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Summary: What was going through Kara's head during the announcement of the nuclear attacks on the Colonies? Written for the Fic A Day challenge.

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Television > Battlestar Galactica > GeneralgrundyFR1314270185313 Aug 0913 Aug 09Yes
Disclaimer: All things Buffy belong to Joss. BSG belongs to Ron D. Moore. I'm just borrowing their characters for a bit.

Activity on the flight deck came to an abrupt halt as everyone froze to listen to the loudspeaker. While they had known the Cylons were attacking Colonial positions, nothing had prepared anyone in the hangar for the words that sank into the sudden silence like lead.

Preliminary reports indicate a thermonuclear device in the fifty megaton range was detonated over Caprica City thirty minutes ago.

Starbuck hadn’t frozen like the others. She’d continued working, albeit quietly. There wasn’t a moment to lose. Until she heard the old man say ‘Caprica City’. Then she froze, because nothing else mattered. She’d just lost the most important thing she had to lose.

Nuclear detonations have been reported over the worlds of Aerilon, Picon, Saggitarion, and Geminon.

Nearly everyone on the deck had just heard about the death of someone they knew, even if you didn’t take into account the sprawling Colonial Fleet complex on Picon. Starbuck wasn’t petty enough to be happy, even in the tiniest little corner of her soul, that she was far from the only one who had just suffered a devastating loss.

No reports on casualties, but they will be high.

“How many people in Caprica City alone?”

Callie’s hushed question spoke for many of her fellow deckhands. They were in shock. Most of these kids had joined up to pay for college, not to fight a war.

“Seven million,” Starbuck replied quietly, barely looking up. Seven million people gone forever. Including Dawn. Her brilliant, talented, beautiful little sister. The Thrace who was not a frak-up. The kid who was somehow still convinced her big sister was a superhero and a fool in one thing only- believing all that crap Mama said about the two of them having a destiny.
Some destiny.

Mourn the dead later.

Mourn the dead? She wasn’t mourning Dawn. It might surprise many of her shipmates, but Starbuck believed in the gods. Dawn was in a better place now, beyond pain, beyond suffering. Beyond the reach of the Cylons.

No, Kara was mourning her loss, and her failure. Until this moment, the one thing she had never let her parents down in was keeping Dawn safe. It was no comfort to know that her soul was under the protection of the Lords of Kobol now.

Right now, the best thing we can do is get this ship into the fight.

It was too late for the fight to do any good. Dawn was already dead. But Starbuck could avenge her sister. And if she joined her… well, would it really matter?

The End

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