Sorta!Fic - or, using my LJ as a sketch!pad for Starbuck.

Spamming because I'm bored. Also not real writing because it's not finished or beta'd or anything. It's just a draft, really, so no worries on comments or anything. Just a post-3.20 fragment. I'm toying with trying to make it into an actual story. I think I see the edges of a plot.

And if Starbuck sounds weird - that's because she is. I mean, how would you feel if you'd just gotten spat out of a maelstrom in a viper?

So, self-indulgent rambling I'm mostly posting so's I won't lose it when my computer crashes again, but am not bothering to lock:

( Starbuck gets back to Galactica. )