Achillies smiled as he listened to the woman under the Viper complain about pilots. It had been going on like this from the first moment a pilot landed an aircraft in a condition that it's tech didn't like. Mechanics thought that the Vipers were theirs and they just allowed the jocks to fly them. Viper pilots thought the Vipers not only belonged to them, but were a part of them.
"Frakkin pilots." He echoed. "The only thing bigger then their egos is their mouths. Gods, most of them are lucky they can find the battlestar at the end of a flight." He joked as he leaned under the Viper