LET THE BATTLE BEGIN!!

[callmeonetrack.livejournal.com]

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)

Comments

Summer Has Come and Passed, wishing for a sibling, Sharon Valerii, Girl's Night Out

[rayruz.livejournal.com]

The full fic can be found Here (http://community.livejournal.com/tulipfic/55726.html)

Teaser:

Advantages to having short hair:

1) It’s easier to manage when putting on your helmet, though you do end up with the matted mess afterwards.
2) Less to shampoo and less to brush means that much less time spent getting ready in the morning.
3) You don’t need anyone to hold it back when you’re on your knees, emptying your guts into the toilet.

Nevertheless, Kara heard an unfamiliar voice talking to her when the retching stopped. She hadn’t bothered sitting back up yet, but she listened to the voice. Female, scratched from screaming, and very, very naïve when it asked, “Are you alright?”

She wanted to shoot back, “Does it look like I’m alright?” but what came out was even more of her dinner, and she clutched the side of the toilet, firmly deciding against taking anymore bets from Racetrack ever in her life, or at least for another week.

When it finally stopped, she was cringing at the taste left in her mouth but also suddenly aware of a small hand pressed against her shoulder. She turned to see a babyface staring at her with dark eyes full of concern—must have been the rook—and when Kara could talk again she assured the kid she was fine.

“What happened?”

Kara wiped the side of her mouth with her thumb, groaning a bit as she felt her stomach churning once again. “Racetrack bet me twenty cubits I wouldn’t eat the oysters in the mess.”

The rook looked like she was trying not to giggle because it was common frakking knowledge that you don’t eat seafood in space—it’s called seafood for a reason—but Starbuck let it slide, mostly because she needed to lean over the toilet again as another powerful wave of nausea overtook her.

Starbuck found out the rook’s name was Sharon Valerii when she handed over a bottle of mouthwash with her name written on it in black marker. “Was it worth it?” Sharon asked.

“Every cubit.” Kara smirked and Sharon rubbed her back when she hunched over the toilet for the fourth time. At least this time it tasted like spearmint.

Primary Colors, monotony, Everything’s Grey Here

[callmeonetrack.livejournal.com]

Everything’s grey here on New Caprica.

From time to time, Kara wonders what happened to the clear blue sky, the fluffy white clouds, the yellow sun bright enough to burn that she still remembers from the day of the groundbreaking.

She thinks—once and only once—as she looks out the impenetrable windows and sees the plumes of smoke trailing from the small explosions around the city, that maybe her life would be quite different now had it been overcast that day.

But then a new Leoben comes down the stairs, spouting those same old platitudes about patterns and rivers and streams, and she thinks: maybe not.

The apartment looks like her old one on Caprica (they must have done that on purpose) but it is monochrome, monotone, and that monotony is what slowly drives her crazy. Every day, the same grey box, the same dance with the cylon, the same scrabbling for sharp edges unseen to snatch and hide and bide her time with.

In between, she wishes for her paints, craving the primary colors: the blue of the sky, the yellow of the sun, the red of…

When she stabs him in the neck at dinner that night, the blood (how can they bleed so much these frakking metal things?) spills onto her hands. Kara smears it on the rug, leaving big bold fingerprints behind. She surveys her handiwork and she smiles.

The red gleams bright against the grey.

Re: Primary Colors, monotony, Everything’s Grey Here

[rayruz.livejournal.com]

Gah, this is great. "the red of…" great set up for the ending right there.

"monochrome, monotone, and that monotony" And I'm really fond of the alliteration with this.

Excellent work. :)

Re: Summer Has Come and Passed, wishing for a sibling, Sharon Valerii, Girl's Night Out

[callmeonetrack.livejournal.com]

I just posted on your LJ because the whole fic really NEEDS to be read (loved the beginning...and the end...because they bookend the Sharon relationship so very well) but this is fantastic. I love the look at the trust that builds between them and it just makes the "betrayal" sting so much more.

I especially like too how you start this particular section with the list! Reminds me a wee bit of the start of Wisteria_'s Feels Like Flying. Way to take the oyster backstory and turn it into something so lovely!

