Pilots quarters, Battlestar Avalon, 2330 hrs
The soft snoring of the pilots as they slept melded with the low hum Battlestar's engines as Tra walked into the small dark room that served as the pilots barracks. Tossing his flight harness into his locker, he pulled out one of the several bottles he had stashed and took a long drink.
"Frakkin late night CAPS. This gods damn sucks" He said as he took another drink and lit a cigarette.
"Achillies, would you shut the frak up? Some of us are sleeping," a voice said out of the dark.
Tra shook his head and took another drink. "Shut up Fish, or I'll shoot you and that little shuttle you call a Raptor down next time I see you out there," he said with a sarcastic smile.
"You'd have to stay sober for more than a gods damn hour to catch me, asshole, so I guess I'm safe," Fish shot back as he rolled back over and went back to sleep
Achillies took another drink, and stashed the bottle back in his locker. Turning, he made his way to the showers.