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Voice of Reason by grey_sw (R)
And now, from the beginning of the series we go to the end!
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Pairing: It's an ensemble story with canon pairings. Seriously, it's long and has everyone in it somewhere.
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
grey_sw
Author Website: AO3, LJ Masterlist.
Why this must be read:
The second half of season four spawned a whole host of AUs. Some were long, some were short. This 2009![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
bsg_bigbang story is one of the best. Sam Anders dies in the mutiny. He resurrects on the Colony, where Cavil is working to save his people. At the same time, Starbuck and Adama are trying to save the Fleet from his people... and Boomer, Baltar, and Tyrol are still trying to save everyone, each in their own strange way. The plot has many satisfying twists and turns, and everyone gets their moment in the sun. It's a great read, and more satisfying than what Ron Moore and Co. gave us.
Sam snapped awake to the sound of a voice outside the door.
"Dammit, who the frak thought stairs were a great idea for a spaceship? I can't believe we left all this stupid crap down here."
Sam shivered. He cast about for a place to hide, but there wasn't one; the best he could do was to crouch behind the resurrection tub, ready to attack.
If John comes through that door, kill him, Sam thought to himself. Break his neck. Don't hesitate!
"I hope you brought me down here for a reason," Cavil went on. "If you wanna pull this 'wonder dog' act, there'd better be somebody down the frakkin' well."
His voice was right outside the door. Sam heard the clanking of the Centurion's feet as they came to a stop. Sam shook with adrenaline, his muscles tensed to spring.
There was a long pause.
"On second thought, why don't you go first?" Cavil said. Sam's stomach dropped. He made himself very small behind the tub, but to no avail; the door opened, the Centurion stepped inside, and then it bent down beside him, cocking its head in a quizzical way.
It could not speak, but its bearing said clearly, what are you doing down there?
"Hey, what's goin' on? What'd you-- oh," said Cavil, who'd poked his head through the door. "Oh, you bastard. You had a backup, didn't you? Somethin' that didn't go through the Hub? How very clever."
Sam wanted to scream. It wasn't his backup -- it had been Ellen's project, a failsafe in case anything happened on their journey, but the trip had been so tedious that he'd forgotten about it long before they'd reached the Colonies. They all had. Even Ellen.
Right now, he wished she'd never built it.
"Pick him up," Cavil ordered. "We're going upstairs, Dad. It's family reunion time."
---
Bill Adama stared at the paperwork on his desk, nearly two inches' worth of neatly stacked paper, and despaired. Gaeta. Zarek. Jaffee. Laird. More than a hundred others, his kids, were lost forever, and another fifty had been arrested for mutiny.
Treason, Gaeta had said. Desertion. Gross dereliction of duty. Giving aid and comfort to the enemy. Adama still believed the answer he'd given to the latter charge -- if anything, the rebel Cylons had given them aid when they'd needed it most, and they'd proved their good intentions once again by protecting Laura. But desertion and dereliction... if he was honest with himself, there might have been a little of that. Not just in him, but in all of them.
"We've let ourselves go," he muttered. "We're getting too damn tired, too worn."
He shifted his gaze to Tyrol's report on the damage in the FTL Room, sighing as he read it for the fifth time. Galactica was worn out, too, riddled with structural damage. Without the Cylons' help, she might never jump again. He took a sip of his drink, letting it burn its way down.
FTL drives were one thing, but could he really allow the Cylons to alter the ship itself? To sink their machine-goo into her very bones?
"What choice do I have?" he asked her, gazing up at the crack that was beginning to spread along the ceiling. Galactica didn't answer, of course. He looked back down at his papers, finally turning his attention to the one on top of the stack.
Samuel T. Anders. Kara's boy, perhaps the happiest thing that had ever happened to Adama's only daughter... when he wasn't the saddest, Kara being Kara. Now Sam was gone, forever, shot dead by one of his own comrades. And Adama had hardly known him, though Sam should have been like a son-in-law to him.
I thought there'd be time. Time enough to put everything right. I was wrong.
Funny how none of them would admit to it; the mutineers had the courage to kidnap babies and shoot innocents, but not the guts to own up to killing Kara's "toaster". At least, not to the Admiral's face.
Adama lifted his glass again, saluting the ceiling, and then took a long pull. "He died for you, Old Girl. He died fighting for this ship. They all did. We gotta put things right," he muttered, wiping his face. "We gotta stop this downward slide, before it gets any worse..."
He rubbed his eyes, signed Sam's death certificate with shaking hands, and then took another drink.
