LET THE BATTLE BEGIN!!

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OKAY FOLKS, HERE WE GO!

Get your Kara Thrace Gen Fic Battle Gear On (helmets and flight suits optional) and Let's Get this Party Started!


This is a prompt-driven GENERAL fanfiction battle (much in the vein of the porn battles, but hold the smut).

General fanfiction may include allusions to romantic relationships, maybe even employ romance as an element to illustrate a larger theme, but, romance, or the lack of it, should not be the point of focus for the story.

Action-Adventure, Friendship, Humor, Angst, Comfort, all of these are good categories to explore. Kara could lead a mission, make a sacrifice, exact revenge, solve a mystery, confess a secret, come to a decision, teach a student, go on a quest, reflect on a mistake, celebrate a victory, learn a lesson, question an order, save a life, or roll the hard six (just to name a few options). The possibilities are endless.

The Fic Battle closes July 31 at 11:59 PM EST.

Please title your entries as such: Title, Prompt(s). (i.e. Shining from the Ashes, Dogtags, Regrets)

Fic can be posted in the comments in their entirety up to about 850 words (LJ’s limit is 4300 characters) or can link back to your own journal for longer fics.

Please be sure to “reply to this” for each ficlet when leaving feedback. Do not comment with anything but entries and feedback please.

A masterlist will be posted on or around August 1.


