Kobol's Legacies - Battlestar Avalon

The valley under a clear and sunny day made it a very nice day for a ride out into the back country. While Jill waited for her friend to arrive to the stables, she prepared her own horse for the ride, while one of the ranch hands prepared another horse for her friend. She looked forward to seeing her friend and giving her some good news.

Jill had met Blake,or as she called her Mars, back on Caprica, where they both belong to an equestrian club and shared a passion for horses. When she was posted on Caprica she had often gone on horseback rides with the club on the weekends. Mars had boarded her horse in the next stall to her own horse, and so they often saw each other back then.

It was good to get away from things for a while, work in particular and today made for an interesting distraction from the regular routine. Time had seemed to have swallowed up months since the last time she had taken a day off let alone the last time she had managed to sneak away and see her friend. Blake strolled around the stables looking for Jill, knowing that she was late and that Jill was not one to demonstrate a great deal of patience when it came to waiting to do something fun. She had to admit, she shared that inability especially when it came to her fondness for horses. "Jill"

( Yay! She arrived )

"Armistice Station? I think not. I rather slit my own throat than be assigned to that post," Jilleen shook her head and then looked back at her brother. She caught a glimpse of the city park as the limousine they were in continued down the avenue. "Anyway why would I want to sit on my ass waiting to talk to a toaster that never shows. I doubt we'll ever see a Cylon ever again."

"I would not share that view of the Cylons with Dad. As a matter of fact, don't share that with anyone in the press, they would have a field day if they knew my little sister thought that the Cylons were no longer a threat. Some might think you're soft on defense."

( Future past )

The roar above made Jilleen immediately look upward into the blue and cloudless sky of Aerilon, just as a pair of Mark VII vipers flew overhead. The aviator inside her could not resist the temptation to sight and watch flying aircraft for at least a moment. The two vipers split apart from each other as the lead one arched into a left turn to descend onto the runway, and then to be followed by the other a few beats later.

( Prepared to do it again )

Cole whistled a soft, melancholy tune to himself as the dim lighting of the deck seemed to do little more than throw the shadows of stationary Vipers across the flight deck. He leaned lightly on the mop in his hands, absently waving it back and forth across the deck as he let his gaze drift from ship to ship. A small smile crept onto his face, marked by a touch of sadness and punctuated by a soft chuckle.

"Nice going, Hero." He muttered to himself. "From blazin' smugglers to swabbin' decks."

He let out a second sigh, this one with a touch of anger. He paused in his stroke and then grabbed the mop and tossed it across the deck where it landed next to a plastic bucket half-filled with gray water. He reached into his pants pocket and retrieved a cigarette with his teeth. He fumbled for his lighter and a few moments later, he blew a relaxing breath of smoke towards the ceiling high above. He let out a cynical laugh to himself, "Wonder if I'll ever see a jock smock again?"

He leaned against the bulkhead and crossed his arms. A moment later, his eyes closed and he let himself enjoy memories of his time behind the stick.

30 Days before the decommissioning of Galactica – Colony of Aerilon.

“Thank you so very much that was kind of you, Mister Weatherspoon,” Jilleen reached for his outreached hand with both of hers for a two-handed shake. Mr. Weatherspoon was an old friend of her father. “Mother would have been so pleased with your gift to the foundation.”

“Your mother’s commitment to the environment had given us a worthy cause in preserving Aerilon’s wild lands for future generations. I’m happy to be of service, Miss Simmons.” The gray hair gentleman in a black tuxedo placed his free hand on top hers for a gentle pat, before letting go of the handshake.

“Yes it is a worthy cause,” said Jilleen who wore a soft blue formal gown for the fundraising charity party. “You know my brother is committed as much as my mother was to the environment and that will be reflected in his policies if he is elected.” She noticed Mr. Weatherspoon gaze had drift beyond her and then she felt a hand on her shoulder.

( Too obvious  )