Jilleen Adel Simmons (absolutelysheba) wrote in bsg_avalon, @ 2011-03-04 23:00:00 |
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An aide
Who: Jilleen Simmons
Where: Over Tauron
When: After leaving Avalon, Y02/12/05
Three raptor strike crafts made up Vice Admiral Pierce’s entourage. Jilleen was in the same raptor as the Admiral, while the other two raptors flew with the support staff and crew. Pierce had finished giving her instructions and list of things he wanted to get done in the short time period they had on Tauron.
Other than the visits to Military Academy and Strategos Station, the name of the base which the Tauron Fleet was Headquartered at Gladius Cross, tomorrow. The Admiral wanted her to check on a commander who was due to bring a Brigade of Marines from Aerilon next week to Sagittaron for a six month deployment. It would be okay, but inter-colony communication would be difficult this time of year between Tauron and Aerilon. Ragnar, the giant gas planet which Aerilon shared a la-grange orbit was in such a position to block communication for periods of time between the two colonies.
This meant she might miss the staff dinner, but on the other hand it would give her an excuse to call it a night early after she was done. The last two days had been exhausting with all the drama between her and husband, along with the long hours of work.
Sitting in the back of the raptor, she took a moment to lean her head back against the head rest and listened to the hum of the engines. She also could hear the Admiral speak to the pilots upfront as they slowly descended to the surface of Tauron. Of all the things to talked about was the fishing on Picon. She hated fishing.