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TM 206: What do you live for?

November 26th, 2007 (03:26 pm)

I live for the rush. For the feeling I get when I am alone in the sky and there is nothing but stars far as the eye can see. Not even Galactica or another viper or a raptor. Nothing but stars and space. Space. Sometimes space looks so empty. Other times its like there's not any space left. But there I am alone in space and WHAM contact. All of a sudden I am not alone at all. There are ships everywhere. Weapons flying. Piercing. Skimming. Com chatter in my ear. The stars are still there but they no longer matter. All that matters is shift. Turn. Twist. Shoot.

I live for the look in their eyes when we return. The other pilots. Glee. Relief. Remaining fear. Lust. When you get that close to death you want to enjoy being alive. The deck crew. Determination. Weariness. Sometimes something like anger that we banged everything up so damn much again. The people in command. The government. The civvies. The families. Joy. Grief. Love.

I live for the people on this quixotic and quite possibly doomed journey with me.

I live for every day I wake up to see because that is another day the cylons didn't steal from me. From us.

I live for the rain. Nothing but the rain.

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TM 202: If life is a game who do you think is winning?

November 6th, 2007 (02:38 pm)

current mood: bitchy

Obviously, I am.

Seriously? Life is not a frakking game. Pyramid is a game. Triad is a game. Darts is a game. Drinking someone under the table is a game. Anything involving one of my pilots getting in a Viper and risking his or her life to protect all of ours is not a game. We do not award points or track kills or keep score because that would diminish the fact that we are at war. And war is another thing that is not a game.

Because, see, nobody wins life. They don’t hand out gold stars for being a good person. Maybe they should, but they don’t. So anybody out there who is expecting one or looking for one or hoping for one, knock it the hell off ‘cause it is not gonna happen. You want something for doing your job or loving your friends or just getting through yet another day of hell, line up because everybody wants that.

Life is not a game. Now, get over yourself and get back to work.

Muse: Kara Thrace
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Word Count: 176

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Locked to Lee (Meta)

October 15th, 2007 (01:27 pm)
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current mood: silly

....I TOLD you I'd haunt you forever!!!!

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TM 200: Bob Dylan is Talking to Me

October 15th, 2007 (12:58 pm)

current mood: cranky

[ooc: If you have seen the last episode of BSG Season 3, you may understand better why I wrote this; however there are no actual spoilers. Prompt:Lyrics to Dylan's Johanna.]

There is music in the machine and it is playing just for me.

Ever get a song stuck in your head? Insidious, right? You just cannot stop hearing it until you listen to it for real or you force yourself to think of another. I've had a song follow me around for a week, sometimes, maybe more. After a while, you start thinking it's a message that only you can understand. You start trying to guess it's meaning.

Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously

And first, you think: who's the little boy? Is it someone I know? Is it me? Then, you start getting philosophical...we're all the little boy, so what's that mean? What's the message? Finally, you decide there is no little boy. He represents the emotion behind loss, or it's another name for the gods, or something equally pretentious and ultimately absurd. Because at this point you don't care what the song means you just want to stop hearing it.

And then you do. And you laugh that you ever thought it meant anything, and you realize you need a day off if you were putting so much thought into figuring out the meaning behind something so simple. Secretly, you are relieved it's meaningless; and even more secretly, you wish it wasn't. Because what you really want is to know what songs mean and why they get stuck in your head. Because if that made sense maybe the big stuff would make sense too.

Muse: Kara Thrace
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Word Count: 240

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TM 197: Is there anyone in your life who you feel is exceptionally wise?

September 27th, 2007 (07:24 pm)
current mood: surprised

I can think of a lot of people who have at various times shown wisdom. But exceptionally wise? That's a different story.

I met Karl Agathon when we were both assigned to Galactica. I thought he was one of the most attractive men I'd ever met. And I thought he was a big dumb pilot. Not officer material that's for sure. Not husband or father material. Hell, not even boyfriend material. Crazy mad secret sex on the hanger deck? Absolutely. But the one friend I consider exceptionally wise? That's a surprise.

Thing is, this whole madcap ride we've been on since the cylons returned and the sky blew up Helo's the only one who's really stayed grounded. Who's remained himself, Karl Agathon, no matter what. And he's been there, more times than I want to admit, telling me to stay me, too. Kara Thrace, no matter what. Thanks for that.

