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06 September 2010 @ 08:21 pm
fic: Another New Hope 3/?  
In honor of the Star Wars marathon on Spike, have another installment of my BSG/SW Mashup-Fusion fic!

Another New Hope
Kara, Sam, Jean, Lee, Saul, etc.
Rating: PG.
Gen for now, but if you've seen the SW movies, you can figure out the (distant) end game. *g*
and yes, I do 're-purpose' some of the dialogue in this fine piece of vintage crack.

Part One
Part Two





"Stretch out with your feelings," Saul coaxed her.

If she heard that one more time... Kara thought irritably. "I'm trying," she said through gritted teeth. The drone had poked her twice already this morning, and Anders had laughed at her on his way to the cockpit.

He really was completely insufferable. But the mocking made her determined as well. He would see; she could do this.

Except so far she couldn't. The probe could do whatever it wanted and she couldn't stop it.

Saul approached her again and then told her to stand still as he wrapped a handkerchief over her eyes. "What are you doing?" she asked in confusion. "How am I supposed to fight when I can't see?"

"Your eyes can play tricks on you," he said. "Don't trust them. Now try again."

Cautiously, she waved the lightsaber a little in her hand and settled back into her stance. She closed her eyes, since there was no point in keeping them open under the blindfold, and took a deep breath.

She grew calm, and as the relaxation went through her, it was followed by a soft feeling of strength flowing through her. Her body seemed alive for the first time.

And suddenly she knew where the drone was and her hand moved to meet the zap coming her way, deflecting it, without her conscious effort at all.

"I felt it!" she exclaimed and pushed up the blindfold to grin at Saul. "I really did."

He nodded his approval, not smiling, but his eyes were warm. "You've taken your first step into a wider world, Kara."

Then he staggered and his hand reached out for the table, to hold himself up.

"Saul?" she darted forward to help him. "Are you okay?"

"I felt a great disturbance in the Force as if millions of voices cried out and were suddenly silenced," he murmured, staring off into the distance as if in a trance. "I fear something terrible has happened."

Not knowing what to say, she just watched him and stayed close.

Then Saul rubbed at his forehead and shook it off. "You'd better get back to your lessons."

Reluctantly she moved back to the middle of the floor and lit her lightsaber again, hoping to feel that again.

It was even better than flying.


* * *

Kara was aware when Anders returned to the main room. He didn't interrupt, but she could see him from the corner of her eye, lounging against the frame of the hatch, watching her.

It made her want to prove the Force was real, not something to mock. The probe darted around and fired little shocks at her. When she caught one of the shocks on her lightsaber blade, she grinned in triumph and faced Anders. "There! See!"

He gave a lazy smirk. "I call it luck."

Saul retorted, "In my experience there's no such thing as luck."

Anders snorted scornfully and rolled his eyes, but he said, "I came to tell you we'll be at Caprica shortly. You'll be on your way."

"You're that eager to get rid of us?" Kara asked, extinguishing the blade.

"I'm eager for your payment," he corrected. "If I don't get Baltar paid, he's going to send bounty hunters on my ass, and that's bad for business." He turned and headed back to the cockpit. Kara watched, and thought it would, in fact, be a shame if bounty hunters did anything to that ass. Then, Saul blocked her view, following the captain, and she hurried after.

Anders seated himself in the pilot's chair, next to Barolay. Saul took the seat behind Barolay, but Kara didn't sit down, too eager to see Caprica. It was a planet famous for its beauty in the whole galaxy, she'd heard, and she couldn't wait to see a place where it rained.

Her attention fixed on the smeared lights of the forward windows, she was distantly aware of Anders and Barolay murmuring to each other, preparing the ship to exit hyperspace.

Then he said, "Here we go. Sublight in five... four..." His hand went out to a lever as he watched the read-outs before him and at zero, he pulled it down.

The light outside formed streaks and then shortened into the dots and glimmers of distant stars of real space. But Kara had little time to appreciate it as the ship lurched violently to one side.

"What the hell?" Anders exclaimed, gripping the console tightly.

"Shield impact," Barolay reported.

"From what?" he demanded. "There's nothing here!"

But space seemed determined to prove him wrong, as the shields were hit again and again, knocking the ship with violent jerks.

"Strap in," he told Kara with a quick glance. "We've come out into some kind of uncharted meteor storm. We'll get through -- "

Barolay interrupted him. "Sam, look at 31."

His gaze dropped to the console and his voice sounded stunned. "What? No, that's impossible." Another near collision snapped him back into focus as he piloted the ship into a tight curve to avoid the rock.

"What's impossible?" Kara demanded.

"Our position is correct, but there's no Caprica."

"What? Where is it?"

"You're looking at it," he said in a tight voice. "It's been blown away."

She stared at the rocks outside the window. "How?"

Saul answered, but in a voice that wasn't surprised at all, "Destroyed by the Cylons."

Anders shook his head. "How? They couldn't - not with a hundred baseships. It must have been -- oh hell!" He yanked on the controls as a familiar curved shape darted past. "Raider! Jean, where did it come from? I can't see a thing in this frakking storm."

"We're in trouble if that thing identifies us," Kara murmured.

"Jean, jam it," He flipped the ship to pursue the Raider. "Come on, you little bastard."

"Let it go," Saul advised. "It's out of range."

"Not for long," Anders declared grimly and the ship whined as he pushed it to the limit of its sublight engines, chasing the Raider.

