Chatter and Twelvecolonies and big bang
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The boys have been sick. Trevor's got an ear infection, largely due to cutting his two year old molars. Toby's got a 24 hour GI bug, which he oh-so-generously gave to me. Last night was okay, but the night before was NOT fun. Of course, hubby was out of town that night. Fortunately, he seems to be getting better- he's just a GRUMP today. However, I'm not going to complain, because some friends of ours had their baby 5 weeks early, and he was airlifted to a different hospital yesterday because he wasn't responding as well as they hoped to the treatments. Yeah. I'll take a GI bug and an ear infection over dealing with that any day of the week, and I really, really hope this little guy does well.
You've probably noticed I've had nothing to say about Roman Polanski. That's pretty much because I'd better be preaching to the choir. I mean, look. I do believe people can change. I do believe in rehabilitation, in second chances, and in people not being black and white. But I also very firmly believe in justice, and when you admit to raping a child and skip out on your punishment, that ain't justice to me. I don't think the man should die for his crimes, but by God I think he should pay, and not just with money. Some things can't be bought. Anyway. Someday I think I'd like to talk about some related subjects in more detail, but today is not that day.
So, back to the trivial and fun...
Big bang's been coming along. I'm having the feeling that I bit off more than I can chew, but we'll see. I have my posting date, and I really want to be done before then because NaNoWriMo is totally calling me.
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twelvecolonies finished its first big battle. For those wondering what the heck it is, it's a challenge community that puts up weekly challenges. Most of them are small and short and can be done in minimal time- icon challenges, limericks, identify the screencap, etc. It's a fun community, and if you're missing BSG on the internet, it's a good place to hang out. (Come join team Galactica.)
Of course I entered the one story challenge, but I didn't place. However, all of the entries were awesome, and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
grey_sw won the challenge. If you've read her stuff, you know why I'm not feeling that bummed, because the girl is damn good (in fact, I voted for her entry. Actually, I voted for the three entries that placed. Heh.) Hopefully she'll post it online soon, and everyone else can read it, too.
Mine is below. It's one of the bunnies that's been nibbling at me- Narcho during The Passage. Although it's very abridged. However, although I didn't intentionally set this during the ALTLUT universe, it totally set itself there. (That's something I've had to be very wary of in my big bang, because it's VERY important that Noel and Louis were NOT former lovers in that.) I just tend to cling to a characterization, and as far as I'm concerned, Narcho is a hot guy from Scorpia that totally had a motorcycle and a past thing with Hoshi that they both frakked up. This can be detrimental to me, because I've got my own canon that people who haven't read my stuff don't know, but much of my f-list has. Anyway, it's short...
Title: Glory Days
Characters: Narcho, Hoshi
Rating: PG
Summary An ego can be a tough thing to live with.
Spoilers: "The Passage"
Five jumps out and five jumps back, all through intense radiation, all on empty stomachs.
"You're going to get killed," Louis said when Noel told him.
"Come on," Noel said with a cocky grin. "You know me better than that."
"Mmm." Louis just raised an eyebrow. "Don't do anything stupid, Noel. If your badge starts turning black-"
"Hey, stop worrying so much. It's me." He winked. "Of course I'm going to do something stupid. But I'm not dumb."
"Just… come back, okay?" Louis said.
Noel clapped him on the shoulder. "You know I will."
***
The first jumps were easy. The light and heat were overwhelming, but Noel gloried in it. It reminded him of hot summer days on Scorpia, the dry sort of days where he'd ride his bike over red dust roads, scaring the birds and the children with the roar of the engine. It reminded him of his marathon days, when his lungs felt like white hot stars and his head pounded in exhaustion, and his body begged to drop but he refused and kept running. It reminded him of basic, it reminded him of the Academy, it reminded him of the Pegasus, struggling to prove himself and get that Top Gun spot. The radiation reminded him of all those times that his body said no more and his soul said frak yes and he'd shown his body who was boss.
"Galactica, this is Narcho," he said, the hulk of the Outlander right behind him. "We're through."
It was Louis who answered. "Glad to see you on the other side, Narcho." The relief in his voice was almost tangible.