Re: Primary Colors, monotony, Everything’s Grey Here

[callmeonetrack.livejournal.com]

Thank you girl. I can't believe I wrote something so short!! I'm kind of inordinately proud of myself that for some dumb reason, though I do want and plan to write longer fics later.

Re: Summer Has Come and Passed, wishing for a sibling, Sharon Valerii, Girl's Night Out

[rayruz.livejournal.com]

:D I posted something on my LJ when I was working on this that it really resembled my Buffyverse writing because almost half of my fics were all about fleshing out throw-away lines. It felt good to get to do that again. And I'm so glad you liked it.

Re: Primary Colors, monotony, Everything’s Grey Here

[rayruz.livejournal.com]

See! You can totally do short pieces and sometimes short pieces accomplish things you can't do as well in long ones and I think this is a great example. :)

Re: Primary Colors, monotony, Everything’s Grey Here

[callmeonetrack.livejournal.com]

I need to work up to the big gen fic I think. I haven't used those fic muscles in ages.

Re: Primary Colors, monotony, Everything’s Grey Here

[rayruz.livejournal.com]

Good plan. Don't wanna strain anything. :)

Re: Primary Colors, monotony, Everything’s Grey Here

[workerbee73.livejournal.com]

Simple and elegant and to the point. Love Kara's method of redecorating. How would her life have changed if it had been overcast (sorry if I'm being obtuse....)

I like this sparse style, it really suits this snippet very well. Awesome job, bb!!!

Re: Primary Colors, monotony, Everything’s Grey Here

[callmeonetrack.livejournal.com]

Thanks girl!

I left that rather intentionally vague. But I think sometimes you wonder if the smallest thing had changed would you be where you are right now (esp. if you're in a bleak situation)? I think things looked especially hopeful the day of the groundbreaking, all sunny and vibrant. It was a little deceptive maybe, all that sunshine. Would she have traded her wings for a life in the grey, cold, environs of NC as it was later depicted? If it hadn't been a day so bright with the promise of fresh starts, would she have slept with Lee? Would she have married Anders? Would she have mustered out? Would she have been on the ground to be caught and caged by Leoben? I don't know. Although Leoben's insistence on patterns and cycles, might have her thinking it was inevitable anyway, hence the maybe not. And I can't see Kara having much use for "what-ifs".

And now I've written an answer longer than my drabble. Hee. (Maybe my callsign should have been Verbose instead of OneTrack)

Unreliable Witness, Helo, "Momma always said…"

[crazedcrusader.livejournal.com]

"Hey. What have I told you about that?"

Kara rolls her eyes at Karl Agathon, giving him a Look. "You can't actually forbid me from saying that, you know. Captain now, remember?"

"Yeah, but shockingly, I don't care." Karl smooths her hair back, dodging the swat she aims his way. "Your mother was not a reliable character witness, Kara. And 'Momma always said' is not a phrase I want to hear out of you."

Kara glances at him again, softening very slightly. Karl's her best and oldest friend, and the only person left alive who knows just what Kara grew up with. He met her mother once, but once was enough; they'd been lovers at the time, and when he answered her door half-naked, her mother's reaction had been very predictable. Karl had been forced to pull Socrata Thrace off of her daughter and shove her, kicking and screaming, out of the apartment.

Ever since then, he's forbidden her from uttering the phrase "Momma always said" in his presence; Kara mostly ignores that 'rule', partly because she didn't like being censored but mostly because, secretly, she enjoys having somebody she could count on to defend her, even from herself.

Re: Unreliable Witness, Helo, "Momma always said…"

[callmeonetrack.livejournal.com]

Oh Helo! I adore them. This is lovely. Someone sticking up for Kara. I love the last line especially.

[crazedcrusader.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I love them, too. And this is my first ficathon ever, so I've been nervous a bit, so I'm glad you approve!

[callmeonetrack.livejournal.com]

Oh you don't need my approval! But I did enjoy it very much!
I'm so excited that there's just new stuff rolling in. I'm going to try to write at least one drabble every day so 15 minimum in total. Spread the word! I want everyone to come play.

[crazedcrusader.livejournal.com]

I like the 'once and only once' - I agree that Kara's not the type to dwell much on 'could have been,' so I can totally see her thinking about it and then shoving it out of her head and focusing on, you know, killing Leoben a lot.

