[Kara likes the ship. Feels more like home than anyplace else. She knows her men, her duty. Being a soldier makes sense for her. Being a pilot makes sense. Anything else throws her.
She was making her way to one of her poker games, when she runs into the other woman.
It's probably good she doesn't know Kara's Kryptonian. She's racist enough against Cylons.]
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She was making her way to one of her poker games, when she runs into the other woman.
It's probably good she doesn't know Kara's Kryptonian. She's racist enough against Cylons.]
Shit, I'm sorry.