"You son of a bitch," Kara spits, "I'll do it myself." She breaks for the FTL controls; Helo grabs her and shouts out in surprise.
Human, Cylon, none of them are perfect or have the answers. Kara says she does and he wants to believe her. Maybe more than anyone else on this godsdamn ship, he wants to believe her and does, in his heart if not in his brain. But even he doesn't know where the circuitry ends and learned intelligence begins. All he knows is what it means to be Sam, and he's always gone by his gut. Always. His first move is always to protect, to defend, to stand up for those he loves. On this ship there's only one person who fits that description, and right now she's restrained by someone she trusts.
Trusted. It's his automatic reaction when he steps forward, the words defend Kara the only things he knows. "What the hell are you doing, Karl?"
"Stand down!"
He's never taken orders from Karl. He's never been very good at taking orders from anyone, although he's swallowed his frakking pride and done it on this ship. He's sure as frak not gonna change now, now that Sharon's got his wife in a headlock. This is all wrong.
"Order the marine guards to the control room," Helo commands. "Tell them I'm placing Captain Thrace under arrest."
He can't believe this. Yeah, it's been frakked up on the Demetrius and yeah, the crew's been muttering mutinous thoughts for a while now, but he can't believe he's the only one who believes enough in Kara to want to see this thing through. Filled with fire, she tells Helo how godsdamn wrong he is about this whole thing.
So much for loyalties; Helo has it figured out. "Either way, we're taking Leoben and his proposal back to the fleet. We'll let the Admiral sort it out."
When Kara spits that Helo's throwing away their last chance to find Earth, he has to agree. Steps forward, gets right in Helo's face: someone's gotta do it. Someone has to be the frakking voice of... of reason? Compromise? Attention to their mission? He knows Kara, and they're so close he can taste it and if he can, it's got to be driving her frakking crazy.
"And you'll be going back to Galactica as mutineers. How do you think the Admiral's gonna sort through that?"
His weapon's at his hip. He doesn't want to use it, but frak if he'll see his wife arrested for doing her godsdamn job, for carrying out their godsdamn mission. Mission. Since the day he met Kara, his life has been framed by her missions and if it wasn't for that he'd be a dead man. Cylon. Whichever: he has to stand up for her. He has to, like it's wired into him.
Helo's not worried. "That's up to him. Mr. Gaeta, reset the FTL for the first jump back to the fleet." Gaeta obeys, Seelix -- frak her with her guns trained on his wife -- tells Kara they ought to just airlock her Cylon ass. Like hell he's gonna let that happen, or let anyone think about it, or let them talk that way to his wife. Kara protests she's not a Cylon, as if it matters any more who is and who isn't, and before he knows it his gun's drawn.
Someone has to do something here. Someone has to act. Kara does first, scrambling to get out of Sharon's hold, and he yells for Gaeta to stop. Stop spooling the FTL, stop listening to Helo, stop... stop everything. Sharon scrambles to hang onto Kara, Seelix waves those guns, Helo's waiting for the Marines, and Gaeta... no, no no no ("Gaeta, abort the jump!"), he can see the monitor reporting that the drives are spooling, and that has to stop. They're so close, so frakking close.
"I said abort the jump!"
Gaeta doesn't. He doesn't pay any frakking attention and this is it. All the talk, the grumbling, the muttering, the poison they've been spewing about Kara, it all comes to a head right here and now. It's a full-fledged mutiny, and like frak is he gonna stand around and watch his wife get taken down.
He hardly even pays more than passing attention at first when his gun fires. Not until he feels Barolay's arm against his chest, holding him back, and hears Kara shouting his name and sees... "You want to know who's in charge? You want to know who's in command? You frakking want to know? It's Captain Thrace, godsdammit! Now you let her go."
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Human, Cylon, none of them are perfect or have the answers. Kara says she does and he wants to believe her. Maybe more than anyone else on this godsdamn ship, he wants to believe her and does, in his heart if not in his brain. But even he doesn't know where the circuitry ends and learned intelligence begins. All he knows is what it means to be Sam, and he's always gone by his gut. Always. His first move is always to protect, to defend, to stand up for those he loves. On this ship there's only one person who fits that description, and right now she's restrained by someone she trusts.
Trusted. It's his automatic reaction when he steps forward, the words defend Kara the only things he knows. "What the hell are you doing, Karl?"
"Stand down!"
He's never taken orders from Karl. He's never been very good at taking orders from anyone, although he's swallowed his frakking pride and done it on this ship. He's sure as frak not gonna change now, now that Sharon's got his wife in a headlock. This is all wrong.
"Order the marine guards to the control room," Helo commands. "Tell them I'm placing Captain Thrace under arrest."
He can't believe this. Yeah, it's been frakked up on the Demetrius and yeah, the crew's been muttering mutinous thoughts for a while now, but he can't believe he's the only one who believes enough in Kara to want to see this thing through. Filled with fire, she tells Helo how godsdamn wrong he is about this whole thing.
So much for loyalties; Helo has it figured out. "Either way, we're taking Leoben and his proposal back to the fleet. We'll let the Admiral sort it out."
When Kara spits that Helo's throwing away their last chance to find Earth, he has to agree. Steps forward, gets right in Helo's face: someone's gotta do it. Someone has to be the frakking voice of... of reason? Compromise? Attention to their mission? He knows Kara, and they're so close he can taste it and if he can, it's got to be driving her frakking crazy.
"And you'll be going back to Galactica as mutineers. How do you think the Admiral's gonna sort through that?"
His weapon's at his hip. He doesn't want to use it, but frak if he'll see his wife arrested for doing her godsdamn job, for carrying out their godsdamn mission. Mission. Since the day he met Kara, his life has been framed by her missions and if it wasn't for that he'd be a dead man. Cylon. Whichever: he has to stand up for her. He has to, like it's wired into him.
Helo's not worried. "That's up to him. Mr. Gaeta, reset the FTL for the first jump back to the fleet." Gaeta obeys, Seelix -- frak her with her guns trained on his wife -- tells Kara they ought to just airlock her Cylon ass. Like hell he's gonna let that happen, or let anyone think about it, or let them talk that way to his wife. Kara protests she's not a Cylon, as if it matters any more who is and who isn't, and before he knows it his gun's drawn.
Someone has to do something here. Someone has to act. Kara does first, scrambling to get out of Sharon's hold, and he yells for Gaeta to stop. Stop spooling the FTL, stop listening to Helo, stop... stop everything. Sharon scrambles to hang onto Kara, Seelix waves those guns, Helo's waiting for the Marines, and Gaeta... no, no no no ("Gaeta, abort the jump!"), he can see the monitor reporting that the drives are spooling, and that has to stop. They're so close, so frakking close.
"I said abort the jump!"
Gaeta doesn't. He doesn't pay any frakking attention and this is it. All the talk, the grumbling, the muttering, the poison they've been spewing about Kara, it all comes to a head right here and now. It's a full-fledged mutiny, and like frak is he gonna stand around and watch his wife get taken down.
He hardly even pays more than passing attention at first when his gun fires. Not until he feels Barolay's arm against his chest, holding him back, and hears Kara shouting his name and sees... "You want to know who's in charge? You want to know who's in command? You frakking want to know? It's Captain Thrace, godsdammit! Now you let her go."
(Oh, frak him. What has he done?)