A bad day
WHO: Tra Mitchel and Mila Wallace WHERE: Pilots ready-room, Battlestar Avalon's starboard hangar pod WHEN: Six hours after Never Interrupt A Call
The five pilots that made up the alert Vipers sat in the ready-room of the Avalon's starboard hangar pod. Achillies had spent the past three hours in his jock smock and flight harness, doing nothing but drinking coffee and watching vids. Finishing up his coffee, Achillies stood up and tossed his used Styrofoam cup into the waste basket.
"You think we'll be launching Lieutenant?" A fresh faced young Lt. Jg said.
Looking over at him with a bored expression, Achillies tried to remember his name. The Avalon had been getting new pilots and they all seemed to want to report in early. Achillies dropped back into the large comfortable, but hopelessly worn chair and lit a cigarette.
"I don't think so Pirate. We're in port, and were not at war with anyone." Achillies said to the young fresh faced pilot.
"Yes sir. I guess I should have thought of that" Pirate said, embarrassed.
"Don't sweat it Pirate, and you can call me Achillies. That goes for the rest of you too. We're pilots and we address each other by call-signs." Achillies said.
"Yes sir, Achillies" Pirate said.
"Hay Pirate, I'm going to the head. When Intel sends their rep tell him I'll be right back, OK?" Achillies said as he stood and walked to the hatch and walked out.
"No problem, Achillies" Pirate said as he filled up his coffee cup