The guards let him enter immediately.
Kara looked up from her cell. The brig had next to nothing in it, so she wasted time just laying back on her bed, looking at the ceiling and counting the number of times she'd been in that exact spot, since the attacks on the colonies.
Too many, she thought wryly, I should stop frakkin' up so much.
The clang of her cell door brought her out of her reverie and she was surprised when she saw who was visiting her. She wasn't allowed visitors, under express orders of the Admiral and President.
The surprise vanished though, and she looked on in contempt as Admiral Adama moved towards her.
"Admiral," she said, lazily drawing circles in the air, "to what do I owe this pleasure?"
Adama stopped short of her bed, and looked towards her solemnly. His hands hung in front, clasped tight, and his mouth was set in a tight line. He was in no mood to be messed with, Kara decided, so that's exactly what she'd do.
"The president and I have decided-"
"Ahhh, talking to the President?" Starbuck interrupted, sitting up with great interest now, "time for the airlock already? Don't I get a last meal?"
Adama took a deep breath, and she saw his teeth grit. She was getting to him. Immensely enjoying herself, she carried on;
"So, you're calling me a Cylon right Admiral? Not even bothering to test me or anything? Just straight away, get rid of me? It'd be easier, wouldn't it? You do that a lot with your family members, don't you? Rid yourself of them…"
She saw his jaw clench and his knuckles turned white from the effort of holding back. Starbuck felt a pang of guilt, but it was overridden by anger.
He should suffer, She thought spitefully, he doesn't trust me. ME. If he's not going to play fair, hear me out, then I'm not going to go without a fight.
"You need it," Starbuck looked Adama straight in the eyes, regarding him with a mixture of anger and hurt, "you need to know that it's your entire fault. You want penance. Well admiral sir," She raised her hand in mock salute, "you can have it. You forced Zak and Lee into your footsteps. Zak died because of it," Adama's eyes widened slightly, "and Lee, well Lee tried to get out of it, he tried to do what he wanted, and where is he now!? He's in the frakkin' brig on the floor above!" She raised her arms to the ceiling, to emphasise her point, "face it admiral! Everyone you love, you push away. Whether they're in the brig or out the airlock! You've lost your family, and I hope it hurts."
She stood up and faced him, eye to eye.
"Get frakked Admiral," She said, narrowing her eyes and glaring at him, "Unless of course the president already has-"
It happened in a flash. A constriction around her throat. She couldn't breathe. Grappling at what was holding onto her neck, Starbuck was pushed into the cage wall. The admiral loomed above her, his face red with rage, and his teeth bared. He was beyond angry. His fingers tightened as he moved his face closer.
"You are not Starbuck," He grunted angrily, his eyes glittering dangerously. He emphasised his words with squeezes of her throat. Starbuck could not breathe, and her grip on Adama's hand loosened. Her vision started to go blurry and the room around her started to turn to black.
Well, she thought morosely, if I AM a Cylon, I'll find out soon I guess.
Just as this thought passed through her mind, the grip around her throat suddenly ceased. Gasping for air, and sliding down the cage wall, she took the time to recover to look at what happened.
What she saw made her stop breathing, but not because of being strangled. In front of her, Adama lay spread eagle, his face showing great agony. Starbuck shuffled over quickly and screamed to the guards.
"GET COTTLE! NOW! FRAKKIN' HURRY UP!"
Guards entered quickly, and froze at the sight before them. Starbuck was pulling at the Admiral's jacket, screaming with tears starting to stream down her face.
"FRAKKIN' GET COTTLE! HURRY! HE'S COLLAPSED!"
Coming to their senses, the guards quickly phoned life station, and pulled Starbuck away from Adama, kicking and screaming.