"Did you really doubt it?" Noel asked, stretching his arms as best he could. He wouldn't admit they were starting to ache.
***
By the end of the second jump back, the giddiness had worn off. Noel staggered out of the Raptor, and immediately vomited all over the floor.
"Hang in there, Narcho," the medic said, checking his badge. Noel looked down and saw that there were only dots on it. He flushed. For that kind of reaction, the badge should be black. He pulled himself together and downed a little water, because there were still three out-and-backs to go. And Noel Allison wasn't one to quit.
***
The light was blinding. He couldn't open his eyes. The voice over the radio was from so far away, screaming in distorted tones. They were lost, they were alone, they were desperate.
He forced his eyes open and saw the comm unit in front of him, blurry and in double. He tried four times before he pushed the right button. "Zephyr," he croaked, "this is Narcho. You're not alone. I've got you."
"Narcho." The captain's voice was relieved. "We thought we lost you."
"Never." He tried to smile, but even as he did he felt the bile rising again. He struggled with the helmet, but he couldn't get it off in time and the thin, sour liquid splattered against the shield, bouncing back and hitting his face.
"Narcho?"
He took a deep breath, and then another. Tried to wipe his mouth and then realized the helmet was in the way. The smell was overpowering, and he fumbled for the catch. If he was going to die, a frakking helmet wasn't going to save him now.
The helmet came off, and even the hot air felt like a sweet breeze. He tossed the helmet into the co-pilots' seat and then wiped his face. He pressed the comm unit with trembling hands. "We've got our bearings. Jump!"
And there they were, safe on the other side. And there was the Galactica.
On the comm unit, there were sounds of whooping and celebration. Noel tried to whoop back, but no sound would leave his throat.
"Narcho, this is Galactica." Louis's voice, in his ear. "Come in."
"I'm here," he croaked. The Galactica blurred, and he had to lean over again. Dry heaves shook him, and he could barely move.
"Hang on, Noel," Louis said. "I'll guide you in."
He was vaguely aware of two Vipers, awkwardly piloted by a pair of officers that didn't have their wings but at least knew up from down, winging in towards his Raptor and flying on either side. He felt the thumps of his landing like they were happening to someone else, and the Raptor skidded in. Some part of him cringed, because he hadn't botched a landing that bad in years, but his hands clung to the controls and he watched the sparks fly as his Raptor landed. He managed to hit the hatch release, even though he was ice cold and sweating and shaking.
The last thing he remembered was slumping over at the seat, the world spinning, hands lifting him up. And Louis's voice in his ear. "Good job, Noel. You made it home."
***
There were beeps. Frakking beeps. And he was in something soft and comfortable and cool.
"Is this what being dead feels like?"
"I seriously doubt it. Couldn't say, as I've never been dead."
He knew that voice, and he opened his eyes. Louis smiled back at him. " Doc says you're going to be fine."
"I fainted."
Louis looked at the ceiling. "You did."
"I fainted. Like a godsdamned wuss of a nugget, I fainted. Frak!"
Louis shook his head. "You're going to be fine," he repeated. He squeezed Noel's hand. "I have to get back to duty," he said. "We've still got the last group of ships to get through."
"Do I-"
"You stay here."
"But I should-"
Louis smiled. "You did your duty, Noel. And you did it well. Now sleep." He leaned over and kissed Noel on the forehead, the first time since… since.
"I'm not lost," he told Louis.
"No. You're not." Louis smiled, patted his hand, and walked out of the infirmary.
Noel snuggled under the covers and closed his eyes. The light of the radiation softened, and he was home.
The ironic thing is, I suck at graphics. One of the challenges was to photoshop a BSG character into a superhero (or villain). Let me reinforce- I am TERRIBLE at graphics, and I'm not saying that falsely to garner compliments. I used Paint, and I spent maybe a half hour on this. And yet, it netted me third place:
Is there anyone who really didn't guess that one was mine? Heh. When I get stuck on something, I get stuck. But I still think I'd better stick to the writing and leave the graphics to those more talented at it than I!
Anyway,twelvecolonies. Much fun. Come over and play- it's great procrastination!
Speaking of procrastination, the boys are sleeping hard. I'd better hit that big bang with a vengenance!
The boys have been sick. Trevor's got an ear infection, largely due to cutting his two year old molars. Toby's got a 24 hour GI bug, which he oh-so-generously gave to me. Last night was okay, but the night before was NOT fun. Of course, hubby was out of town that night. Fortunately, he seems to be getting better- he's just a GRUMP today. However, I'm not going to complain, because some friends of ours had their baby 5 weeks early, and he was airlifted to a different hospital yesterday because he wasn't responding as well as they hoped to the treatments. Yeah. I'll take a GI bug and an ear infection over dealing with that any day of the week, and I really, really hope this little guy does well.
You've probably noticed I've had nothing to say about Roman Polanski. That's pretty much because I'd better be preaching to the choir. I mean, look. I do believe people can change. I do believe in rehabilitation, in second chances, and in people not being black and white. But I also very firmly believe in justice, and when you admit to raping a child and skip out on your punishment, that ain't justice to me. I don't think the man should die for his crimes, but by God I think he should pay, and not just with money. Some things can't be bought. Anyway. Someday I think I'd like to talk about some related subjects in more detail, but today is not that day.
So, back to the trivial and fun...
Big bang's been coming along. I'm having the feeling that I bit off more than I can chew, but we'll see. I have my posting date, and I really want to be done before then because NaNoWriMo is totally calling me.
twelvecolonies finished its first big battle. For those wondering what the heck it is, it's a challenge community that puts up weekly challenges. Most of them are small and short and can be done in minimal time- icon challenges, limericks, identify the screencap, etc. It's a fun community, and if you're missing BSG on the internet, it's a good place to hang out. (Come join team Galactica.)Of course I entered the one story challenge, but I didn't place. However, all of the entries were awesome, and
grey_sw won the challenge. If you've read her stuff, you know why I'm not feeling that bummed, because the girl is damn good (in fact, I voted for her entry. Actually, I voted for the three entries that placed. Heh.) Hopefully she'll post it online soon, and everyone else can read it, too.Mine is below. It's one of the bunnies that's been nibbling at me- Narcho during The Passage. Although it's very abridged. However, although I didn't intentionally set this during the ALTLUT universe, it totally set itself there. (That's something I've had to be very wary of in my big bang, because it's VERY important that Noel and Louis were NOT former lovers in that.) I just tend to cling to a characterization, and as far as I'm concerned, Narcho is a hot guy from Scorpia that totally had a motorcycle and a past thing with Hoshi that they both frakked up. This can be detrimental to me, because I've got my own canon that people who haven't read my stuff don't know, but much of my f-list has. Anyway, it's short...
Title: Glory Days
Characters: Narcho, Hoshi
Rating: PG
Summary An ego can be a tough thing to live with.
Spoilers: "The Passage"
Five jumps out and five jumps back, all through intense radiation, all on empty stomachs.
"You're going to get killed," Louis said when Noel told him.
"Come on," Noel said with a cocky grin. "You know me better than that."
"Mmm." Louis just raised an eyebrow. "Don't do anything stupid, Noel. If your badge starts turning black-"
"Hey, stop worrying so much. It's me." He winked. "Of course I'm going to do something stupid. But I'm not dumb."
"Just… come back, okay?" Louis said.
Noel clapped him on the shoulder. "You know I will."
***
The first jumps were easy. The light and heat were overwhelming, but Noel gloried in it. It reminded him of hot summer days on Scorpia, the dry sort of days where he'd ride his bike over red dust roads, scaring the birds and the children with the roar of the engine. It reminded him of his marathon days, when his lungs felt like white hot stars and his head pounded in exhaustion, and his body begged to drop but he refused and kept running. It reminded him of basic, it reminded him of the Academy, it reminded him of the Pegasus, struggling to prove himself and get that Top Gun spot. The radiation reminded him of all those times that his body said no more and his soul said frak yes and he'd shown his body who was boss.
