Promises kept. [open scene!]
Jun. 24th, 2010 07:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chiron_survivorAdia was in the Nexus again. It had been several days -- things were messy in the colonial fleet and she didn't want to risk disappearing. It was always a small gamble, whenever she used her PINpoint. Would someone notice her missing? Would the Fleet jump too far through space for her to return? What if the cylons attacked and turned her only home into space debris?
She worried about that last option a lot.
She had found a few good articles on the topic of evolutionary linguistics, as Oceanglide had requested, and put them on a small portable drive, along with a photograph of a Centurion. She still felt a mixture of emotions towards him, someone she thought understood her so well, yet was so different from her in all the wrong ways. She also felt betrayed, even though that wasn't fair at all. It reminded her too much of Caspar. But then again, almost everything did.
Adia found a computer terminal, once close to the park with the moving trees, and connected the drive to it. Funny how the appropriate connector was there. She uploaded the files, then sent them to Oceanglide with a small note attached:
Here are a couple of articles on Colonial language development. I hope you find them interesting. I attached the photo of the Centurion, too.
She paused, then added one more line:
The cylon who shot our commander was shot and killed by someone who works on the raptors. Out of anger, they say. I don't think the cylon gave up any information.
Then she sends the email, and sighing, sits back in her seat and watches a juniper bush lazily crawl by. She's done here, but she's not ready to go back.
She worried about that last option a lot.
She had found a few good articles on the topic of evolutionary linguistics, as Oceanglide had requested, and put them on a small portable drive, along with a photograph of a Centurion. She still felt a mixture of emotions towards him, someone she thought understood her so well, yet was so different from her in all the wrong ways. She also felt betrayed, even though that wasn't fair at all. It reminded her too much of Caspar. But then again, almost everything did.
Adia found a computer terminal, once close to the park with the moving trees, and connected the drive to it. Funny how the appropriate connector was there. She uploaded the files, then sent them to Oceanglide with a small note attached:
Here are a couple of articles on Colonial language development. I hope you find them interesting. I attached the photo of the Centurion, too.
She paused, then added one more line:
The cylon who shot our commander was shot and killed by someone who works on the raptors. Out of anger, they say. I don't think the cylon gave up any information.
Then she sends the email, and sighing, sits back in her seat and watches a juniper bush lazily crawl by. She's done here, but she's not ready to go back.
