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lanalucybsg_epics Inspiration Day: Visuals
prompt: picture of Katee and Tricia on bikes for one of their Acting Outlaws rides.
Kara kept a bike in the garage of her apartment on Caprica, and whenever she got a chance, she got out and rode. Anywhere. She loved the sense of freedom. Nothing weighing her down. Nothing holding her back.
Once, for a while, she’d even had a friend, a woman, who’d loved to ride as much as she did, and they’d get out on the weekends, find someplace outside the city and just fly down the roads on their bikes. It was the only planetbound thing she’d ever found that was almost as good as flying her Viper.
When Kara came back to Caprica, to get the Arrow of Apollo from the museum, she probably should have expected to have to fight her way out with it in her hands. What she never would have expected was that moment of recognition. The hair was different. The accent was different. But this was her friend, the one she’d so enjoyed riding with.
It was that shock as much as anything else that sent her hurtling into the Cylon, forcing them both over the edge. She was so angry, she didn’t even feel them hit the lower floor. When she heard Helo’s voice, she was certain she’d died and gone to Tartarus. It was the only explanation for the pain. That, and knowing that one of her very few female friends had been a Cylon. She caught sight of Sharon. Frak it to hell and back. Make that two.
prompt: picture of Katee and Tricia on bikes for one of their Acting Outlaws rides.
Kara kept a bike in the garage of her apartment on Caprica, and whenever she got a chance, she got out and rode. Anywhere. She loved the sense of freedom. Nothing weighing her down. Nothing holding her back.
Once, for a while, she’d even had a friend, a woman, who’d loved to ride as much as she did, and they’d get out on the weekends, find someplace outside the city and just fly down the roads on their bikes. It was the only planetbound thing she’d ever found that was almost as good as flying her Viper.
When Kara came back to Caprica, to get the Arrow of Apollo from the museum, she probably should have expected to have to fight her way out with it in her hands. What she never would have expected was that moment of recognition. The hair was different. The accent was different. But this was her friend, the one she’d so enjoyed riding with.
It was that shock as much as anything else that sent her hurtling into the Cylon, forcing them both over the edge. She was so angry, she didn’t even feel them hit the lower floor. When she heard Helo’s voice, she was certain she’d died and gone to Tartarus. It was the only explanation for the pain. That, and knowing that one of her very few female friends had been a Cylon. She caught sight of Sharon. Frak it to hell and back. Make that two.
