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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]

[ His first thought should be "no no no bad" but instead it's him wondering if there's a way to put Delta in one of the Cylon bodies so he'd have a body too.

WHOOOOOOOPS ]

That's-- kind of crazy that it could go to that.

[ HE DOESN'T SOUND LIKE IT'S THE BAD KIND OF CRAZY instead he sounds kind of weirdly impressed because technology ]

It just-- sucks it didn't turn out okay.

[knowsmadness]

[Oh Gods. Oh Gods. Never say that to Kara ever ever ever.]

'Okay'? [Kara laughs, but it's mostly without humor.]

They destroyed the entire human race. They nuked twelve planets. You're dan right it didn't turn out okay.

[Seriously that's one hell of a frakking grudge.]

[agentdork]

[ HE KIND OF KNOWS BETTER. MOSTLY. ]

Holy shit. Thaaaat sounds like the aliens back home. I-- listen, I know sorry doesn't even begin to cover it, but seriously.

[knowsmadness]

[GOOD BOY. GOOOOOOOD BOY.]

Yeah, yeah. There's not much to say on it, when it comes right down to it. Just -- when I'm in the cockpit of that viper? There's nothing I enjoy more than blowing a toaster sky high.

[agentdork]

[ He laughs at that- he knows the feeling well enough. ]

Yeah. Getting back at 'em never stops feeling good.

[knowsmadness]

It sure doesn't.

[It also isn't every completely fulfilling, because billions of people are still dead, they're still floating in space, and the bastard Cylons are still on their ass.]

[agentdork]

Y'realize this got depressing real fast, right?

[ He smiles either way, trying to make a little light of it and turn the subject elsewhere. ]

So your Battlestar. How many people does she hold?

[knowsmadness]

I guess life can't always be full of sunshine and daisies.

[She ponders this for a moment.]

Not including civilians, her crew's sitting around twenty six hundred right now. Give or take a few. The Commander knows the exact number.

[agentdork]

Usually, it ain't.

[ Impressive. The Director's ship hadn't held quite that many but she wasn't as large, either, no doubt. ]

That many people, and only one showed up. Makes me wonder how we got picked.

[knowsmadness]

It's because we're special.

[She's being sarcastic, but even now, Gods know how many eons away from the Galactica, Leoben's words still ring in her head.]

[agentdork]

Uh, how do I get off the special list.

Being on the special list usually means really bad shit happens.

[knowsmadness]

I don't think we have much of a choice. I think they say it's called destiny, or some crap like that.

[agentdork]

Nah. I don't believe in destiny.

No offense.

[ Since, well, he's not sure if she does or not and some people take that shit too heavily. ]

[knowsmadness]

[Kara laughs, but it lacks some humor.]

Yeah. I can't say I buy much into that, either.

[agentdork]

Probably for the best.