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[By now, Kara really ought to know better. She's attempted to throw out the Initiative-provided sniper rifle no less than five times. Trash it, shoot it, an attempt to blow it up, dismantling it, throwing it in the river. It always comes back. And this time when she opens her closet, there it is again.]

Godsdammit!

[This time, she tries reaching out to the community at large for more info. When the feed starts, fury and frustration is written all over face.]

So look, does anyone know how to get rid of the damned toaster weapon? It's like having a stray follow you home. Frak. I've tried shooting it, dismantling it, tossing it in the garbage. Just comes back for more. So what's the secret?

[She pinches the bridge of her nose and looks away, muttering more to herself than anything else:]

Where's an airlock when you need one?

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Explosions tend to work pretty well for destroying stuff, I've found.

( Ellie you are the least helpful person )

-- Did you already try exploding it?

( And, actually, one more thing. A bit slowly, because she's trying to work this out, it's probably some modern slang she doesn't get, but... ) How is it a... toaster?

I did. It came back anyway.

[Toaster... right better clarify that.]

It's not a toaster, that's what we call Cylons.

Pretty bloody persistent. Maybe if you tell it that's it's not it's fault, it's all you. Just let it down gently.

( But, in all seriousness: ) I've heard some people make themselves their weapons. I think the lady said something about it when I got here, that you can use your voice or-- or some other nonsense. Pick yourself, not a weapon. At least then you wouldn't be relying on something you gotta lug around with you.

( Right. So this lady seems like a no bullshit type. ) I don't come from a world with those.

( Not especially apologetic, but not obnoxious, either. Just being honest. )

I can get with that.

[Although if it involves turning her part machine, all bets are off.]

If you don't have them, count yourself lucky. One shows up here, put it down.

( Hah. There's just the faintest flicker of a smile. Get with means something specific in Australia, fyi Starbuck. )

Yeah. I dunno. I was thinking about it, maybe. I kind of like this thing, though. ( And she picks up an AK-47, before she sets it down. Is it normal for a seventeen year old girl to always keep firearms on hand? Yes of course it is why would you even doubt that. )

All right. I keep an eye out. ( Not that she knows what she's looking for, exactly, but she's probably going to just have to ask some questions later. It's inevitable. ) How do I know what it is, but?

[Hey, not a thing wrong with packing an excellent weapon, in Kara's book.]

Well there's two varieties. There's your standard issue Centurion. They're well... robots. Tall, slit where the eyes would be with a red visual probe light. Really can't miss 'em.

And then there's the skinjobs. Frakkers went and played with biology and made themselves look like humans.

[Not even going to touch what they were trying to pull off on the Farms on Caprica, skinjobs are bad enough.]

Okay.

( Right, she's actually paying attention, trying to make mental notes. It sounds like something from a sci fi movie, but she keeps her mouth shut. She's getting used to the fact that sometimes, what seems bizarre to her would be real for someone else. Hell, there being a war in Australia might sound like something from a story, to some of the people here. Pretty bloody awful story, mind you.

The first part she can process, the second part makes her start, horrified. )

Are you serious? How-- how the hell are your lot back home meant to know who's a cy-- ( what was is? ) cylon, then?

( She is pissed off on Starbucks behalf, to be quite honest. ) Humans are bad enough on their own, without-- evil robots pretending to be humans chucked into the mix.

Well that is the trick. We've figured a few out. Helps when we kill one of the frakkers and then another copy just shows up. Otherwise we're stuck waiting for them to do something like put a bullet in someone.

( Part of that makes her shift a little guiltily, giving the Intense Blonde Lady a wry grin. ) That sounds familiar.

( She likes to think they make the enemy bloody uncomfortable back home, waiting for what they're going to do, trying to anticipate. It felt uncomfortable, looking at it from the other side, and trying to figure out just how bad that must be for this lady, her lot back home. )

Too bad if there are any identical twins knocking about though, hey? ( A weak attempt at a joke, before she sobers up. ) It sounds really shit. I'm sorry.

( Not that it will change anything, but sometimes it needs to be said. After a moment, ) I'm Ellie.

Yeah me too. It is what it is.

I'm Kara. Kara Thrace. Pilots call me Starbuck.

( She likes this one. She can stay. )

Can anyone call you Starbuck?

( Because it's pretty cool. )

Sure. Don't see why not.

[If you were a nugget, she'd be more cocky and tell you that you can call her God.]

Nice to meet you then, Starbuck. I hope your world gets its shit sorted out.

Gotta tell you, I wanna see us find Earth so we can finally put down and stop living on the run.

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don't even stress, i am The Slowest

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