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They Look and Feel Human.
Some are programmed to think they are Human.
There are many copies.
And they have a Plan.
Posted: Mar 4 2006, 05:58 AM
Member No.: 1
Joined: 25-January 06
*Spellcheck is your friend.
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*Please include headers & footers on all posts. It just makes life easier on everybody.
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*Remember, things like The Colonies, Viper, Raptor, Raider, Basestar, Colonial Fleet/Marines/Reserves, Battlestar as part of a name('I work on a battlestar' isn't, 'I'm OOD on Battlestar Atlantia' is) & rankings are all proper nouns.
A few notes on style:
Lee was furious. Of all the hair-brained maneuvers she’d ever pulled, this had to be the worst. “Kara!” he bellowed, unconcerned by the hangar full off witnesses. “What in gods’ names do you call that? Did you look at that Viper when you brought it back? Wait, no-“ he stopped himself with a shake of his head. “Half a Viper!”
Adam picked up the phone & gripped it tightly, despite his otherwise cool façade. <<Starbuck, Galactica. What do you hear?>>
The battle raged on outside her cockpit. The Viper was being pelted with little bits of debris making it hard to hear the wireless, let alone anything, beyond the cracks & thumps of destroyed bits bouncing off the side of her hull. <<What?>>
<<Morning, Starbuck.>> Adama called back. <<What do you hear?>>
Kara listened & broke into a wide grin <<’Nothin but the rain!>> she called back merrily.
“Where’s my Cylon detector, Doctor?”
“Ah…that. I-It’s taking longer than expected, unfortunately.”
Adama looked over the rim of his glass, “what’s the hang up?”
”It’s not working this time, Gaius,” Six remarked in a casual tone. “He can see right through you.”
“Well, there are a number of obstacles,” the Doctor explained looking, if it were possibly, twitchier than before. “That lack of proper facilities for one. The water shortage…the water shortage…”
“Cut the BS.” Adama was losing his patience. “You said you had a way of detecting human from Cylon. Do you or don’t you?”
“I don’t” Gaius acquiesced.
”What?! Six pulled off the spot on the wall where she’d been watching the scene.
“I don’t think that... I'm not the man for this job. I’m not cut out for this kind of work.”
“You have to do this.”
Gauis’ words began coming closer to ravings. Sharper, more tensed. “Why do I keep putting it off? It’s my subconscious! It’s my subconscious telling me I’m not the man for this job. Please!”
”Listen to me.” Six began to stalk the room in slow circles, “if you don’t tell him what he wants to hear, he’s going to find you out and they’re going to tear your head off & throw your body out of an airlock!”
Adama raised a brow when Baltar yelped over seemingly nothing & dropped his glass, its sparkling shards scattered across the commander’s floor. “Unfortunately Doctor, for both of us, you’re the last man we have. So what’s the game plan, Doc?”
Scintillating post stuff goes here ;)
Posted: Feb 4 2007, 10:27 AM
Member No.: 1
Joined: 25-January 06