A drabble AU for the nBSG movie.
By Mackon.
Don't own anything, certainly not trying to make money off of these story's.
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RAZOR
Command Bunker, Guardian Baseship.
Watching the, what did Athena's briefing call them? a 'Hybrid?' yeah, a Cylon Hybrid. They were kind of like the Cylon ships computers, handled the navigation and life support, although it was obvious that this one was more than that. Watching the Hybrid mumble to himself about "All this has happened before, and will happen again..." over and over again nearly made Kendra hesitate, it was hard not to pity the creature.
But then, she wasn't big on pity.
'Click'
A suspicious lack of blinding light, or a split second of heat, no darkness of death.
After a glance at the cobbled together trigger in her hand, Major Kendra Shaw shared a brief look with the ancient Cylon Hybrid, as they both realised they weren't going to die in a nuclear fireball in the next few seconds.
"FRAK!" Franticly Kendra reset the pistol grip shaped trigger and snapped the last button shut again.
'Click'
The Guardian Hybrid eyes lost their focus as he turned his attention from the woman in front of him, towards the sea of information that connected his command nexus with the Guardian Basestar and its crew.
A clank of metal on metal sounded from outside the rooms door, as Centurion's heard the Hybrids call.
"oh, frak me." Kendra could feel the blood trickling down her chest under her fatigues, from her still bleeding bullet wounds. She could barely stand, grey was starting to cloud the edges of her vision and it was taking all her concentration not just fold to floor lay down and die.
The trigger handle made a satisfying crunch smashing into the Human/Cylon things skull as the bloody Colonial major launched herself snarling on top of its emaciated body.
They're thrashing, splashed the thick liquid over the troughs sides as Kendra struggled with the surprising strong Hybrid. Kendra was screaming incoherently as she focused all her remaining strength on death! Hers, the Hybrids, it didn't matter, someone was going to die. Images of the people, civilians! she'd killed, or had killed, on the Scylla. Admiral Cain shooting Colonel Belzen in the Pegasus's CIC images that haunted her flashed through her mind.
The Hybrid started a confused whine as Kendra tore at the paper thin skin with her nails and took a bite out of its shoulder with snapping teeth. A knee slipped between the Hybrids unwisely parted legs and Kendra reflexively snapped in a blow that hadn't been taught in any of her OTS classes.
PAIN! The Hybrid hadn't felt anything like this in decades. It needed the pain to stop right now! It needed to get away!
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Inside the Raptor ferrying the survivors of the rescue mission back to their home Battlestar Kara Thrace watched the Guardian Basestar waiting for what she thought was coming, thinking about the woman Kendra Shaw. On the whole she'd struck Starbuck as a hell of a bitch. but she's was going out in style, got to give her that.
The brilliant flash of a FTL jump caught her completely by surprise.
"Damn it!"
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After a second of brutal kicking and punching the Colonial Officer was straddling the Hybrids bony chest, as it claw like hands clutched her wrists. Slowly it forced her hands away from it's throat and the strangle hold she'd unconsciously grabbed in the confused battle.
The bulkhead door clanged open and a towering Gold Centurion stepped into the room raising its SMG sidearm. Two Silver Centurions came in behind it.
Its red scanning eye focusing on the bloody human, the command Centurion took aim. Its subordinates flanked it, readying their heavier rifles.
"Wait!" The Hybrid croaked. His whispered voice gaining strength and volume for a second. Wether the Hybrid was worried about the Centurion's aim or wanted to tell her more of its prophecy's, Kendra didn't know or care. With a wrench she pulled her right arm free and snatched something from a breast pocket.
The folding knife flicked open and glittered in the rooms reddish light. Kendra half collapsed half dove down at the Hybrid, knife blade leading. Its razor sharp blade opened its throat in a quick smooth cut, pealing back flesh nearly to the Hybrids spine.
It died between one breath and the next, barely having time to even see what killed it. Blood flooded into the command pool, turning the already pinkish tinged liquid red.
Kendra Shaw landed on top of the corpse, covered in it blood and the thick opaque gel. It soaked through her uniform instantly, seeping into her wounds.
She hurt all over, the pain from the gunshot wounds seemed to have spread to every part of her body. From toes to the ends of each hair on her head, it all throbbed with agony. A strange buzzing fuzzed her mind, making it hard to think. Rolling Kendra pushed the Hybrids copse so she could lie straight. Closing her eyes she tried to catch her breath.
'Click' The sound of a gun being cocked echoed around the metal walled room, who knew a six and a half foot tall robot could sneak?
The bore of the gun barrel looked huge, she could see the rifling. The Centurions machine pistol moved slightly so it was pointing straight between her eyes. She could see the Cylons eye focused on her, stilled from its usual side to side motion for this one job.
"NO!" She didn't even know why she opened her mouth, half a second ago she'd thought she didn't care, didn't care if she lived or died, just as long as she took the old frakker out with her.
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"By Your Command."
End.