[ once, a dying cylon hybrid had given her a strange message: all of this has happened before, and it will all happen again. you are the harbinger of death, kara thrace. you will lead them all to their end. she hadn't known what to make of it at the time.
the last thing she remembers is closing her eyes and listening to the howl of the wind and the rain whipping the windscreen. her viper was all bells and whistles, blaring every alarm and flashing every caution light, but she had only heard the wind. she had calmly reassured lee that it would all be okay. she saw leoben and let him lead her into the river. she was almost to the point of no return, descending into the heart of a gas giant and a viper is only built to withstand so much.
and then she had dreamed the end of everything; anyone would think those things might be related.
kara clawed her way desperately out of the earth, crawling several feet on pure adrenaline before she stopped and realised she couldn't breathe. her air had been depleted for who knows how long, and her helmet still had a seal, and it took longer to pull it off with how badly her hands were shaking.
she had thrown up somewhere between then and now and had peeled off the top half of her flight suit and tied the sleeves around her waist. it's cooler like that, but her hair is still plastered to her head with sweat, and her eyes are puffy from crying. she hates crying, but anyone would in this situation; it's less sadness and more a necessary release of pressure.
by the time she runs into anakin, she's also armed herself with a stick and is doing her best not to look like she's in shock. ]
Yeah? Right back at ya, buddy. You sure that wouldn't mess up your hair?
[ it's her favourite coping mechanism: take it out on someone else. ]
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the last thing she remembers is closing her eyes and listening to the howl of the wind and the rain whipping the windscreen. her viper was all bells and whistles, blaring every alarm and flashing every caution light, but she had only heard the wind. she had calmly reassured lee that it would all be okay. she saw leoben and let him lead her into the river. she was almost to the point of no return, descending into the heart of a gas giant and a viper is only built to withstand so much.
and then she had dreamed the end of everything; anyone would think those things might be related.
kara clawed her way desperately out of the earth, crawling several feet on pure adrenaline before she stopped and realised she couldn't breathe. her air had been depleted for who knows how long, and her helmet still had a seal, and it took longer to pull it off with how badly her hands were shaking.
she had thrown up somewhere between then and now and had peeled off the top half of her flight suit and tied the sleeves around her waist. it's cooler like that, but her hair is still plastered to her head with sweat, and her eyes are puffy from crying. she hates crying, but anyone would in this situation; it's less sadness and more a necessary release of pressure.
by the time she runs into anakin, she's also armed herself with a stick and is doing her best not to look like she's in shock. ]
Yeah? Right back at ya, buddy. You sure that wouldn't mess up your hair?
[ it's her favourite coping mechanism: take it out on someone else. ]