𝙼𝙰𝙳𝙰𝙼𝙴 𝙿𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙽𝚃.

—   𝘸𝘦   𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭   𝘰𝘶𝘳   𝘸𝘢𝘳   𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴   ' 𝗪𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗡 '

[andsanctify]

` what the frak is your problem, laura ? the animosity that breaks past lips is undeniable, but it was all fair game. the president of the colonies' nose had curled right up with self importance the moment you'd stepped foot aboard the galactica. like she was better than you. ha ! as if. the role had fallen into her lap; and from the whispers you've heard, the majority is waiting for it to fall into a new leader's. ... @prsdent

[prsdent]

choosing a career in higher education was supposed to be a testament to your character—showing that you could thrive under pressure, stay composed, empathetic, and keep your moral compass intact. It was about seeing the good in people and guiding the next generation. but when it came to ellen tigh, laura quickly realized that an apocalypse might be the only thing that could save anyone from the wreckage she left in her wake. now, as she sits at the other end of the dinner table, listening to the one-woman show unfolding, she can feel the migraine creeping in. the sound of her name snaps her back to reality, though she’s still clueless about what caused the outburst. whatever it was, she’s more than ready to bite back. “oh, besides the fact that humanity’s practically wiped out and you’ve been complaining nonstop since boarding the galactica? which, by the way, rescued you from whatever miserable hole you were hiding in?”

[cptan]

it never fails to amaze her, hearing of the self righteous acts committed by men.  just as it never fails to bore her. of course, amelia was always more than willing to offer ear for the hardships the president had endured during the day. ❝ you should've socked him right in the nose ❞ but she'd be the first to admit that when that door shut, when it was just the two of them within the hearth of colonial one, she enjoyed letting everything else fall out of their gravitational pull. they didn't get nearly enough time for one another anymore, and while that was to be expected, it still made the captain quite terribly sad.

when @prsdent finds her way to the end of point, it creates a quiet space that the redhead finally feels confident enough to infiltrate. ❝ you know, i've been thinking - maybe it's time for me to step down ? ❞ head tilts back against the pillow, allowing her to get a proper look at the older woman's face. ❝ i could properly join your detail then. ❞

[prsdent]

the drama that lingered through the crumbling remnants of their race was staggering, almost impossible to grasp. from an outsider’s perspective, it might’ve seemed as though caprica still stood strong, thriving even. arguments rooted in long-forgotten ideals of wealth and power continued to echo through what remained of their society—principles that, in a world on the brink of extinction, felt utterly irrelevant. It was exhausting. but it wasn’t new, not by any means, especially not as she vented to the ever-patient redhead who had only just found solace in the softness of the mattress moments before. laura knew she must’ve had a long day, was probably tired—but still, she listened. with understanding. and when she spoke, it was with a thoughtfulness that made laura pause.

the offhand remark made her nose wrinkle, a small laugh escaping despite herself. “ wouldn't that have been something? " she mused. " you'd have had to bail me out of the brig. " she turned toward the younger woman, wanting to be fully present for whatever was on her mind. her brows arched in surprise at the suggestion, processing it slowly. “you want to give up your viper?" she asked softly, a hint of worry creeping into voice. her hand reaching out instinctively, wrapping gently around her wife’s forearm. “i would love to have you… i just—are you sure?"

[doctorcrushers]

it's been twenty - four hours since that alarm had last blared across every ship in the galaxy, and yet she can still hear it's faint cry ringing in ears. presence had been requested the moment the skys had cleared, the moment that a shuttle could be launched into space with only minimal worry of being ambushed. she made them wait, if only to attempt to close eyes for longer than thirty - two minutes. a measly three hours is managed before she just gives up all together. it's not within her nature to prioritize own health, not when duty awaits - and you are so eager to answer its beck and call. that is why she finds herself aboard this military vessel, awaiting orders, begging to be needed. she'd be lying if she said she came without ulterior motive.

when the attacks began she had been fortunate enough to have been leaving the capital - a spur of the moment decision that had ultimately saved her life. she was going home, to visit her nana . . . the thought of her alone is enough to make beverly nauseous. she hasn't the faintest idea about what happened, but it isn't hard to guess. she hasn't had the time to think about her, but preoccupation has begun to dwindle, and she was beginning to mourn. there isn't time for that, focus on what you can do. what you have control of. enough time has passed now for her to truly grasp the notion that the forty - third person in line of succession for presidency had been sworn in, and that person was laura roslin. the suggestion is comical, but the reality is something she can hardly grasp. she has to see her. she has to give her a piece of her mind. you have to know that she is okay.

like a prayer answered [ perhaps to someone else's misfortune ] her attention is needed in the medical bay. yes, this is something that she was good at, something that would keep her busy. she isn't given any information on who needs her, or what exactly is needed of her other than an examination. it certainly isn't urgent if there is no debriefing - then why is she having to broaden steps in order to catch up ? she's lead into the room, and then left alone, and she can't help but think how unprofessional it all was . . . no wonder she was needed.