A night out in Caprica City (w/ Lee or Zak)
"Agathon's just slow, sir"
air force
alcohol and bad choices
all the time in the world
ambrosia with a chaser
art classes
bad cover band
barefoot
battlestars I have known
becoming a flight instructor
being the CAG
best friend
bet me
birthday
birthday blues
bloodsucking fiends
blue skies
born a lion
borrowing clothes
boss
bounty hunter
breaking down the wall
buildings and bridges
bum knee
by the book
Cadet Zak Adama
canvas
careful planner
Catullus
caught singing on film during "Final Cut"
chasing the sun
cigar
circle of light
clenched jaw
coffee
coffee deficit
cold shower
compartments
cookie cutters
cooking for the old man (bonus points if Dee gets jealous)
Cool Aunt Kara
cornflakes
counting pushups
cradle and all
crossing the line
"Death becomes a learning experience"
destiny is overrated
detention
devout
"Did you just say 'please'?"
disorderly conduct/drunk and disorderly
divorce
"Do you always get what you want?"
"Do they call you 'Helo' 'cause that's all you're good enough to fly?"
doomed to repeat
dreams
dress uniform
drummed out of how many schools?
drunken stupor
escalation of trouble-making
eternal life
every action has an equal and opposite reaction
everything's grey here
faith in things unseen
falling into the deep blue ocean
falling slowly
falsely accused
fast cars
fate and free will
father figures
father's day
fear of the gods
festival of Aphrodite
fierce flawless
fighter
finding her faith
finding the arrow
fingers and thumbs
firecracker
first day on the Galactica
first flight
first frak, first fight (but not with the same person)
first kiss
first love
first tattoo
first time drinking
first time in a viper
first week on Galactica
fists
five careers Kara thought about besides the military
five times Kara's apologized and the one time she really meant it
five times Kara landed in the brig
fleet's magic luck charm
flight training
flying
foodfight
freezie pops
girls night out
girly bonding
giving up Kacey
going to the rifle range
going to the temple (either by choice or because she was made to go by a parent)
good at math
good bad ugly
good with people
goodbye
graphic novels
gun camera footage
halfway 'round the world
hands clasped 'til midnight
happy
Helo
her 1000th landing
hide and seek
hiding from the truth
high heels
"holding on when you need to let go"
hollowed out
home
honor thy mother
household pets
how she got her call-sign
how she got the idols
how to disarm (literally or figuratively) the hall monitor
"I can hear you, you know"
"I don't need directions"
"I don't want to be forgotten"
"I need a whole Cylon armada!"
Icarus
"I'd like to have a copy, just so I can watch me kick your ass."
identity crisis
if he tries anything
"If I'd known you were comin', I'd've baked a cake"
I'm no heroine
in pieces
in spite of it all
jackboots
jealous of someone else's mother
jealous of the moon
joyful girl
Kara inadvertently discovers silly putty
Kara takes ballet as part of her Pyramid training (bonus points if she likes it, EXTRA bonus points if the
pictures/film end up on Galactica)
Kara Thrace and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day
Kara's one and only experience babysitting
kicked out of the bar
"kicking ass and taking numerical designations"
killing
knuckle down
landing gear
last meal
laughing so hard
laughing when you want to cry
laundry day
Laura Palmer
learning to ride a bike
Leoben
let the warm rain wash the blood away
let's be war buddies
letters never sent
linger
liquid latex
listen up
listening to her father's music
"Live Together, Die Alone"
living with other pilots
long day
losing faith
losing hope/faith
lost in space
lost in the woods
lost woman song
loudmouth
loyalty
lucky charm
lying to herself
Madame President
"Maybe I'll get one of those talking bird things. Teach it to tell you off for me. Save my voice that way."
medal of valor (how did she get it?)
mentor
minerva
mobster
"Momma always said…"
monotony
morning routine
most embarassing moment ever
most popular
motorcycle
murder of crows
my IQ
names and dates and times
near-death experiences
needful things
never felt more alive
nightmare
"No fate but what we make"
Not a morning person
not a pretty girl
not ready to make nice
not supposed to like it
nothing but the rain
nuggets
numbing the pain
ocean
oil paints
old photographs
oneupmanship
Ophelia's flowers
orders she doesn't follow
painting the mandala
peace
people she wants to hate but can't
personal bubble
personal possessions
plaster/metal gods versus real ones
Playing the piano with Dad
playing with asteroids
PMS
prayer
prayers that never got answered
promised land
pulled the covers back up over her head and prayed to the gods that no one noticed her there
punch-happy
pyramid
pyramid cards/triad cards
rage
rank
razor
reading poetry
realizing Tigh is a Cylon
reasons to stay
reckoning
recycled air
red to black
rejoice
remembering the dead
risk v. reward
rockstar
role models
rotgut
rules are meant to be bent (not broken)
running
safe
salty sweat
scars and souveniers
scars, outside and in
second time around
shaky hands
Sharon Valerii
Sharon's bachelorette party
she never could stand a psychic
she refused to touch the piano, but she couldn't keep her hands off the paintbrush
she'd be damned if anyone was going to outshoot her
"She's in command."
shot glasses
showoff
sibling rivalry
silk sheets
sins of the father
sirens
situational ethics
skinnydipping
smell my feet
so much shouting, so much laughter
"So what'd I miss while I was gone?"
sometimes in the middle of the night
somewhere a clock is ticking
space between life and death
spies among the ruins
sports bra
star matter
stars
staying sane on New Caprica
stealing glances
streak of blonde
superhero
superior assholes
survivors
sweat, blood and tears
sympathy for the devil
tactics
"Tag, you're it!"
talking to myself
teacher's pet
temple
temple of faith
"That's not what your wife said."
the color black
the first time she tried to give herself a haircut in the ship's head was right before the worlds ended
the good points of…
the hills are alive
the lies she doesn't tell
the next life
the one night w/ the Major from (?)
the one time Kara lost her voice
the other tattoos
the tears she won't let fall
the true story of what was
the walls are coming down
things she doesn't regret
thinking outside the box
this feels like home
"This is me walking away"
thunder and lightening
to the teeth
top gun
train wreck
trying not to screw up too badly in class
two bottles down, one to go
two little girls
under her bird
unusual
up for the pros
up, up, up, up, up, up
vaulted over the low wall
veins in the back of her hand
washed away
watching Kacey sleep
wearing sunglasses indoors
what if she never came back
what ifs
what is and what never should be
what other postings did Kara have?
what really happened on the day when the Adama boys picture(in her locker)was taken and/or how/why Dee got it
"What the frak are you staring at, Adama?"
wheels
when Kara met Helo
when she's on the ground
whoops
"Why can't I keep my mouth shut?"
why she prays to Artemis and Aphrodite
why she sometimes wishes she were more girly
why she thinks the Picon Panthers are a bad team
willing to fight
winning Baltar's cash
wish upon a star
wishing for a sibling (or NOT wishing for one)
work your way out
wrestle
writing and illustrating a novel or comic book/strip to entertain the Fleet
"Your father's idea of pressure is nothing like my mother's."
zero G

BUNDLES...or feel free to use the words separately
(watercolors, slippery, nuance, leather jacket)
(waiting, umbrella, sunshower, pity)
(bruised knuckles, the great outdoors, compass, peace)

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Father's Day

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When Kara was little, just five years old, she got tired of bedtime stories. “You always tell the same stories,” she told her daddy. She wanted something new. What would she like to hear, he asked her. She thought about this and said, “answers.”

