-1Fanfiction Battlestar Galactica: 2003
Summary - When Kara crash-lands on a nearby dormant planet, occupied by Cylon but also a new enemy, will anybody get to her in time to rescue her? And who will that 'Anybody' be? And what surprise has Kara got for Lee when she returns home? Cross over with Stargate SG1. Kara/Lee, Sam/Jack, Cam/Lam and Daniel/Vala.
Disclaimer - I do not own any Battlestar Galactica or Stargate SG1 characters. I do own; Lara May Thrace, Karolyn Leanne Adama and Billy Zackary Adama.
Chapter Summary - Kara wakes up on an unfamiliar planet. Badly wounded. Cylon's are marching nearby. Yet their not really Cylons at all.
Chapter One - A scary awakening.
Crash Site
1520 Hours
Everything was quiet. The muffled beat of her heart the only thing she could hear. She shifted, every bone in her body protesting sharply, her muscles clenching numbly. Two eyelids fluttered open, just to be squeezed tightly together against the blaring sun. She rolled over, her eyes opening again to a less harsh light. Looking around her she went blank, her heart began to race in her chest, her breathing came erratic. 'Where am I? Where the Frak am I?' she whispered to herself, standing unsteadily on jelly legs. The pain shot through her right knee like a bolt of red lightning, but the numbness that surrounded her body gradually dulled the pain to a gradual ache. Something she could deal with.
Looking around herself, all her blurry eye's could see was a mixture of green and brown. Rubbing them slightly and blinking rapidly, her eyesight became clear. Tree's. Thousands of tree's grew around her, and to her right she could barely see the but end of her Mark II vipor crunch up in a ball of smoke and rust. 'What the hell happened to me?', she could barely believe her eye's, her safe haven for year's broken into pieces.
Limping over towards her vipor, she ran her gloved hand over the burnt writing, 'Capt-in. K. -hra-e. -TAR--CK. BS-V-', the only letter's she could work out. The nearby smoke started to fill her lungs, causing her chest to heave and her eye's to fill with tears. Stumbling back, Kara noticed the dripping onto the terrain floor and the sparks flaring off the engine. 'Frak.' Kara didn't get two metre before a spark ignited the oil and the remains of her beloved vipor exploded into a ball of flames and smoke, sending Kara flying through the air and slamming her into a tree.
Kara spent what felt like hours, lain burnt, broken, winded and numb against the tree trunk, newly opened cuts leaking blood down her skin. The flames blared heat across her body as she winced as the newly formed sweat melted into her cuts. 'Hmmm, just great Kara. You just can't keep yourself away from harm!'. Giving herself a quick body check she could tell nothing was seriously broken, her knee had swollen, bruised and battered, her shoulder left out of place and at least every part of her body had some form of cut, burn or graze to add to her collection of wounds she received over the years.
What felt like hours was barely five minutes, but soon she could here the faint sound of marching metal, getting louder and louder. 'Frak!'. Kara pulled herself from the ground, wincing as the pain shot through her, but she had to run, run for her life.
She dodged the tree's, heading away from the sound, faster, faster, untill the pain became her adrenaline. 'Keep running. Keep fraking running Kara!', she drilled into herself, over and over. Her heart was pounding, her leg's wobbled and soon she just had to stop. Walking to regain her breath, she noticed a small ditch to her left, with enough cover to protect her but also for a good look out.
Settling herself into the ditch, she leaned against the wall and dug down into her flight suit for the little bit of medical supplies tucked away. She wrapped her leg tightly with the roll of gauze, then pulled the top half of her flight suit down and using her top brown tank top, she ripped down the seems and tied her arm and shoulder together. She searched her body for any other cut's that desperately needed covering up, a gash on her abdomen seemed to be pulsing the most blood, the gash reached nastily from just under her left breast, over her ribcage and down the two nasty scars left from her visit to Caprica a year ago. It was weird, all the scars she carried on her body, only the bottom scar held the emotional pain that ripped her heart whenever she took a glance, or caught a sight of it in a mirror. The dull ache was always there, would be forever she new.
The dull march of metal came closer again, shifting her weight further into the ditch and covering herself with a cover of branches she snuck a glance over the ridge. What she saw wasn't right. What she saw wasn't anything like the death march of Cylon Centurions. What she saw shocked her more then she could have thought, a group of twenty of more large men, dressed in metal armour with large gold symbols tattooed on their foreheads. Each one carried a large pole like weapon, that looked as if it could scorch through a block of steel as if it was paper. All twenty stood in formation, four to a line. The last eight stood further apart from each other, two stood walking backwards, keeping a harsh eye out for anything different along the tree line and the four at either end walked sideward's, acting for the same reason. She stared, mouth hung open at the other two, between them they carried a large piece of scrap metal. From where she sat she could just see the scorched lettering from her vipor.
Kara ducked as they walked along the ridge, praying to the Lords of Kobal for her life. The didn't dare breath, didn't dare move a muscle. The came closer. Closer. Each marching footstep vibrating through the ground until they had passed her hideout. She let out a long breath, rolling over onto her front to peak out again. The new Centurions moved away, further up the path. Kara's brain ticked over, 'What the hell are these things? Why do they have my fraking name plate?', the ditch spread along for another forty metres or so. She stood, slumping onto her left foot and using her right arm to steady herself against the ditch wall. The Centurions had stopped for a scout round only twenty metre's ahead, from where she was she could see them clearly, but they could only see her if they looked close enough to the ditch end.
All of a sudden gun's, blasts and shouting surrounded the Centurions. What Kara saw next shocked her into silence… what she saw next set a smile upon her lips, something she'd never thought possible in her situation.