❝ hello, i'm doctor crusher. doctor cottle is busy at the moment, so i'll be performing your examination. ❞ it's all spoken as she enters the room, on one breath, without pause - a routine that she has mastered. it isn't until she has finished this speech that she realizes whom it is being recited to. ❝ oh my gods - laura. ❞ it's a soft gasp of elation. eyes widen with relief and she cannot deny herself the instinctual desire to reach out and touch.

[prsdent]

perhaps outlook would have been different if any relatives were alive —  laura would have been able fixate on them instead of herself. however, even with the complete extinction to the human race, she still found herself in the same position prior to the attack — completely alone. after years of experience, it had become easy contrary to popular belief. there was comfortability in only having to rely upon self - able to control who was afforded the opportunity to get close. for she had already grieved the loss of those most important and had learned to live with the pain. on the other hand, it also had been a beneficial impact to her career path — throwing herself completely into any task at hand and devoting her full attention. 

the sound of crying still rang throughout ears, reliving the terrible responsibility that had fallen into lap. the official notification of planets that no longer existed. unable to see anything other than the lingering looks of defeat, anger, and sorrow even when closing eyes momentarily. is this what she had looked like to the officers that had delivered notification about her siblings? every person aboard the cabin was mourning the loss of someone - even her sweet intern, billy, the youngest. and while the motherly instinct had not kicked in quite just yet, her political mask was offering itself as a shield. regroup and focusing were her priorities. pregnancy would last at least nine months if she was lucky, mentally noting that she could place this on the back burner. the presidency was more immediate and required her full attention. the brunette was so far removed from the acknowledgement that she had not even once thought about notifying the other person responsible. the beautiful red head, beverly. no, she couldn't think about her right now. beverly was resourceful. she was tactical and smart. she would be able to get herself off the planet. right?

knee nervously bounced while waiting for the doctor to enter the room. while laura knew information would be kept confidential, it was still nerve-racking have to admit the truth aloud and take ownership. having to come to grips with the possibility she would never see her again and raise a child alone. the nausea and migraines had only gotten worse since the attack, which was the main reason for the check up today. the tears currently building in the corners of eyes were just an added bonus as the red head sat heavy on mind. and to top it off, with the current track record she had with recent medical evaluations, laura was worried something catastrophic might occur upon leaving. 

the sound of the familiar voice causes her body to tense, not even needing to look up to recognize that it was in fact the red head. eyes close momentarily in an attempt to collect herself before forcing a slight smile, not wanting to show any tears of relief. “beverly, oh thank gods.” it’s offered before making eye contact. stomach beginning to churn even more knowing that any ounce of a shield she once had would be stripped by the time the examination was completed. should she even go through with it? save her the time and just blurt out that she was going to be a parent? “i’m so happy to see you,” she offers with a hoarse voice reaching out for the offered hand desperate for touch.

[prsdent]

case file: roslin, l. ( d-456-345-a ) : @doctorcrushers

she had always thought herself to be an open minded individual— well educated with a cool temperament. more than capable of being able to handle anything that might have been thrown in her general direction. but on that afternoon, she was wondering if the gods were playing a cruel joke as punishment for an unknown sin. 

from the unofficial termination of her career path, to the life altering doctor’s appointment, to the even more not so pleasant swearing in ceremony for presidency that she was forced to take with place in succession. she could only imagine what would come next, and luckily, it didn’t take long. after all, it was the end of the world. 

they had successfully fought off cylon attacks and initiated a rescue mission. humanity was at the forefront of laura’s decisions and calls to action. but there was still a small ounce of her that could not give it her entire attention, for she was too busy thinking about the situation that she currently was stuck in. worried about the what ifs instead of now. luckily, politics and male ego interrupted train of thought and soon enough they had found themselves aboard the galactica. mainly in an attempt of establishing chain of command, but also to utilize their resources temporarily. 

“is there a doctor aboard the ship?” basking in the quiet room as once escorted and situating on the designated examination chair. waiting patiently for whoever had not only lasted, but was the most educated. maybe they were in the same position - alive in the wrong place at the wrong time and now responsible for countless of sad souls. 

[prsdent]

missing this lil space baby today. 