"Galactica, this is Narcho," he said, the hulk of the Outlander right behind him. "We're through."
It was Louis who answered. "Glad to see you on the other side, Narcho." The relief in his voice was almost tangible.
"Did you really doubt it?" Noel asked, stretching his arms as best he could. He wouldn't admit they were starting to ache.
***
By the end of the second jump back, the giddiness had worn off. Noel staggered out of the Raptor, and immediately vomited all over the floor.
"Hang in there, Narcho," the medic said, checking his badge. Noel looked down and saw that there were only dots on it. He flushed. For that kind of reaction, the badge should be black. He pulled himself together and downed a little water, because there were still three out-and-backs to go. And Noel Allison wasn't one to quit.
***
The light was blinding. He couldn't open his eyes. The voice over the radio was from so far away, screaming in distorted tones. They were lost, they were alone, they were desperate.
He forced his eyes open and saw the comm unit in front of him, blurry and in double. He tried four times before he pushed the right button. "Zephyr," he croaked, "this is Narcho. You're not alone. I've got you."
"Narcho." The captain's voice was relieved. "We thought we lost you."
"Never." He tried to smile, but even as he did he felt the bile rising again. He struggled with the helmet, but he couldn't get it off in time and the thin, sour liquid splattered against the shield, bouncing back and hitting his face.
"Narcho?"
He took a deep breath, and then another. Tried to wipe his mouth and then realized the helmet was in the way. The smell was overpowering, and he fumbled for the catch. If he was going to die, a frakking helmet wasn't going to save him now.
The helmet came off, and even the hot air felt like a sweet breeze. He tossed the helmet into the co-pilots' seat and then wiped his face. He pressed the comm unit with trembling hands. "We've got our bearings. Jump!"
And there they were, safe on the other side. And there was the Galactica.
On the comm unit, there were sounds of whooping and celebration. Noel tried to whoop back, but no sound would leave his throat.
"Narcho, this is Galactica." Louis's voice, in his ear. "Come in."
"I'm here," he croaked. The Galactica blurred, and he had to lean over again. Dry heaves shook him, and he could barely move.
"Hang on, Noel," Louis said. "I'll guide you in."
He was vaguely aware of two Vipers, awkwardly piloted by a pair of officers that didn't have their wings but at least knew up from down, winging in towards his Raptor and flying on either side. He felt the thumps of his landing like they were happening to someone else, and the Raptor skidded in. Some part of him cringed, because he hadn't botched a landing that bad in years, but his hands clung to the controls and he watched the sparks fly as his Raptor landed. He managed to hit the hatch release, even though he was ice cold and sweating and shaking.
The last thing he remembered was slumping over at the seat, the world spinning, hands lifting him up. And Louis's voice in his ear. "Good job, Noel. You made it home."
***
There were beeps. Frakking beeps. And he was in something soft and comfortable and cool.
"Is this what being dead feels like?"
"I seriously doubt it. Couldn't say, as I've never been dead."
He knew that voice, and he opened his eyes. Louis smiled back at him. " Doc says you're going to be fine."
"I fainted."
Louis looked at the ceiling. "You did."
"I fainted. Like a godsdamned wuss of a nugget, I fainted. Frak!"
Louis shook his head. "You're going to be fine," he repeated. He squeezed Noel's hand. "I have to get back to duty," he said. "We've still got the last group of ships to get through."
"Do I-"
"You stay here."
"But I should-"
Louis smiled. "You did your duty, Noel. And you did it well. Now sleep." He leaned over and kissed Noel on the forehead, the first time since… since.
"I'm not lost," he told Louis.
"No. You're not." Louis smiled, patted his hand, and walked out of the infirmary.
Noel snuggled under the covers and closed his eyes. The light of the radiation softened, and he was home.
The ironic thing is, I suck at graphics. One of the challenges was to photoshop a BSG character into a superhero (or villain). Let me reinforce- I am TERRIBLE at graphics, and I'm not saying that falsely to garner compliments. I used Paint, and I spent maybe a half hour on this. And yet, it netted me third place:
Is there anyone who really didn't guess that one was mine? Heh. When I get stuck on something, I get stuck. But I still think I'd better stick to the writing and leave the graphics to those more talented at it than I!
