No character bashing intended (well, no more than normal); just trying to set the scene.
First Contact 28:
No Fate
Starbuck carefully lifted the Arrow of Apollo out of the shattered remains of the display case. It was perhaps divine providence that that wing of the museum had been shielded from the worst of the blast wave that had almost shattered the city. Holding the relic as if she was afraid of braking it, she stepped back, only to find her way blocked by a blond human-type Cylon in a flowing red dress.
"I'll take that." The Cylon smiled as she backhanded the pilot, sending her flying across the room.
Hitting the ground hard but rolling to absorb most of the impact, Starbuck reached for her side-arm, only to find that it had been knocked out of its holster and now lay just out of arms reach. The Cylon walked over to her with long, graceful strides. Upon reaching her target, she brought one leg up sharply, the point of her expensive looking shoe catching Starbuck in the solar plexus, driving the wind out of Starbuck.
"A pity, in a way." Six recovered the side-arm and walked over to where the gasping pilot lay like a landed fish, "Leoben had such high hopes for you."
She started to pull the trigger, and Starbuck's personal view of the universe went into slow motion: the hammer going back with the inevitability of continental drift, while the sound of it reaching the braking point and starting to move forwards again was louder than any thunder clap she had ever heard. Something in the corner of her vision was moving, so fast it almost seemed to blur, then time suddenly returned to its normal rate as something hit her with the force of a small car the slightest fraction of a second before the gun went off.
Six looked up in surprise: a young human woman stood before her, cold, dark eyes looking at her without the slightest hint of human emotion. She held out her left hand and slowly opened it, revealing the flattened form of the bullet resting on unbroken skin. The Cylon only had time to open her mouth in shock, somehow recognising the girl from somewhere before the strangers right fist came round like the wrath of an angry god, blood and teeth flying everywhere as it shattered her jaw. She fell backwards, the gun slipping from her hand, only to be snatched out of the air and turned on its previous owner.
There we was no pity in the face that looked down at Six, but there was a moment of utter terror as the two soulless eyes flashed electric blue for a moment before a single well aimed bullet blasted the Cylons brains all over the floor and wall.
"Kara Thrace?" The young woman asked as she turned to face Starbuck, pulling the startled pilot to her feet with no apparent effort, "Come with me if you want to live."
The End
(Battlestar Galactica/Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles)