But what makes him really, truly wise is this: he understands it's not about him. It's not about any one of us. Helo has chosen to do what's best for everyone over doing what's best for himself more than once. Even when he does things that seem selfish, they turn out to be what's best for all of us. And that is real wisdom.

Muse: Kara Thrace
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Word Count: 214

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TM 196: One Wish

September 21st, 2007 (09:25 am)

current location: I don't know.
current mood: alive

Spoilers through Season 3, MaelstromCollapse )

Muse: Kara Thrace
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Word Count: 447

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TM 195: Kara Thrace Shouldn't Be Your Hero

September 9th, 2007 (06:52 pm)
current mood: confused

[ooc: This post is in response to posts by Kacey and Sam. It incorporates Kara, Sam and Kacey's RP canon. Neither Kacey nor Sam are official theatrical_muse pups and both are written by me. Contains spoilers through Season 3.]

What makes someone a hero? What makes someone a villain?

Are you kidding me?Collapse )

Italics indicate direct quotes from Resurrection Ship Parts 1 and 2.
Muse: Kara Thrace
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Word Count: 593 (quotes not counted)

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TM 194: Michael Chabon Quote

September 4th, 2007 (11:22 am)

current mood: thoughtful

"The true magic of this broken world lay in the ability of the things it contained to vanish, to become so thoroughly lost, that they might never have existed in the first place." The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay, by Michael Chabon.

There's nothing in this universe compares with flying a viper. The feeling starts in the pit of your stomach when you enter the tube, waiting for the rush of wind as you are slung into the stars, shot into the vastness of space. One tiny ship, one sheet of metal banged and battered and thrown back together by the hard working deck crew. Your life is worth nothing so much as the plane and how fast you can fly it and how many bad guys you can take down and how many lives you can save today, this hour, this minute. Nothing in the universe compares with that.

When I look back at my life I see so many broken things. Dreams unachieved and goals forgotten and accolades that have lost their meaning. And people. People hurt, or worse, because I didn't know how not to break them or lose them or send them away. So usually I don't look back.

But some of those broken things...some of those broken things I don't want to lose. Sam. The Admiral. Kacey. My nuggets. Karl. Sharon. Lee. And me. The me that launches into space in the tiny metal plane, trusting that the crew have done their duty and the group in CIC are watching my back. Because I don't do it for the rush after all. I don't even do it because it has to be done. I do it because some things are worth trying to hold onto.

Muse: Kara Thrace
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Word Count: 248

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All right, I'll post this for all to see.

August 30th, 2007 (09:19 am)

current mood: bored

You scored as Special Ops, Special ops. You're sneaky, tactful, and a loner. You prefer to do your jobs alone, working where you don't come into contact with people. But every once in a while you hit it big and are noticed and given fame. You're given the more sensitive problems. You get things done, and do what has to be done. You are competent, resourceful, and resiliant.



Special Ops


Combat Infantry/Armor


Support Gunner












Which soldier type are you?
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I still want to know what a Vulcan Neck Pinch is.

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TM 191: Twenty Years Later

August 13th, 2007 (10:08 am)

current mood: apathetic

I expect to be dead.

I don't have a death wish or anything, just the odds are against me. Every time I climb into a viper I know it could be the last. That's why I live the way I do. I mean, why plan for a future that may never come?

If I'm not dead, well, I hope we've found Earth. Have stopped running, stopped fighting, beat the Cylons. I'm Admiral of the Fleet. Nah, that's Lee. Make the old man proud and all that. Maybe I will, too, somehow. Maybe...

Maybe if I'm not dead I'll find peace in some other way. Twenty years is a lot of time. Time enough to fix things.

I'd like to be settled. Not stagnant, not boring, but calm. Content. Still.

I'd like to...


In twenty years I would like to be someone else. I'd like to be happy in my marriage and have a child and a house (not a tent). To no longer be a viper pilot, maybe not even military. What might I be if I tried to do something else?


No. In twenty years time I'll be a memory, a picture on a wall. Maybe you'll name a daughter after me.

Muse: Kara Thrace
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Word Count: 205

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