Anyway,
twelvecolonies. Much fun. Come over and play- it's great procrastination!Speaking of procrastination, the boys are sleeping hard. I'd better hit that big bang with a vengenance!
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Date: 2009-10-01 07:17 pm (UTC)I cannot BELIEVE that Trevor is going to be two soon. *boggles*
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Date: 2009-10-01 07:35 pm (UTC)I know, though. TWO. I'm going to have to put up pictures again soon. (And we ought to try to get together soon!)
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Date: 2009-10-01 07:46 pm (UTC)Hee the pic! Who cares about technical details when it's funny. It is very worthy of third place.
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Date: 2009-10-02 02:51 am (UTC)And thanks on the pic! I know I wasn't overly creative on who I made him into, but it really, really does fit.
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Date: 2009-10-01 10:07 pm (UTC)That is a really neat little fic, knowing your backstory. I absolutely love this line: The radiation reminded him of all those times that his body said no more and his soul said frak yes and he'd shown his body who was boss.
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Date: 2009-10-02 02:46 am (UTC)Big bang... help! Lee just called his father on why they're still holding Zarek. Oooh, wait. I've got it. Incriminating evidence that he was in on the mutiny situation.
::phew::
That will work, right? (I still haven't even decided how much he was. I think he was to an extent, but I also think it wasn't Narcho he was communicating with... I'm thinking it was Racetrack.)
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Date: 2009-10-02 10:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-01 11:37 pm (UTC)And I like this line a lot: The radiation reminded him of all those times that his body said no more and his soul said frak yes and he'd shown his body who was boss. I love your Narcho.
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Date: 2009-10-02 02:49 am (UTC)Thanks! :)
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Date: 2009-10-02 06:27 am (UTC)Twelvecolonies is the best -- one of the things I really like about it is that it gets me out of my comfort zone. I am also not that great with graphics (viva la pencil tool! \o/), so it's fun to get to do some once in a while.
I'll definitely post that story sometime soon. To me, Jaffee represents everything wrong with Adama's administration post season 3 -- the guy brings him coffee every day and is still an Ensign after four years in battle?! And meanwhile Adama's son is like "lol did u know I'm a Major and CAG and also the President"? Come on. I'm surprised Adama didn't award him the Colonial Daddy's Little Boy Cross With Clusters while he was at it. :P
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Date: 2009-10-02 11:30 am (UTC)Twelvecolonies is fun! I miss BSG stuff on the internet, so it's a nice little fix :)
I totally agree about Jaffee. And yet, the guy protects Adama with his life. Adama doesn't care about Jaffee until Jaffee's dead, and he can use him as a weapon against Felix. Even then, I'm still not sure he cares so much- I got the impression he knew Felix would care and that's why it was almost an effective psychological weapon.
I've been having a very hard time writing Adama sympathetically in my big bang. All he does is drink. At least in canon, he brushed his teeth, too :P
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Date: 2009-10-02 05:32 pm (UTC)hmm, good call. It is sort of distracting. I do present-tense fics once in a while, and sometimes that bothers people, but second person is much worse. You do this, you do that, you look up the troll in the chart in the back of the monster manual and roll 2D6 for damage, etc. :P That one was a great story nonetheless, though... somehow second person really works for an "insignificant character" challenge.
I've been having a very hard time writing Adama sympathetically in my big bang. All he does is drink. At least in canon, he brushed his teeth, too :P
heh, yeah. I more-or-less just gave him a wakeup call and then wrote him as a slightly sadder version of his pre-4.5 self -- I just couldn't deal with his bullshit anymore.
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Date: 2009-10-02 11:25 pm (UTC)(I'm kidding please do not go there mommy)
all those times that his body said no more and his soul said frak yes
Oooh, I like that phrase!! Aww, your Noel is so much fun.
OMG that image! *loves it unreasonably*
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Date: 2009-10-05 01:54 am (UTC)And Gaeta as Dr Horrible! HA! So excellent. :D