THE FRIST PART OF MY STORY

Here's the first part of my story I was writing that I mentioned in a previous post!


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Starbuck thought that he would either die from sheer boredom, or go insane from lonliness. It had been over 6 months since he crash landed on that godforsaken planet. He and Boomer had been on a routine patrol when they were ambushed by a Cylon patrol. They managed to shoot down the 2 Cylon raiders, but not before one of them scored a hit on one of Starbuck's engines. “Boomer, I'm not gonna be able to make it back to the Galactica, so you go on and warn the fleet, I'll set down on that nearby planet, “ he calmly announced over the comm system. “Ok Buddy, I'm on my way, but don't make yourself too comfortable on that rock, because when we beat off that Cylon attack, they'll be a shuttle with your name on it headed your way,” Boomer said, trying to hide his fear. After saying his farewells, Starbuck headed towards the planet, knowing that he could very well never see his friends or crewmates ever again. If it tunred out to be a full scale Cylon attack, Commander Adama would never risk the lives of the remnants of the Human Race to rescue a single pilot, even if it was the best damn pilot in the whole Colonial Fleet.


As the days went by, Starbuck continuely thought of the events that had transpired since the landing. Cy, the Cylon warrior who had also “survived “ the crash of his Raider during the battle, who Starbuck had repaired and created a friendship, and had given his life by fighting off the Cylon crew who had homed in on the distress beacon from Cy's ship. He gave his life that Starbuck could lauch the ship that he had made for Angela, the women who seemed to have also been a castaway, and her newborn baby son. After about 3 months, Starbuck had given up hope that perhaps the Galactica had found the ship, and perhaps had traced its route, leading back to him.





In his thoughts, Starbuck also thought about his friends and crewmates that he had left behind. Apollo, Boomer, Jolly, Adama, Athena, Colonel Tigh, and especially Cassiopia. Gods, how he loved that woman! From the second he first layed eyes on her, aboard that freighter after the destruction of the Colonies, he knew that she was the woman for him. He resolved that the first thing he would do if he was ever returned to the Galactica would be to ask Cassiopia to marry him.



Perhaps, feeling guilt for the first time since he was a kid, Starbuck thought that maybe his stranding was the God's punishment for his faking being sick on the day of the Cylon attack, just so he could get in on a stupid card game and not go on patrol. If he had been with Apollo on that patrol, they probably would have made it back to the fleet in time to warn them, and instead of being on this rock, he might have been back home on Caprica, or more important, Zac, Apollo's younger brother who had volunteered to go on patrol in Starbuck's stead, might still be alive. “Shoul've, would've, . could've, no use thinking about it now, what's done is done,” Starbuck would mutter to himself..


Trying to stave off boredom, Starbuck did everything and anything to keep himself occupied, exploring the planet, finding a large cave and moving his camp into it, and gathering food and water. Coming across a pask of rodent like creatures, he took his laser and finally found something a lot better tasting then the horrid plants he'd been living off of.


While napping one rainy afternoon, Starbuck heard a noise that indicated to him that he had been rescued, or had finally lost his mind: The sound of a Viper's engines! Running out of the cave, he saw the fighter flying near his position, and he started waiving like a madman. “The Galactica came back for me, thank God,” He spoke under his breath and he ran toward the clearing where the Viper landed. He was about ready to run up to the pilot and shake his hand when he noticed the insignia on the pilot's Jacket. It wasn't the Glactica's crest, a group of twelve stars symbolizing the Colonies, but a winged sword, crest of a ship and crew he'd thought dead. Only when his brain had digested all that he has seen would Starbuck allow himself to pass out.