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Thinking back
One year ago. Flight deck, Battlestar Galactica.
Achillies watched as the flight crews readied the squadron for launch. It almost looked to him like any other day. Viper jocks were fracking around and telling jokes. Knuckle draggers were running around the Vipers getting them ready for launch. The CAG was going over the flight plan with the deck officer. Nothing was out of the ordinary, except the fact that the Galactica was being decommissioned and the squadron wouldn't be coming back. Achillies shook his head at the thought. "Stupid frackin idea. This should be the flagship, not a frackin tourist attraction." he thought to himself as he walked around his Viper Mark VII.
"You OK lieutenant?" The mechanic on his Viper asked as he opened the cockpit.
Achillies looked up at the young technician. "Ya, I'm OK. I just think that making the Galactica a fracking tourist attraction is a the stupidest idea I ever heard of. Frackin politicians." Achillies said with disgust
"Now you say something that I can agree with. The old girl didn't go out before that happened at least ." A familiar voice said from behind him.
Achillies spun around and faced Commander Adama and saluted. Returning the salute Adama grinned. "You almost ready Achilies?"
"Yes sir, My gear was shipped to the Avalon this morning." Achillies said
"Good, good. This is the first Battlestar that you've been on that you didn't end up in the brig. I don't want it to be the last, understand?" Adama said putting a hand on Achillies shoulder.
"It wont be sir. Thank you for giving me a chance sir." Achillies said
Adama smiled "I owed it to your father to give you another shot, you took the shot and ran with it. Good luck Tra." Adama said.
Achillies watched Commander Adama walk away, stopping to talk to the other men in his command, all of whom wanted to stay under his command.
One year later... Today, Flight deck, Battlestar Galactica.
Achillies watch the tour groups come and go, stopping to look at one of the exhibits that were on display. A Viper Mark I and II, a Cylon, a mock up of a base star. All the things from the first Cylon war. Reaching into his faded brown leather jacket, Achillies pulled out a flask and took a long drink. The Jacket was the last gift his father had given him before he died. It had the patches from the squadrons and battelstars that his father had served on. Achillies had added his patches to it, making it almost totally covered.
"Sir, are you coming? Your Battlestar adventure isn't over with just the flight deck." An overenthusiastic tour-guide dressed in a old style uniform said.
Achillies looked at her for a few moments and shook his head." Frackin civilians" He thought.
"No, I think my Battlestar adventure is over for now. I'm not sure I could take the excitement from the rest of the tour just jet. I'll catch up" He said, sarcasm dripping off every word.
Once the tour was gone Achillies walked thorough the hanger, slowly taking everything in.
Achillies watched as the flight crews readied the squadron for launch. It almost looked to him like any other day. Viper jocks were fracking around and telling jokes. Knuckle draggers were running around the Vipers getting them ready for launch. The CAG was going over the flight plan with the deck officer. Nothing was out of the ordinary, except the fact that the Galactica was being decommissioned and the squadron wouldn't be coming back. Achillies shook his head at the thought. "Stupid frackin idea. This should be the flagship, not a frackin tourist attraction." he thought to himself as he walked around his Viper Mark VII.
"You OK lieutenant?" The mechanic on his Viper asked as he opened the cockpit.
Achillies looked up at the young technician. "Ya, I'm OK. I just think that making the Galactica a fracking tourist attraction is a the stupidest idea I ever heard of. Frackin politicians." Achillies said with disgust
"Now you say something that I can agree with. The old girl didn't go out before that happened at least ." A familiar voice said from behind him.
Achillies spun around and faced Commander Adama and saluted. Returning the salute Adama grinned. "You almost ready Achilies?"
"Yes sir, My gear was shipped to the Avalon this morning." Achillies said
"Good, good. This is the first Battlestar that you've been on that you didn't end up in the brig. I don't want it to be the last, understand?" Adama said putting a hand on Achillies shoulder.
"It wont be sir. Thank you for giving me a chance sir." Achillies said
Adama smiled "I owed it to your father to give you another shot, you took the shot and ran with it. Good luck Tra." Adama said.
Achillies watched Commander Adama walk away, stopping to talk to the other men in his command, all of whom wanted to stay under his command.
One year later... Today, Flight deck, Battlestar Galactica.
Achillies watch the tour groups come and go, stopping to look at one of the exhibits that were on display. A Viper Mark I and II, a Cylon, a mock up of a base star. All the things from the first Cylon war. Reaching into his faded brown leather jacket, Achillies pulled out a flask and took a long drink. The Jacket was the last gift his father had given him before he died. It had the patches from the squadrons and battelstars that his father had served on. Achillies had added his patches to it, making it almost totally covered.
"Sir, are you coming? Your Battlestar adventure isn't over with just the flight deck." An overenthusiastic tour-guide dressed in a old style uniform said.
Achillies looked at her for a few moments and shook his head." Frackin civilians" He thought.
"No, I think my Battlestar adventure is over for now. I'm not sure I could take the excitement from the rest of the tour just jet. I'll catch up" He said, sarcasm dripping off every word.
Once the tour was gone Achillies walked thorough the hanger, slowly taking everything in.