[roslin]

#MOOD

[prsdent]

cptan·:

whiplash    hits    in    a    flash    of    white    blur,    leaving    senses    disoriented,    knocking    air    from    lungs.    having    been    lost    in    space    for    hours    with    no    form    of    communication    to    base    had    been    enough    to    induce    fear,    let    alone    the    dead    silence    on    the    other    end    once    contact    had    finally    been    made.    relief    should    have    been    the    only    emotion    to    flood,    but    instead    it’s    nothing    but    nausea.    the    unexpected    commotion    that    had    met    her    upon    landing    caused    confusion    &    anger    to    radiate    in    chest.    she’s    been    given    no    explanation    as    to    why    a    dozen    armed    soldiers    had    surrounded    viper,    or    why    body    had    been    roughly    shoved    to    the    ground    as    arms    were    bound    behind    back.    what    the    frak    is    going    on    ?

hairs    of    neck    stand    erect,    chills    crawling    up    spine    as    one    voice    stands    out    from    the    crowd:    captain    smollett    died    a    year    ago,    it    must    be    a    cylon.    it    causes    an    uproar,    CYLON :    the    term    is    thrown    around    carelessly    with    accusation.    it    comes    from    every    direction,    unfaltering,    without    warmth                  addressing    her    as    if    she    were    an    inanimate    object.    not    even    starbuck    offers    any    type    of    reassurance,    features    are    sharp    &    unreadable.    she’s    lead    through    the    hallways    of    the    galactica    like    a    prisoner,    jeered,    poked,    prodded.    they    hate    her.    the    boisterous    roar    of    colleagues    fades    away    as    she’s    brought    to    an    interrogation    room.    there    her    commander    awaits,    facial    expression    is    lax,    but    she    can    see    it                  see    the    suspicion    in    his    eyes.    questions    start    off    quietly,    lacking    emotion,    until    voice    grows    until    booms,    clearly    annoyed    with    her    confusion    and    inability    to    answer.    the    room    falls    quiet,    disturbed    by    the    soft    creak    of    door    that    meant    someone    else    was    joining    them.    shoulders    tense    when    the    brunette    comes    into    line    of    sight,    breath    catching    &    spine    straightens.           “     laura  please-   whats  going  on ?     ”

fragile    heart    trembles,    the    love    of    your    life    refuses    to    meet    gaze,    painting    you    as    a    monster.    desperate    pleas    fill    mouth,    choking    as    they    claw    at    tongue,    shredding    cheeks    in    attempt    to    escape.    not    you    too    laura,    oh    gods    please    not    you.    mouth    opens,    ready    to    help    case,    but    instead:    silence.    you    dare    not    utter    a    word,    for    the    mere    idea    of    having    her    not    believe    you    causes    pain    to    surge    throughout    frame.    tongue    slides    across    lips,    unable    to    focus    on    anything    other    than    the    constricting    feeling    in    throat.    head    shakes    with    disbelief,    eyes    frantically    searching    the    room    to    distract    from    the    burning    sensation    of    tears.          “     i   …   um,   i  already                  ”     swallowing    down    thick    emotion,    gaze    finally    lands    on    adama,    unable    to    look    at    laura.          “     i  don’t  know  how  else  to  say  it,   i  don’t   …   baltar                where  is  he ?   surely  he  could  perform  his  test  on  my  blood ?     ”    

it  was  as  if  all  the  planets  had  been  removed  from  the  atmosphere,  leaving  an  impending  darkness  that  never  seemed  to  grant  mercy.  a  cold  breeze  that  penetrated  every  layer.  a  silence  that  kept  ringing  throughout  ears.  life  as  the  president  knew  forever  altered  by  the  missing  piece  of  heart.  no  stranger  to  grief,  laura  had  experienced  plenty  of  loss  during  time  spent  on  caprica.  paying  respects  to  the  memorials  that  plastered  the  halls,  but  never  truly  stopping  to  mourn  ---  to  associate.  desperate  to  cling  to  the  hope  that  her  counterpart  was  still  alive,  while  mourning  the  loss  of  their  child.  abscene  had  morphed  into  a  haunting  that  remained  relentless.  faint  traces  of  the  red  headed  ghost  appearing  during  the  most  impossible  moments.  it  was  easy  for  laura,  able  to  throw  self  behind  the  ranking  title  and  go  about  business  as  usual.  gods  only  knew  there  was  a  catastrophy  occuring  every  other  second  during  the  war  against  cylons.  the  gods  --  nowadays  seeming  like  a  bigger  myth  than  earth.  pages  of  the  sacred  scripture  worn  from  the  continuous  search  for  answers.  praying  for  something  that  would  assist  with  a  little  girl  longing  for  her  mother.  that  would  cease  the  restless  nights  spent  muffling  sobs  into  the  vacated  pillow.  anything  that  would  give  answer  to  this  pain.  of  course,  she  ended  up  empty  handed.  why  would  she  have  expected  anything  different?  why  would  they  trust  in  a  group  of  leaders  that  let  nearly  the  entire  population  disintegrate  in  matter  of  seconds?  why  give  hope  of  a  precious  life  just  to  have  it  to  bleed  out?  the  last  trace  she  had  connecting  herself  intangibly  to  amelia.