“Well,” he said, “I can give you those. But first you need a question.”

So that became their new bedtime ritual—Kara would think of a question every day and every night she got an answer. Sometimes she asked about things she’d read or seen on TV, things other children had said, or things her teacher had told her in school. She asked about things she wanted to do, and always her daddy answered her.

“Why are you a pi-a-nist?” she asked once.

“I’m a pianist,” her daddy said after a moment, “because music is perhaps the only truly universal part of life on these Twelve Colonies. Because I write a song, and someone can hear it all the way on Leonis, or Virgon, or anywhere really. In the farthest corner of the galaxy, someone can hear me playing the piano—”

“That piano in our living room?” Kara said, sitting straighter in bed.

Her father’s smile was brief, but it lingered in his eyes. “That piano in our living room. Someone can hear me playing it and...be moved.”

Kara giggled; her daddy was silly. “You can’t be moved by a piano. That doesn’t make any sense.”

He smiled again, but wider this time. “Not physically moved, no. But what I mean is that someone may hear something in my music—what I’m thinking or feeling maybe, or maybe they’ll hear something that they want, something that they cherish or, or something they’ve lost. Anything.” He leaned forward and pressed his lips to her temple, then tucked the covers around her as she obligingly wiggled down into the bed. “And that, my dear, is why I am a pianist.”

He stood up then and turned to leave, switching off the light as he stepped through the door.

“And Momma?” Kara’s voice halted him just inside the doorway.

He looked back at his daughter and could just make out her eyes, wide and bright, in the darkness.

“Why is Momma a marine?”

He watched her, curled up in the too-big bed, one little fist pressed up against her chin as she waited.

“Just one question tonight,” he said, and closed the door.

But Kara never got around to asking her question again, and after awhile she got tired of that game too. Soon enough they went back to bedtime stories, though this time Kara fixed them to suit her. But she remembered his voice, his brief smile, and the feeling of his kiss that night.

When Kara was seven, her daddy left and the house became quieter than it had ever been before. She didn’t miss the shouting but she did miss the music. Her father’s piano still stood in the living room, but it was dusty now, and the shadow it cast was no longer so friendly. Her momma stared at it sometimes, and when she did Kara knew to be extra careful because that was a sure sign that Socrata was not in a forgiving mood.

Kara came downstairs once in the middle of the night to get a drink of water or something silly like that, and she stopped before entering the room. In the near-darkness, the burning end of her mother’s cigarette seemed to be pulsing, blazing even as she tapped out the ashes between draws. Kara watched her mother’s mouth move soundlessly between smoky breaths. She was transfixed by the gleam of her mother’s eyes as she brought the cigarette to her lips, her gaze steady and stern on that piano.

She withdrew as quietly as she could and returned, thirsty, to her room.

It wasn’t until Father’s Day that Kara finally worked up the nerve to pull out the bench and uncover the keys. She only remembered one song he’d taught her, but she closed her eyes and let her fingers feel their way across the smooth ivory.

Until her mother came home early from the store. Kara won her first trip to the hospital that Father’s Day.

Six stitches later, Kara could still feel the ivory under her fingers and the simple melody in her ears. She smiled because she knew it had been worth it.

“Happy Father’s Day, Daddy,” she whispered to her empty room, and she hoped he heard that too.

Re: Father's Day

[callmeonetrack.livejournal.com]

Ooh poor Kara. :( The interaction with Daddy is adorable though.

Re: Father's Day

[workerbee73.livejournal.com]

Oh, this is so heartbreaking and haunting. Excellent.

Re: Father's Day

[rdave1.livejournal.com]

Poor Kara! So heartbreaking. She had such a hard childhood and all we wanted was for her to be happy. Great work!