Kara leaned forward against his chair, staring out the cockpit, hands itching to pilot the ship herself. Ahead of them one of the stars started to grow obviously larger, too quickly to be an actual star. "What's that?" she pointed. "We're heading right for it."

"Looks like a small moon," Anders said. The two ships crept ever closer to the moon, until it came within range and he did something to increase the magnification.

It was metal - human-made, not a natural stellar object. It had windows and trenches and docking bays. "That's not a moon," Kara murmured.

"It's a battle station," Saul murmured.

Anders shook his head stubbornly, but stared at it. "It can't be. I've never heard of a station that big..."

Kara's hand gripped his shoulder. "I have a bad feeling about this."

"Me, too," he muttered. Then with a shudder, he pulled on the stick. Nothing happened. He exchanged an alarmed glance with Barolay. "Full reverse. Let's get the hell out of here."

The engine whined and ths ship shuddered. But still the station grew closer.

"Why are we still moving toward it?" Kara demanded.

"They have us. Tractor beam of some kind. Well, they're not taking me without a fight."

Kara nodded her agreement, but Saul leaned forward. "You can't win. But there may be another way."

Anders shut down the engines and in the sudden quiet, he turned to Saul. "Oh? What other way is that?"

"Is there any place on this ship to hide? All we need to do is hide long enough and sneak off to disable the tractor beam," Saul said.

Anders' slow smile was answer enough. He exchanged glances with Barolay before facing Saul again. "Now you're speaking my language, old man. Jean, you show them. I'm going to alter the log. Hurry."

A peek outside proved he was right about there being no time to waste. The C-Buc was being pulled closer to the immense station, and at this distance she could see docking bays and immense trenches.

Kara followed the co-pilot into the passageway outside the cabins and with a touch of a button, the floor panels popped up just enough for her to get her fingers underneath and pull them up. "Put the drone in here, and get very small," she told Saul. The two compartments looked barely big enough for one person, not to mention two.

With his unusual nimbleness, Saul jumped down into the opening and Jean followed. "You're smaller, so you share with Sam," she told Kara.

Kara nodded and scrambled into the second little compartment, just as Jean pulled the other one shut.

The ship trembled as it landed on the deck. Kara was very nearly going to pull the cover over her hidey-hole and let Anders fend for himself, when he rushed into view. "They're coming," he gestured her to get down and clear some space.

When he pulled the cover shut, it made a small, black box, a little too much like a coffin for her taste. She squirmed, his knee in her back. "Hold still, it's not sound proof," he hissed, putting a quelling hand on her shoulder and his breath hot on her neck.

"They're not on board yet," she hissed back and squirmed. "Gods, could you move that knee under my ass and not in it?"

"Sorry," he whispered and shifted to more comfortably spoon against her, curled together, with his hand on her hip. "Mm, this is cozy, isn't it?"

She stiffened. "You have a very inflated idea of your own charm," she muttered.

But he didn't retort as the ship trembled again and she heard a mechanical whine of the main ramp lowering. His grip on her tightened and he didn't seem to be breathing as he listened.

Kara held her breath as boots stomped over the flooring overhead, and her heart was pounding so hard they must have heard it. When the sound of boots moved away again, she shifted intending to open the compartment and get some fresh air, but his hand held her in place. "Wait," he breathed.

Time clicked past, heartbeat by heartbeat, and she could feel the sweat beading on her forehead from the heat gathering in this little closet and her own fear. She became very aware of every spot where Anders' body was touching hers - how his chest was against her back, and his knees were against the back of her thighs, and his hand still frozen on her hip. Her ass was tucked back against him, and if she moved backward, she'd find out whether he was aroused by this or not.

The thought of what that hand could be doing instead of holding onto her hip went right out of her head when the sounds of boots returned. She flinched as one stomped directly overhead and stopped -- Anders' hand left her and, going by the slow movements she could feel, he was drawing his blaster from its holster. She fumbled backward to grip his wrist to stop him.

One of the Cylons said, "It's clear. Everyone out."

The sounds retreated. Anders waited for another minute, then uncurled, away from her. "Ok," he whispered, "Let's see what we've got."

When he opened the compartment lid, she gulped cool air as if she'd been drowning. He had his blaster up and ready, as he lifted his head, but the corridor was empty. She scrambled out behind him as the other compartment opened.

When he thought no one else was watching, she saw Anders pat the bulkhead gently, as if it were a living animal who needed soothing. Then he turned, putting his blaster back into its holster. "Now what's the plan?"

 
 
 
entertaining in a disturbing way: Kara Sam WHAT IS THISlyssie on September 7th, 2010 04:14 am (UTC)
*giggles like a small child* Y'know, I think I need to add "stuck in a compartment/closet and in danger" to my favorite list of tropes. =D
lizardbethlizardbeth_j on September 8th, 2010 11:47 pm (UTC)
It's a very useful trope for sure. :)

thanks
entertaining in a disturbing way: Kara Sam WHAT IS THISlyssie on September 9th, 2010 01:01 am (UTC)
*reads again, happily*
Merry F: kara sam smooshivanolix on September 9th, 2010 12:19 am (UTC)
too eager to see Caprica. It was a planet famous for its beauty

Of course she was. Oh wait, you mean the planet. Well, maybe that too. ;-)

Loved the awkward closet scene, hee. Oh these kids. <3
lizardbeth: Kara-Anders - pyramid greenlizardbeth_j on September 9th, 2010 03:54 am (UTC)
hee. And now I'm picturing my 'verse's "Caprica" having the name of Alderaan and it's breaking my brain a little. :)

they're so cute. and so destined. :)