yes,  she  knew  grief  like  an  old  friend.  it  had  made  her  bitter  and  distant  --  until  today.  finally  feeling  as  if  she  could  breathe  without  chest  collapsing  in  on  itself.  a  burst  of  energy  coursing  throughout  that  allowed  her  to  focus  on  who  she  wanted  to  be  and  become.  of  course,  it  all  stopped  at  the  arrival  of  the  ghost.  only  this  time  it  appeared  that  everyone  else  could  hear  that  familiar  voice  too.  each  stare  from  around  the  room  adding  a  weight  to  shoulders  that  she  was  unable  to  rid  self  of.  they  were  looking  to  their  president  for  response,  alarms  and  coordinate  updates  echoing  throughout  the  room.  expecting  the  command  to  protect  and  annihilate  the  enemy.  but  she  couldn't.  hypocrite  to  own  policies  and  procedures.   heart  lunging  in  a  protective  mode,  fighting  with  brain  to  listen.  to  believe.  it  was  her  --  verified  and  alive.  before  she  could  form  a  response,  the  vipers  were  escorting  the  captive  to  the  holding  bay.  body  moved  in  a  sprint  throughout  the  halls  of  the  ship.  not  even  sure  if  breath  had  been  taken  since  her  voice  echoed  through  intercom.  it  had  to  be  her  amelia.  it  couldn't  have  been  a  cylon  --  not  her  wife. 

knees  nearly  buckled  out  from  underneath  as  the  red  head  was  brought  into  the  light.  eyes  burning  something  awful  as  she  attempts  to  not  blink,  a  terror  reckoning  throughout  that  the  woman --  cylon  would  disappear.  she  couldn't  risk  it.  not  after  all  this  time.  nauceasa  churns  actively  within  the  pits  of  stomach,  a  sweat  now  coating  skin  as  she  gains  the  courage  to  enter  the  room.  her  job  depends  on  it --  the  fleet  depends  on  it.  she  refused  to  let  the  outcome  of  this  encounter  be  controlled  by  adama.  " i  said  i  can  do  it. "  her  stern  voice  nearly  cracking  before  entering  through  the  opened  door.  liar,  liar,  pants  on  fire.  chest  visibly  rising  up  and  down  as  heart  rate  increased.  internally  fighting  with  self  to  determine  the  outcome  of  this  encounter.  she  was  so  real  --  tangible.  the  way  the  auburn  tresses  fell  perfectly  at  the  part,  the  glimmer  in  eyes  that  accented  from  the  harsh  lamp  above.  hand  grips  tightly  to  prevent  reaching  out  and  touching.  it  was  perfection  even  if  duplicated.  she  couldn't  find  a  reason  to  care.  not  if  it  meant  another  chance  of  being  in  those  arms  once  more.  and  while  laura  would  have  sacrificed  everyone  within  a  blink  of  eye,  the  president  could  not.

heart  stops  at  the  sound  of  her  name,  echoing  once  more  from  angelic  voice.  swallowing  thickly  before  carefully  responding  to  the  inquiry.  "  doctor  baltar  is  examining  your  sample  now. "  tears  now  escaping  down  the  side  of  her  cheek  while  heat  radiated  from  the  commander's  rage  in  corner  of  room.  palm  now  holding  stomach  beneath  table,  absentmindedly  easing  the  phantom  pain  of  the  child  they  had  shared.  "  what  do  you  remember? " voice  rasps  before  finally  looking  to  make  contact  with  the  figure  sitting  across.  the  familiar  hint  of  fragrance  not  only  lingering  from  her  blouse,  but  the  woman's  exposed  skin.  her  home.  knowing  if  the  suspicions  of  everyone  else  were  confirmed  she  would  never  make  it  out  of  that  room  alive.  unable  to  go  on  living.  losing  amelia  again  would  be  the  end  of  her.  "  where  have  you  been? "