(I, however, think a lot about AUs, and thus am considering writing a brief AU with Kara going back to the Peg with Lee to get out of the rain, just to see where it might go from there. But then I am a fervent pilot shipper.)

I also really like her smearing the blood on the rug; in a way it's like painting over the destiny Leoben's trying to make her accept, telling him that she'll make her own destiny, thanks ever so, and she doesn't need or want his input.

[callmeonetrack.livejournal.com]

Thanks! Yeah, there's no point in wasting time dwelling on regrets or what could have been, I think, for Kara. That way madness lies. It's all about moving forward, trying to get out.

(You know that as a K/L shipper, I am intrigued by that idea. ;)

I really was struck by the smile on her face in that episode (Occupation or Precipice?) after she kills him. Such a fine balance between insanity and triumph. Maelstrom's been on my mind a lot lately too because of another fic I'm working on...

Re: Unreliable Witness, Helo, "Momma always said…"

[rayruz.livejournal.com]

I love the image of Helo physically sticking up for Kara. I always love different interpretations of how they knew each other.

Re: Primary Colors, monotony, Everything’s Grey Here

[somewhereapart.livejournal.com]

*sigh* I love everything you write, I really, really do. Your Kara is always so wonderfully true. And I LOVE the idea that she digs the sight of the blood because it is something with COLOR and she so desperately misses the color.

Plus, that is one of my favorite scenes in the show, just because she's so badass -- I love that she stabs the hell out of him, wipes some of the blood off on the carpet, then goes back to her dinner and wipes her mouth but not her bloody hands. So fierce. A little bit insane, but so fierce. So I love your take on it here. :)

Re: Unreliable Witness, Helo, "Momma always said…"

[somewhereapart.livejournal.com]

Oh this is wonderful! I'm a sucker for anything involving Helo and Kara, and I love that he's on Momma patrol here -- won't let Kara reinforce Socrata's voice in her head if there's anything he can do about it.

"You can't actually forbid me from saying that, you know. Captain now, remember?"

"Yeah, but shockingly, I don't care."

And that made me laugh. Oh Helo.

Re: Primary Colors, monotony, Everything’s Grey Here

[callmeonetrack.livejournal.com]

Aw! Girl! Thank you. :) Maelstrom and the Mandala has been on my mind a lot lately for another fic I'm doing and I just thought those colors, that urge to draw those concentric circles might play on her mind.

And yes, I love that scene too. So chilling, the little smile she gets as she so daintily picks up her napkin and resumes eating dinner. Makes me wish she had a big hardcore action movie role (even though those aren't generally my kind of movies) like Resident Evil..or actually, she's too old but if that rumored project based on American McGee's bloody Alice video game ever actually became a movie...yeah I could see it.

Re: Primary Colors, monotony, Everything’s Grey Here

[frolicndetour.livejournal.com]

When she stabs him in the neck at dinner that night, the blood (how can they bleed so much these frakking metal things?) spills onto her hands. Kara smears it on the rug, leaving big bold fingerprints behind. She surveys her handiwork and she smiles.

Ooh. Go, crazy Kara. <3

Re: Unreliable Witness, Helo, "Momma always said…"

[frolicndetour.livejournal.com]

Aww, very sweet, and I love the last insight into Kara. :))

Just Another Night in the Mess Hall, foodfight, falsely accused

[rayruz.livejournal.com]

(Just a drabble this time)

Boomer actually fired the first shot. Crashdown’d said something really frakking stupid—like that was new—and she’d loaded up her spoon with the remnants of her plate and catapulted the contents at the back of his fuzzy head.

Not even five minutes into the food flinging, a loud "Attention!" brought all activities to a halt. Apparently the CAG didn’t think this kind of behavior was acceptable.

Of course Apollo singled her out as instigator. Rather than give away the credit, Starbuck smirked and trailed her finger over the tip of his nose, leaving a streak of gravy in its wake.

Re: Unreliable Witness, Helo, "Momma always said…"

[sabaceanbabe.livejournal.com]

\o/

This is frakking AWESOME! The first ficlet I've read from the gen battle and it's a perfect start. Thank you!