The ceremony was all pomp and circumstance. It should have been. The graduates of Aerelon Fleet Academy were dizzy, elated. Rosemarie Shayl was no different. She still had a hard time believing that no one was going to be calling her "Cadet" anymore. The wings now pinned onto her dress blues seemed unnaturally shiny, and she kept glancing down at them.
She was a pilot, now. Weird.
Most of her class were in their racks or in various Rec Rooms around the Battlestar. It seemed strangely appropriate that they were all celebrating their commissions on board a Battlestar. Rosie wondered if she'd spend the rest of her life on one.
Still, the entire experience held such an allure of novelty, she had showed herself down to one of the flight decks. Just to get a look at the birds. She was moderately surprised to hear a voice as she stepped into the lowly lit hangar. A bit more surprised to discover he was apparently talking to himself.
It was too late to leave without seeming weird, so Rosie just gave a pathetic sort of half-wave. It didn't even occur to her to salute, the whole thing was just so unexpected. "Excuse me," she said. "Didn't mean to intrude, I just wanted a look at the birds." She made a gesture to indicate the row of Vipers.