Fanfic: On Starlit Wings 5/?
Dec. 11th, 2010 02:41 pmOn Starlit Wings 5/?
Rating: Teen
Characters: Bill Adama, Ensemble
Summary: Captain William Adama and the crew of the dragon Galactica are to be posted to the Americas; Britain's Aerial Dragon Corps having little use for the aging dragon. But first there is the treacherous crossing of the Atlantic to be taken; tensions between the crews of ship and dragon and family, and why has the Lady Laura Roslin taken passage aboard a dragon transport ship? And then there are rumours of sightings of the ships and dragons of a group of pirates known only as the Cylons... A Battlestar Galactica/Temeraire crossover AU.
Disclaimer: Not my characters, I'm just borrowing them. Not my world, I'm just playing in it. They belong to RDM, Syfy etc. and Naomi Novik.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4.
Notes: Continuing onwards, slowly slowly. My attention span and work ethic are appalling.
( Even if it did prove to be a fool’s errand, Adama was glad to feel the familiar lurch of Galactica’s wing beats and the wind against his face; the lights of the ship behind them growing smaller, until they were one small constellation amongst many, only marked out by their colour and fallen position. )
Rating: Teen
Characters: Bill Adama, Ensemble
Summary: Captain William Adama and the crew of the dragon Galactica are to be posted to the Americas; Britain's Aerial Dragon Corps having little use for the aging dragon. But first there is the treacherous crossing of the Atlantic to be taken; tensions between the crews of ship and dragon and family, and why has the Lady Laura Roslin taken passage aboard a dragon transport ship? And then there are rumours of sightings of the ships and dragons of a group of pirates known only as the Cylons... A Battlestar Galactica/Temeraire crossover AU.
Disclaimer: Not my characters, I'm just borrowing them. Not my world, I'm just playing in it. They belong to RDM, Syfy etc. and Naomi Novik.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4.
Notes: Continuing onwards, slowly slowly. My attention span and work ethic are appalling.
( Even if it did prove to be a fool’s errand, Adama was glad to feel the familiar lurch of Galactica’s wing beats and the wind against his face; the lights of the ship behind them growing smaller, until they were one small constellation amongst many, only marked out by their colour and fallen position. )