[prsdent]

cptan​:

perhaps    this    was    completely    unnecessary,    foolish    &    immature    even,    but    by    the    gods    did    it    bring    a    grin    to    lips.    their    days    aboard    the    galactica    have    been    built    on    disarray    &    havoc,    why    not    seize    the    opportunity    for    some    fun    when    the    chance    arises ?    tips    of    fingers    press    into    soft    flesh    at    hip    to    keep    the    older    woman    in    place.    free    hand    pulls    the    hem    of    undergarments    up    so    that    material    would    bunch    between    cheeks.    fetching    the    red    marker    from    pocket,    popping    the    top    off    with    teeth.          “     hold  still.     ”          mumbled    around    cap,    she    uses    broad    strokes    to    sign    name    with    a    sort    of    elegance    across    the    entirety    of    one    side    of    her    bottom.    once    finished    the    tool    is    carelessly    dropped    to    desk    &    hand    lands    a    blow    to    the    untarnished    side    of    ass.          “     i  think  the  proper  question  is  why  not,   my  darling.     ”

“    amelia--    please,    i    have    a    press    conference!    ”    rebuttal    vocalizing    in    whimpered    tone    at    the    branding    that    was    currently    taking    place    to    skin.    brows    furrowing    with    irritation    at    the    harsh    blow    to    the    opposite    side    of    rear.    it    was    the    one    action    she    could    always    count    on    if    the    red    head    was    in    the    room--    no    where    was    safe.    palms    pushed    frame    from    desk    to    stand    upright    once    more,    fixing    the    hem    of    skirt    and    painfully    pulling    the    laced    garment    from    it’s    wedged    position.    thank    the    gods    her    skirt    was    black    in    case    the    marker    did    decide    to    bleed.    turning    on    heel,    eyes    glanced    upward    to    make    contact    with    amelia’s    and    quickly    pinched    the    bottom    of    her    earlobe,    tugging    the    captain    down    with    force.    a    sigh    of    frustration    escaping    lips    before    eyes    roll.    “you’re    responsible    for    getting    it    completely    off    of    my    skin    tonight.    that’s    an    order.    ”

[prsdent]

@cptan​ sent :   *signs laura’s ass with sharpie*

she had been taken by surprise. forceful shove against desk stunting her ability to conform any coherent thought. neck turned nearly all the way around in an attempt to see what was taking place behind her. cool air flooding skin as fabric of dress was bunched around waist. “what are you doing?” laura protested before eyes opened wide in disbelief, the feeling of the marker aligning with skin caused a groan of frustration to produce. “why? just why?” 

[roslin]

#that’s it, that’s the show

[prsdent]

@cptan​ sent :   "laura please- whats going on?"

mourning had already taken place. grief no longer keeping her bedridden for weeks upon end. the child no longer waking up with night terrors and questions as to what they had done wrong to lose her. both finding comfort in the ideation that amelia was at peace. the alarm buzzing throughout the room indicated that the day had begun. the calendar reminding her of the anniversary that had marked one year since they had lost all communication with amelia’s viper. the memory of the screaming that wracked frame leaving her hoarse and depleted. shaking the memory from head, laura proceeded to prepare for the day by performing small rituals she had carried since the incident. wedding ring adorning the hand that buttons up amelia’s preferred blouse. utilizing her favorite perfume that had been purchased as an anniversary gift. silent prayers to the lords of kobol to return her heart back in its rightful place and forgive her for the selfishness. 

she had decided that it would be best to refrain from working that day. not while emotions were still high. plus, she didn’t want scarlett to be alone. making quick appearances in the cic, laura was just about to exit when the transmission came through the intercom. entire room falling into utter silence. was this another cylon ploy to distract and infiltrate? it was convincing. that voice that filtered so beautifully over the speaker, the verification of colonial  signs. every fiber of her being wanted to go against her ethical code, become hypocrite to what she had chastised others for in past. fist clenched tightly as she stood opposite side of the glass, watching the officers question the red head on basic information. not understanding the disconnect with lapse of time. the door opened as indication that her turn was up. heart racing in chest with sheer terror that this was a trick, emotions would be detected and used negatively towards her or worse the fleet. 

“ i believe it would be best if you were to answer that question first—“ voice nearly cracking with hesitation as she sits down slowly in the seat adjacent. shaking hands finding refuge in lap while doing best to look everywhere but the red head’s eyes. 

[cptan]

                                                ✨     𝙲𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙰𝙸𝙽  𝙰𝙼𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙰  𝚂𝙼𝙾𝙻𝙻𝙴𝚃𝚃,                                                  𝙾𝙵   𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙽𝙴𝚈'𝚂  𝚃𝚁𝙴𝙰𝚂𝚄𝚁𝙴  𝙿𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙴𝚃.

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