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Jan. 2nd, 2017 08:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chiron_survivorAdia was dreaming about bees when the sound of a distant explosion woke her up.
She thought it was fireworks at first, or thunder, but New Caprica had never seen either. She threw on her coat and wandered out of her housing unit, her roommates not far behind. Word spread quickly through the settlement — a bomb had been detonated at a Cylon armory, blowing up several dozen Centurions and a few human models as well. A symbolic gesture at best, but one that met with murmured approval. Finally, the Resistance was showing those frakking toasters that humanity wouldn’t take this Occupation lying down.
Adia returned to bed with a heavy heart. This must have been what Will was alluding to when they last spoke. It was a shame that it had to come to violence, and try as she might, she couldn’t fall back asleep.
~*~
The mood in the lab the next day was somber. Four said nothing to Adia the entire day. He most definitely did not compliment her on her work.
Julia was unusually quiet, as well. It wasn’t until mid-morning that the pretty blonde Cylon spoke to Adia at all, sidling up to her workstation and murmuring, “You heard about the bombing, I assume?”
Adia nodded, not trusting her voice. There were Centurions patrolling the settlement, looking for suspects. Or scapegoats.
“Some of us died, you know.” Julia’s eyes looked sad. “I don’t understand why the humans keep rejecting God’s will. We’re trying so hard to keep things peaceful.”
It’s only the fact that Julia sounded so sincere that Adia didn’t roll her eyes. Well, that and her inherent fear of all Cylons. How could she be so clueless about the realities of New Caprica? Even Adia wasn’t that naive. “I’m sorry for your loss,” she said finally, before remembering a Cylon’s ability to resurrect. “Are they okay now?”
Julia sighed heavily. “More or less. Resurrection isn’t easy. You carry everything with you, including your death. It’s like experiencing it twice.”
Adia paled at the frank admission, a cold feeling settling in her gut. It wasn’t for the Cylons who died in the explosion, although that sounded terrible. It was for Caspar, and what he must have felt when he resurrected. “That… that sounds awful. I’m sorry they went through that.” She looked down, not knowing what to do with this painful knowledge. “I don’t like the fighting, either.”
Julia’s expression softened, a small smile tugging on her lips. “I know, Adia. You’re always so good about getting along with others. I wish more humans felt the way you did.”
Adia would normally have appreciated the compliment, but in this context it rubbed her the wrong way. It made her feel like a coward. “I should get back to work,” she murmured, hoping that Julia would take the hint.
“Of course.” Julia patted her arm affectionately before walking away. Adia tried not to bristle at the touch.
She thought it was fireworks at first, or thunder, but New Caprica had never seen either. She threw on her coat and wandered out of her housing unit, her roommates not far behind. Word spread quickly through the settlement — a bomb had been detonated at a Cylon armory, blowing up several dozen Centurions and a few human models as well. A symbolic gesture at best, but one that met with murmured approval. Finally, the Resistance was showing those frakking toasters that humanity wouldn’t take this Occupation lying down.
Adia returned to bed with a heavy heart. This must have been what Will was alluding to when they last spoke. It was a shame that it had to come to violence, and try as she might, she couldn’t fall back asleep.
~*~
The mood in the lab the next day was somber. Four said nothing to Adia the entire day. He most definitely did not compliment her on her work.
Julia was unusually quiet, as well. It wasn’t until mid-morning that the pretty blonde Cylon spoke to Adia at all, sidling up to her workstation and murmuring, “You heard about the bombing, I assume?”
Adia nodded, not trusting her voice. There were Centurions patrolling the settlement, looking for suspects. Or scapegoats.
“Some of us died, you know.” Julia’s eyes looked sad. “I don’t understand why the humans keep rejecting God’s will. We’re trying so hard to keep things peaceful.”
It’s only the fact that Julia sounded so sincere that Adia didn’t roll her eyes. Well, that and her inherent fear of all Cylons. How could she be so clueless about the realities of New Caprica? Even Adia wasn’t that naive. “I’m sorry for your loss,” she said finally, before remembering a Cylon’s ability to resurrect. “Are they okay now?”
Julia sighed heavily. “More or less. Resurrection isn’t easy. You carry everything with you, including your death. It’s like experiencing it twice.”
Adia paled at the frank admission, a cold feeling settling in her gut. It wasn’t for the Cylons who died in the explosion, although that sounded terrible. It was for Caspar, and what he must have felt when he resurrected. “That… that sounds awful. I’m sorry they went through that.” She looked down, not knowing what to do with this painful knowledge. “I don’t like the fighting, either.”
Julia’s expression softened, a small smile tugging on her lips. “I know, Adia. You’re always so good about getting along with others. I wish more humans felt the way you did.”
Adia would normally have appreciated the compliment, but in this context it rubbed her the wrong way. It made her feel like a coward. “I should get back to work,” she murmured, hoping that Julia would take the hint.
“Of course.” Julia patted her arm affectionately before walking away. Adia tried not to bristle at the touch.
