Because a new episode is going to air and completely derail anything I imagine. Lol.
This is Ginn. Let me try to tell you why she is awesome.

SGU ficlet, Ginn, gen. (Spoilers for 'Intervention')
When the Smoke Clears
Ginn never wanted to be leader. That's not who she is, how she got here. But she’s done it now, taken that step forward and there’s no way to take it back. She could try to slink back into the background, pick up her scans and her science, but it would always be in the back of everyone’s mind, that when push came to shove, she picked up that gun and finished Dannic. No leader can afford to have a wildcard like that sitting around just waiting for her next chance to make the world what she wants.
No. She either has to lead, or get picked off. There’s no stepping back. Her only other option is to get as far away from the Lucian Alliance as possible. And considering she’s captive to the Tau’ri on this ancient, decaying ship, it’s not like walking away is a possibility.
Not yet.
There are paths before her, variables changing moment by moment, but not dead is the only way she can ever make them mean anything.
She’s not a leader. But she’ll have to learn to be.
“Who’s in charge?” Sergeant Greer demands, standing in the doorway to their makeshift cell.
She feels eyes sliding around the room, everyone taking reactions in, building scores and taking sides. She sees Varro take the slightest step forward and knows this is it. Her moment.
“Me,” she says, sealing her fate, the variables aligning. “I’m the leader.”
Her voice doesn’t waver.
Whoops. I went to bed and woke up and this snippet had grown into a full-fledged fic. Read it here.
This is Ginn. Let me try to tell you why she is awesome.

SGU ficlet, Ginn, gen. (Spoilers for 'Intervention')
When the Smoke Clears
Ginn never wanted to be leader. That's not who she is, how she got here. But she’s done it now, taken that step forward and there’s no way to take it back. She could try to slink back into the background, pick up her scans and her science, but it would always be in the back of everyone’s mind, that when push came to shove, she picked up that gun and finished Dannic. No leader can afford to have a wildcard like that sitting around just waiting for her next chance to make the world what she wants.
No. She either has to lead, or get picked off. There’s no stepping back. Her only other option is to get as far away from the Lucian Alliance as possible. And considering she’s captive to the Tau’ri on this ancient, decaying ship, it’s not like walking away is a possibility.
Not yet.
There are paths before her, variables changing moment by moment, but not dead is the only way she can ever make them mean anything.
She’s not a leader. But she’ll have to learn to be.
“Who’s in charge?” Sergeant Greer demands, standing in the doorway to their makeshift cell.
She feels eyes sliding around the room, everyone taking reactions in, building scores and taking sides. She sees Varro take the slightest step forward and knows this is it. Her moment.
“Me,” she says, sealing her fate, the variables aligning. “I’m the leader.”
Her voice doesn’t waver.
Whoops. I went to bed and woke up and this snippet had grown into a full-fledged fic. Read it here.
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