BSG AU Meme

[shadowsong26]

So, I am still rather stuck on For Sorrow Sung, so we'll do a meme to hopefully get things going again! ...meme in a completely different universe, but what the hey.

 

This is for a Total AU BSG 'verse, which is basically BSG Characters IN RENAISSANCE/BAROQUE VENICE (with some modifications)! This universe (and the full-length fic which will eventually come from it) is called Serenissima.

 

 

General Background:

 

When whatever Full-length Fic I end up writing begins, Joseph Adama is the Doge (elected crowned head of the city, for those who don't know). Roslin is a widowed noblewoman, and Billy is her son. Zarak is shortly to return from a twenty-year exile after having attempted to unseat/assassinate either Joseph or his predecessor. Baltar is a cardinal, with a bastard daughter currently being raised in a convent in the city (yes, he is a cardinal. He is certainly not the only one in the period with an acknowledged bastard. Take a look at Renaissance/Baroque cardinals/Popes. I recommend starting with the Borgias). Starbuck and the Doge's younger grandson have recently eloped. In keeping with the setting, Cylons are Turks, and Caprica-Six is a Turkish courtesan. There may or may not be other Turks in the city as well.

 

 

Due to either Zarak's imminent return or possibly recently-outmaneuvered similar attempts on either/both of their parts (separate, obviously), Joseph wants Roslin and Baltar firmly in his camp. so he arranges for Roslin to marry his similarly-widowed son, Commander William Adama, and his grandson Lee will marry Baltar's daughter in a year, when she turns fifteen.

 

Rules and Other Miscellania:

I have generally decided what roles/ranks people have in this universe, so please bear that in mind when prompting. Any prompts involving Roslin/Adama or Roslin and Billy may be filled by bookblather, who has Encouraged me in this.

 

Three prompts per person, I promise to fill one. (bookblather, you can also request)

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The Tighs: Thirty Years Ago

The two of them were curled up together in the hold of the Venetian ship while her captain decided what to do with them. They'd sat in silence for a while now, his fingers twined in hers, staring at the hull.

"How much do you remember?" she finally asked.

He glanced down at her. "How much do you remember?"

She paused. "Your name is Saul. My name is Ellen. We've been married for..." She trailed off, frowning.

"Ellen," he whispered, tightening his hold. I remember that I love you. He was certain of this, but couldn't quite say it out loud.

Footsteps were coming down from the top deck. "You don't seem to be Turks," the captain said, eying them.

"We're Greek," Ellen improvised. "From Athens, fleeing the Turks. My name is Ellen Tigh, and this is my husband, Saul."

He considered this. "We'll have to verify that. My name is William Adama. And, for now, welcome aboard the Valkyrie."

[bookblather.livejournal.com]

FFFFFF SO AWESOME. Dude, I was wondering how the spoilery thing was going to work and OMG this is THE BEST WAY. THE BEST. YOU SHOULD FEEL LIKE THE BEST.