seems like they're everywhere.

Here's to hoping not here, I guess.

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[knowsmadness]

So far so good. I did a quick scout of my area, but these...kedan? They're...off. I didn't see anything too suspicious, but it's hard to tell.

What sector are you in?

i just wanna chinhands at kara all day

[agentdork]

They're...something, that's for damn sure.

Metal. How about you?

she's a pistol |D

[knowsmadness]

Yeah. Something.

Earth. I do have to say it feels damn good to have it under my feet.

[agentdork]

Christ, seriously. Spent more time up on that ship than any one person ever shoulda so getting boots on the ground again is nice.

Even if this ain't exactly what I had in mind.

[ He's been off and on ever since leaving Freelancer, anyway, but he still had to keep to ships as he and Delta never settled down anywhere too long ]

[knowsmadness]

You're telling me. There's nothing quite like fresh air. [That recycled stuff in the Galactica is kind of...stale.]

Yeah, I'd prefer to find Earth, but it's not a bad reprieve, I guess.

[agentdork]

Yeah, I know.

[ But now, he's curious. ]

So what kinda stuff do they say about Earth where you're from?

[knowsmadness]

Besides the myth and legends of old part? [Finger wriggle.]

[agentdork]

Yeah, I wanna know what kind of legends we have going on.

[knowsmadness]

Heh. [Kara shrugs.]

There's really not a lot to tell, to be honest. Earth is this ambiguous thing that no one really knows much about except what's written in scripture.

Like I said, humans left Kobol, home of the Gods a long time ago. The settled the twelve colonies, but there was a Thirteenth tribe that separated from the rest, and they settled on Earth. None of us have ever been there, but you can bet your ass we're looking for it.

[agentdork]

So this Thirteenth tribe just-- didn't bother telling anyone else where they were going?

[knowsmadness]

No. Or, if they did, it was lost.

[agentdork]

Kind of a party foul there.

[knowsmadness]

No frakkin' kidding. You'd think they could've left directions. Coordinates. Something.

[agentdork]

Scumbags, all of 'em.

[ He smiles, though, crooked as it is. ]

During the war, they had something set up where if your ship or whatever was gonna get taken over, you'd basically nuke all the coords to where Earth was, trying to protect it from being found. Basically if you were caught in the middle of a firefight and wanted to get somewhere, you couldn't come back to Earth, 'cause it'd risk leading the bad guys back.

[knowsmadness]

[Hers is a little crooked, too.]

Makes sense. Keep the home world safe. The Cylons knew where we lived, because we built them.

[agentdork]

...built them? So what are they, like, AI?

[knowsmadness]

Machines. Yeah -- long story short? We created them years ago to do the heavy shit that no one else wanted to do. You'd think it'd be an easy thing to do, right? Just create some robots, have them do the grunt work. Turns out that pissed 'em off, in a real bad way. So they rebelled, went away, then came back. They were a frakkin' mistake.

[agentdork]

[ Somehow he thinks that agreeing that it was kind of a douche move would be a baaaad thing. ]

So when you made 'em, was it like an assembly line or was it like-- they had a mind of their own?