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Game Over (The Like the Rifle Remix) by florastuart (PG-13)
Fandom: BATTLESTAR GALACTICA 2003
Pairing: None, Original Characters
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florastuart
Author Website: Fic organized in Memories here.
Why this must be read:
I knew the moment I signed on to rec for BSG this month that I wanted to rec this fic, but I already know that some people will turn away because of the note about original characters. Don't. I promise you that you will regret it.
This fic is simply amazing. It is a brilliant piece of story telling that does what so few fanfictions can do - it makes us care about the characters we don't really see.
BSG shows us lots of things about life in the military.florastuart shows us things about life as a survivor. Her tale revolves around two boys who are accidentally rescued before the start of the Cylon War. This story shows how they survived, what they sacrificed, how the war looked to them, and, even more impressively, provides a background for the BSG-verse that is utterly believable in its stark grandeur.
To understand what the end of the world feels like, look at it through the eyes of the helpless. Go, read, and adore this fic. It's not that hard to do.
Author's Summary: He's not very good at this game yet.
Mama and Daddy said stay here, we'll be back in an hour or two if there's no trouble.
A bench in Caprica City's northwest spaceport, between a light liner's gangplank and a midrange cargo-hauler. Just close enough to watch the Fleet woman standing guard by the boxy, gleaming Raptor, her crisp steps back-and-forth, back-and-forth, her rifle cradled in her arms.
Tom tries to copy her smart about-face, gets his feet tangled together and comes back to sit down. Luke sits on the bench, playing "Cylon Raiders" on his new game-viewer, while Tom bounces and fidgets beside him, pesters for a turn, pesters for Luke's attention.
"Want to see the spaceships!" Tom is still scared of the milling people, tall grownups pushing and rushing to ticket counters at the other end of the docking corridor, the booming voice of the loudspeaker. He wants his big brother with him.
The badges around their necks mark them as spacers' kids; the deck chief and his crew are watching out for them while Mama and Daddy are working in another section, but they know this port, and they are wise to the decks and know better than to wander into the path of the baggage trolleys or the hydraulic loaders.
"When I finish this game," Luke promises, distracted. It won't be long; the viewer is new, a present from Daddy for his eighth birthday, and he's not very good at this game yet. The Cylons always win.
Game Over (The Like the Rifle Remix)
Pairing: None, Original Characters
Author on LJ:
florastuartAuthor Website: Fic organized in Memories here.
Why this must be read:
I knew the moment I signed on to rec for BSG this month that I wanted to rec this fic, but I already know that some people will turn away because of the note about original characters. Don't. I promise you that you will regret it.
This fic is simply amazing. It is a brilliant piece of story telling that does what so few fanfictions can do - it makes us care about the characters we don't really see.
BSG shows us lots of things about life in the military.
florastuart shows us things about life as a survivor. Her tale revolves around two boys who are accidentally rescued before the start of the Cylon War. This story shows how they survived, what they sacrificed, how the war looked to them, and, even more impressively, provides a background for the BSG-verse that is utterly believable in its stark grandeur. To understand what the end of the world feels like, look at it through the eyes of the helpless. Go, read, and adore this fic. It's not that hard to do.
Author's Summary: He's not very good at this game yet.
Mama and Daddy said stay here, we'll be back in an hour or two if there's no trouble.
A bench in Caprica City's northwest spaceport, between a light liner's gangplank and a midrange cargo-hauler. Just close enough to watch the Fleet woman standing guard by the boxy, gleaming Raptor, her crisp steps back-and-forth, back-and-forth, her rifle cradled in her arms.
Tom tries to copy her smart about-face, gets his feet tangled together and comes back to sit down. Luke sits on the bench, playing "Cylon Raiders" on his new game-viewer, while Tom bounces and fidgets beside him, pesters for a turn, pesters for Luke's attention.
"Want to see the spaceships!" Tom is still scared of the milling people, tall grownups pushing and rushing to ticket counters at the other end of the docking corridor, the booming voice of the loudspeaker. He wants his big brother with him.
The badges around their necks mark them as spacers' kids; the deck chief and his crew are watching out for them while Mama and Daddy are working in another section, but they know this port, and they are wise to the decks and know better than to wander into the path of the baggage trolleys or the hydraulic loaders.
"When I finish this game," Luke promises, distracted. It won't be long; the viewer is new, a present from Daddy for his eighth birthday, and he's not very good at this game yet. The Cylons always win.
Game Over (The Like the Rifle Remix)
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