Lay Down Your Burdens
Mar. 31st, 2009 10:09 pmIt happens as he's walking back from Galen Tyrol's tent, closing out another brief meeting that hadn't boiled down to much more than the wearied usual: the President's taking the union's requests into full consideration, he'll have an answer for you soon, I'm sorry, Galen, I'm doing everything I can to move this along.
It starts low; unrecognizable, especially to someone who only knows the craft by blips and shapes on a DRADIS screen. Gaeta thinks it's a Raptor at first, and, still walking, he twists his head around and up to look.
He knows what Raptor engines sound like, though. This isn't the same. It's too high, too thin. The seconds between his steps grow as, little by little, he drifts to a stop and keeps squinting up at the sky. The strange sound continues to build in a steadily approaching crescendo.
An instant later, a crescent-shaped Cylon Raider comes screaming over the horizon. Gaeta stops breathing.
And then he isn't walking anymore; he's running, at a dead sprint, as more Raiders split through the sky and descend on New Caprica.
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It starts low; unrecognizable, especially to someone who only knows the craft by blips and shapes on a DRADIS screen. Gaeta thinks it's a Raptor at first, and, still walking, he twists his head around and up to look.
He knows what Raptor engines sound like, though. This isn't the same. It's too high, too thin. The seconds between his steps grow as, little by little, he drifts to a stop and keeps squinting up at the sky. The strange sound continues to build in a steadily approaching crescendo.
An instant later, a crescent-shaped Cylon Raider comes screaming over the horizon. Gaeta stops breathing.
And then he isn't walking anymore; he's running, at a dead sprint, as more Raiders split through the sky and descend on New Caprica.
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