Kara walked towards him, a fierce expression lining her face. He tilted his head in question and paused to speak, but she brushed past him, unseeing, with a hand on her holster. Lee turned, his mouth open with surprise, and watched her determined figure round a corner away from him. This could only mean trouble.
For two days, she’d been shoulder-to-shoulder with Admiral Cain, reviewing plans for the assault on the cylon hub. He’d seen glimpses of her, sharply uniformed and respectful to the commanding officer. Gone was the Kara of Galactica, the rowdy hot shot pilot that spent more time in the brig than in her rack. She seemed prouder now, more focused and more reverent about the mission ahead. She’d always taken missions seriously, but no one had ever commanded such respect from her as Admiral Cain. A worried thought flitted through his brain.
Lee followed her through several winding corridors until she came to the main brig. He fell back out of sight as she paused at the entrance, spoke a terse order to the burly guard and took a few steps to the first cell. The heavy door clanged open and Kara slid into the chamber. She threw a sour look at the guard, ordered him to leave, and closed the hatch.
From the doorway, Lee watched her carefully. Her expression was intense and determined. Momentary fear pulled at Lee’s gut as she squared her shoulders and unsnapped her holster, freeing the gun. What the frak was she doing?
He moved around the guard’s desk to the closed cell door and peered in. Kara stood over an emaciated cylon prisoner, her broken form curled up and shivering on the filthy floor. The heavy glass prevented him from hearing her words, but the intent was clear as Kara’s fingers gripped the pistol and pulled it out of the holster. Shocked, Lee spun the wheel and pulled at the cell door. Kara froze, gun half raised.
“Go away, Lee. This is none of your business.” Her voice was steel.
“What the frak are you doing, Kara?” He held himself at the door.
“I’m following orders, Lee. Now get the frak out.” Kara’s intense gaze hung on the prisoner’s gaunt and pale face.
“Whose orders? What the frak is going on, Kara?” Lee’s voice was strained with confusion and worry.
“Admiral Cain.” She spoke the words with deliberate slowness. “Go, Lee. GO!” She turned her head and shot him an urgent angry stare.
“Admiral Cain? Godsdamnit, Kara, what the frak is going on? She’s a prisoner, for frak’s sake. What are you doing? Have you gone crazy?” His voice pitched higher.
“She gave me an order, Lee. I’m following it.”
“Kara….” He moved cautiously towards her.
She spoke through gritted teeth. “Stay away, Lee. Don’t try to stop me.”
“Think about what you’re doing, Kara.” He pleaded. “This isn’t right.” Lee moved a step towards her with his hand out.
Kara swung her head around, outrage filling her features. “What are you talking about? It’s a godsdamned cylon, Lee. She deserves a hell of a lot worse than this.” Kara’s eyes were intense, forcing her anger into him. “Cain told me everything and she’s frakking lucky that her torture is about to end.” She turned back to the wide-eyed prisoner and snorted in disgust. She flicked off the safety and trained the weapon at the cylon’s head.
Lee’s voice boomed, “Kara! Stop this right frakking now!” He grabbed her firing arm and pulled the gun’s aim away from the cylon. Kara resisted, shoving her shoulder into his chest, trying forcing him back. But Lee was stronger and his grip on her arm tightened. They locked eyes, at an impasse, waiting to see who would flinch.
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The Enemy Within, Admiral Cain
Date: 2010-02-08 09:21 pm (UTC)Kara walked towards him, a fierce expression lining her face. He tilted his head in question and paused to speak, but she brushed past him, unseeing, with a hand on her holster. Lee turned, his mouth open with surprise, and watched her determined figure round a corner away from him. This could only mean trouble.
For two days, she’d been shoulder-to-shoulder with Admiral Cain, reviewing plans for the assault on the cylon hub. He’d seen glimpses of her, sharply uniformed and respectful to the commanding officer. Gone was the Kara of Galactica, the rowdy hot shot pilot that spent more time in the brig than in her rack. She seemed prouder now, more focused and more reverent about the mission ahead. She’d always taken missions seriously, but no one had ever commanded such respect from her as Admiral Cain. A worried thought flitted through his brain.
Lee followed her through several winding corridors until she came to the main brig. He fell back out of sight as she paused at the entrance, spoke a terse order to the burly guard and took a few steps to the first cell. The heavy door clanged open and Kara slid into the chamber. She threw a sour look at the guard, ordered him to leave, and closed the hatch.
From the doorway, Lee watched her carefully. Her expression was intense and determined. Momentary fear pulled at Lee’s gut as she squared her shoulders and unsnapped her holster, freeing the gun. What the frak was she doing?
He moved around the guard’s desk to the closed cell door and peered in. Kara stood over an emaciated cylon prisoner, her broken form curled up and shivering on the filthy floor. The heavy glass prevented him from hearing her words, but the intent was clear as Kara’s fingers gripped the pistol and pulled it out of the holster. Shocked, Lee spun the wheel and pulled at the cell door. Kara froze, gun half raised.
“Go away, Lee. This is none of your business.” Her voice was steel.
“What the frak are you doing, Kara?” He held himself at the door.
“I’m following orders, Lee. Now get the frak out.” Kara’s intense gaze hung on the prisoner’s gaunt and pale face.
“Whose orders? What the frak is going on, Kara?” Lee’s voice was strained with confusion and worry.
“Admiral Cain.” She spoke the words with deliberate slowness. “Go, Lee. GO!” She turned her head and shot him an urgent angry stare.
“Admiral Cain? Godsdamnit, Kara, what the frak is going on? She’s a prisoner, for frak’s sake. What are you doing? Have you gone crazy?” His voice pitched higher.
“She gave me an order, Lee. I’m following it.”
“Kara….” He moved cautiously towards her.
She spoke through gritted teeth. “Stay away, Lee. Don’t try to stop me.”
“Think about what you’re doing, Kara.” He pleaded. “This isn’t right.” Lee moved a step towards her with his hand out.
Kara swung her head around, outrage filling her features. “What are you talking about? It’s a godsdamned cylon, Lee. She deserves a hell of a lot worse than this.” Kara’s eyes were intense, forcing her anger into him. “Cain told me everything and she’s frakking lucky that her torture is about to end.” She turned back to the wide-eyed prisoner and snorted in disgust. She flicked off the safety and trained the weapon at the cylon’s head.
Lee’s voice boomed, “Kara! Stop this right frakking now!” He grabbed her firing arm and pulled the gun’s aim away from the cylon. Kara resisted, shoving her shoulder into his chest, trying forcing him back. But Lee was stronger and his grip on her arm tightened. They locked eyes, at an impasse, waiting to see who would flinch.