Voice of Reason
(also, don't forget to comment about the awesome accompanying art.)
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Pairing: It's an ensemble story with canon pairings. Seriously, it's long and has everyone in it somewhere.
Author on LJ:
grey_sw Author Website: AO3, LJ Masterlist.
Why this must be read:
The second half of season four spawned a whole host of AUs. Some were long, some were short. This 2009
bsg_bigbang story is one of the best. Sam Anders dies in the mutiny. He resurrects on the Colony, where Cavil is working to save his people. At the same time, Starbuck and Adama are trying to save the Fleet from his people... and Boomer, Baltar, and Tyrol are still trying to save everyone, each in their own strange way. The plot has many satisfying twists and turns, and everyone gets their moment in the sun. It's a great read, and more satisfying than what Ron Moore and Co. gave us.Sam snapped awake to the sound of a voice outside the door.
"Dammit, who the frak thought stairs were a great idea for a spaceship? I can't believe we left all this stupid crap down here."
Sam shivered. He cast about for a place to hide, but there wasn't one; the best he could do was to crouch behind the resurrection tub, ready to attack.
If John comes through that door, kill him, Sam thought to himself. Break his neck. Don't hesitate!
"I hope you brought me down here for a reason," Cavil went on. "If you wanna pull this 'wonder dog' act, there'd better be somebody down the frakkin' well."
His voice was right outside the door. Sam heard the clanking of the Centurion's feet as they came to a stop. Sam shook with adrenaline, his muscles tensed to spring.
There was a long pause.
"On second thought, why don't you go first?" Cavil said. Sam's stomach dropped. He made himself very small behind the tub, but to no avail; the door opened, the Centurion stepped inside, and then it bent down beside him, cocking its head in a quizzical way.
It could not speak, but its bearing said clearly, what are you doing down there?
"Hey, what's goin' on? What'd you-- oh," said Cavil, who'd poked his head through the door. "Oh, you bastard. You had a backup, didn't you? Somethin' that didn't go through the Hub? How very clever."
Sam wanted to scream. It wasn't his backup -- it had been Ellen's project, a failsafe in case anything happened on their journey, but the trip had been so tedious that he'd forgotten about it long before they'd reached the Colonies. They all had. Even Ellen.
Right now, he wished she'd never built it.
"Pick him up," Cavil ordered. "We're going upstairs, Dad. It's family reunion time."
---
Bill Adama stared at the paperwork on his desk, nearly two inches' worth of neatly stacked paper, and despaired. Gaeta. Zarek. Jaffee. Laird. More than a hundred others, his kids, were lost forever, and another fifty had been arrested for mutiny.
Treason, Gaeta had said. Desertion. Gross dereliction of duty. Giving aid and comfort to the enemy. Adama still believed the answer he'd given to the latter charge -- if anything, the rebel Cylons had given them aid when they'd needed it most, and they'd proved their good intentions once again by protecting Laura. But desertion and dereliction... if he was honest with himself, there might have been a little of that. Not just in him, but in all of them.
"We've let ourselves go," he muttered. "We're getting too damn tired, too worn."
He shifted his gaze to Tyrol's report on the damage in the FTL Room, sighing as he read it for the fifth time. Galactica was worn out, too, riddled with structural damage. Without the Cylons' help, she might never jump again. He took a sip of his drink, letting it burn its way down.
FTL drives were one thing, but could he really allow the Cylons to alter the ship itself? To sink their machine-goo into her very bones?
"What choice do I have?" he asked her, gazing up at the crack that was beginning to spread along the ceiling. Galactica didn't answer, of course. He looked back down at his papers, finally turning his attention to the one on top of the stack.
Samuel T. Anders. Kara's boy, perhaps the happiest thing that had ever happened to Adama's only daughter... when he wasn't the saddest, Kara being Kara. Now Sam was gone, forever, shot dead by one of his own comrades. And Adama had hardly known him, though Sam should have been like a son-in-law to him.
I thought there'd be time. Time enough to put everything right. I was wrong.
Funny how none of them would admit to it; the mutineers had the courage to kidnap babies and shoot innocents, but not the guts to own up to killing Kara's "toaster". At least, not to the Admiral's face.
Adama lifted his glass again, saluting the ceiling, and then took a long pull. "He died for you, Old Girl. He died fighting for this ship. They all did. We gotta put things right," he muttered, wiping his face. "We gotta stop this downward slide, before it gets any worse..."
He rubbed his eyes, signed Sam's death certificate with shaking hands, and then took another drink.
Voice of Reason
(also, don't forget to comment about the awesome accompanying art.)
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