[Laura had started out with Nathan's group, a piece of nylon rope connecting her to her... whatever he was. Her friend. Associate. Admiral. Whatever. Her Bill Adama.
She'd gotten a gun from Nathan, and it was loaded, just in case she needed it. She hoped not, but knew better than to assume one way or the other.
At first, things were fine. But the deeper she got into the ship, the stranger she felt. Every few seconds, she'd look around, expecting to catch a glimpse of Kara Thrace dashing around a corner. There was something sinister here, she could now feel it, despite being told about it. Something cold creeping down her back. Maybe they should turn back.
No. These were her people now. She needed to act in their best interests. And turning tail was not anyone's best interest.
Laura Roslin | OTA 1/2
She'd gotten a gun from Nathan, and it was loaded, just in case she needed it. She hoped not, but knew better than to assume one way or the other.
At first, things were fine. But the deeper she got into the ship, the stranger she felt. Every few seconds, she'd look around, expecting to catch a glimpse of Kara Thrace dashing around a corner. There was something sinister here, she could now feel it, despite being told about it. Something cold creeping down her back. Maybe they should turn back.
No. These were her people now. She needed to act in their best interests. And turning tail was not anyone's best interest.
So Laura trekked on.]