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Leaving Caprica
1400 hrs Raptor. 8247 en rout to Battlestar Avalon
The Raptor shuttered a bit as it left the atmosphere of Caprica. As it moved towards the Battlestar Avalon, Mila sat nervously in the rear seat. She hadn't been in a military ship since the crash that had killed one instructor, three classmates and nearly her as well. Leaning back in her seat she closed her eyes and let her mind drift.
Two years ago. Wallace estate, Caprica.
The fire cast a warm glow in the darkened room as Mila entered her father's study. Crossing the room she approached her father's desk feeling more like a school girl than a woman about to become a colonial officer. Her father sat in the dark watching her as she stopped in front of his desk. The glow of his cigar dimly illuminated his face, giving it an almost sinister look.
"Is there something I can help you with?" he asked, already knowing what she came for.
"You know what I need father. He was trying to protect me. That's why..." She said, but was cut off by her father holding up his hand to silence her.
"Ah, yes. Your young pilot. Tra Mitchel, wasn't it? He is in a bit of trouble, isn't he." He said mockingly "Helena Cain seems to want this young man drummed out of the service. Even if he dose manage to stay in, he'll never fly again. She'll see to that."
"You can help him, Gods dammit. You practically made her an Admiral by yourself." Mila demanded.
"I'll not have you speak to me like some, petulant child. I know very well what I can or can not do, and I know that I have little reason to help this man. Your mother and I never approved of your relationship with him. He isn't one of us." John Wallace said, barely keeping his anger in check.
"You can't let her take his wings Father. Please, it would kill him." Mila pleaded, tears starting to sting her eyes
The Raptor shuttered a bit as it left the atmosphere of Caprica. As it moved towards the Battlestar Avalon, Mila sat nervously in the rear seat. She hadn't been in a military ship since the crash that had killed one instructor, three classmates and nearly her as well. Leaning back in her seat she closed her eyes and let her mind drift.
Two years ago. Wallace estate, Caprica.
The fire cast a warm glow in the darkened room as Mila entered her father's study. Crossing the room she approached her father's desk feeling more like a school girl than a woman about to become a colonial officer. Her father sat in the dark watching her as she stopped in front of his desk. The glow of his cigar dimly illuminated his face, giving it an almost sinister look.
"Is there something I can help you with?" he asked, already knowing what she came for.
"You know what I need father. He was trying to protect me. That's why..." She said, but was cut off by her father holding up his hand to silence her.
"Ah, yes. Your young pilot. Tra Mitchel, wasn't it? He is in a bit of trouble, isn't he." He said mockingly "Helena Cain seems to want this young man drummed out of the service. Even if he dose manage to stay in, he'll never fly again. She'll see to that."
"You can help him, Gods dammit. You practically made her an Admiral by yourself." Mila demanded.
"I'll not have you speak to me like some, petulant child. I know very well what I can or can not do, and I know that I have little reason to help this man. Your mother and I never approved of your relationship with him. He isn't one of us." John Wallace said, barely keeping his anger in check.
"You can't let her take his wings Father. Please, it would kill him." Mila pleaded, tears starting to sting her eyes