Sep. 15th, 2009

number_eight: (Boomer - Cannot Wash this Blood Away)
No man is worth his salt who is not ready at all times to risk his body, to risk his well-being, to risk his life, in a great cause. - Theodore Roosevelt

I know I'm not worth much of anything these days. Let's face it; I betrayed the only family I ever had on Galactica, I hurt Galen who I loved so much and betrayed his trust, and I shot the Old Man.

I risked everything, all because I was a frakking idiot, listening to Cavil and his lies about Ellen, about Hera, and about me. I snuck onboard Galactica, impersonated Athena, tied her up after I beat the frak out of her, and then I frakked her husband right in front of her.

What sort of soldier does that make me?

Read more... )

I died three times, at the hands of soldiers who I had trusted. Third time's the charm, right?

I deserved it, though. I wasn't a soldier. I never fought for a cause or was willing to give my life; I was always too frakking scared of the truth. No, I deserved to let Athena kill me.

Maybe, in the end as she handed Hera over to Helo and pulled the trigger, that was my cause.

Muse: Sharon "Boomer" Valerii
Fandom: Misc. TV/"Battlestar Galactica"
Word Count: 552
OOC Note: Prompt reply is canon and takes place during the series finale, "Daybreak, Part II".


number_eight: (Default)

February 2010


Most Popular Tags

Page Summary

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Sep. 19th, 2017 10:26 pm
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios