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Frakking with the CAP
WHO: Lt Tra Mitchel
WHERE: Caprica City
WHEN: Final Day of Port Leave
The silence of the bedroom was shattered by the ringing phone. Slowly opening his ice blue eyes to the darkness, Tra unwillingly came back to reality. He glanced at the glowing hands of his watch. 2:00. But was it am or pm. He couldn't tell with the heavy drapes in his bedroom closed tight. His hand groped the nightstand for the phone and his cigarettes. Finding both he sat up.
"Hello?" He said as he took a cigarette out of the pack and lit it with his battered chrome lighter.
"Is this Lt. Tra Mitchel?" A voice on the other end of the line answered.
"This is Lt. Mitchel, who is this?" He said, annoyed.
"Good, good. Lt. Mitchel, this is Captain Lloyd, with the 114th station operations and maintenance squadron. If you still want to shuttle the Viper upstairs, it's ready to go." Captain Lloyd said.
Tra took a long drag from his cigarette and shook his head."Yes sir. I'll be there in an hour"
The line went dead as Captain Lloyd hung up, leaving Tra once again alone in the dark. Getting out of bed, he walked over to the window and opened the drapes. The light and heat hit his body all at once forcing him to squint. I guess it's pm he thought to himself.
Showering and shaving quickly, Tra put on his flight-suit. Checking himself in the mirror, he could tell everything was in it's proper place. Once again he looked like an officer instead of a bum. Grabbing his flight bag he opened the front door of his house.
"Lights off" He said as he walked out and locked the door. Climbing on his motorcycle he started the engine and pulled out on the street.
Fifty five minutes later Tra was standing outside hanger 19. Behind him a pair of Viper Mk VIIs roared off the runway climbing into the sky. "Lucky frakkers" He thought as he watched the pair disappear into the bright blue sky. Walking into the hanger he saw several rows of Vipers and Raptors in various states of repair. Mechanics and technicians crawled over the ships like an army of ants tearing apart and putting together the stricken ships.
"You must be Lt. Mitchel." Captain Lloyd's voice said from the office door on the right wall.
Tra turned and faced the Captain who was already closing the distance between the two men. Captain Lloyd was a tall thin man with a receding hairline. The kind of man you would expect seeing in a classroom teaching a class on some kind of science.
The two men exchanged salutes. Then motioning for Tra to follow, Captain Lloyd started walking down the center of the hanger.
"She's right over here Lt." He said motioning to the only craft that was whole.
A smile spread across Tra's face as he walked slowly towards the Viper Mk II. Running his hand across the wing he made his way towards the cockpit. Everything else seemed to melt away as he went through the preflight walk around he had performed so many times before.
"I used to watch my parents fly these." He said in a low whisper "Gods, they loved flying."
"Your flight plan is filed. Wheels up in thirty." Captain Lloyd said.
Thirty minutes later Tra was in the cockpit of the old Viper waiting for the tower to clear him.
"Achillies, tower. You are cleared for takeoff on runway 35. Wind id 11 knots from the southwest."
"Tower, Achillies. Roger that. Runway 35"
A few moments later Tra slammed the throttle forward. The Viper lept forward, remembering the freedom of flight. Pulling back on the stick Achillies felt the Gs push him back into the seat as he hurtled skyward. The sonic boom echoed in the cockpit as he passed mach 1. Going totally vertical he watched as the blue sky slowly turned into the black of space. Looking at the Dradus he saw two contacts on his right.
"Well, they never said I had to go directly to the Galactica" He said to himself.
Pulling a hard right Achillies Viper MkII closed quickly on the two unsuspecting Vipers from Avalon's CAP. Like a bird pf prey Achillies dove between the two Viper's, firing his training lasers as he went. "One down" He thought as he pulled back hard on the stick. The nose of Achillies Viper Mk II flipped around towards the CAP Viper he had missed on his first pass.
"I know who that is." A familiar voice said over the com "Do you really think you can beat me in an antique Achillies" Wild-man said.
Before Wild-man could maneuver into a firing position Achillise fired again, waxing the Viper. "Looks like I just did, Wild-man. Or are you gonna cry about how I took you by surprise?" Achillies said, laughing at his angry squadronmate.
WHERE: Caprica City
WHEN: Final Day of Port Leave
The silence of the bedroom was shattered by the ringing phone. Slowly opening his ice blue eyes to the darkness, Tra unwillingly came back to reality. He glanced at the glowing hands of his watch. 2:00. But was it am or pm. He couldn't tell with the heavy drapes in his bedroom closed tight. His hand groped the nightstand for the phone and his cigarettes. Finding both he sat up.
"Hello?" He said as he took a cigarette out of the pack and lit it with his battered chrome lighter.
"Is this Lt. Tra Mitchel?" A voice on the other end of the line answered.
"This is Lt. Mitchel, who is this?" He said, annoyed.
"Good, good. Lt. Mitchel, this is Captain Lloyd, with the 114th station operations and maintenance squadron. If you still want to shuttle the Viper upstairs, it's ready to go." Captain Lloyd said.
Tra took a long drag from his cigarette and shook his head."Yes sir. I'll be there in an hour"
The line went dead as Captain Lloyd hung up, leaving Tra once again alone in the dark. Getting out of bed, he walked over to the window and opened the drapes. The light and heat hit his body all at once forcing him to squint. I guess it's pm he thought to himself.
Showering and shaving quickly, Tra put on his flight-suit. Checking himself in the mirror, he could tell everything was in it's proper place. Once again he looked like an officer instead of a bum. Grabbing his flight bag he opened the front door of his house.
"Lights off" He said as he walked out and locked the door. Climbing on his motorcycle he started the engine and pulled out on the street.
Fifty five minutes later Tra was standing outside hanger 19. Behind him a pair of Viper Mk VIIs roared off the runway climbing into the sky. "Lucky frakkers" He thought as he watched the pair disappear into the bright blue sky. Walking into the hanger he saw several rows of Vipers and Raptors in various states of repair. Mechanics and technicians crawled over the ships like an army of ants tearing apart and putting together the stricken ships.
"You must be Lt. Mitchel." Captain Lloyd's voice said from the office door on the right wall.
Tra turned and faced the Captain who was already closing the distance between the two men. Captain Lloyd was a tall thin man with a receding hairline. The kind of man you would expect seeing in a classroom teaching a class on some kind of science.
The two men exchanged salutes. Then motioning for Tra to follow, Captain Lloyd started walking down the center of the hanger.
"She's right over here Lt." He said motioning to the only craft that was whole.
A smile spread across Tra's face as he walked slowly towards the Viper Mk II. Running his hand across the wing he made his way towards the cockpit. Everything else seemed to melt away as he went through the preflight walk around he had performed so many times before.
"I used to watch my parents fly these." He said in a low whisper "Gods, they loved flying."
"Your flight plan is filed. Wheels up in thirty." Captain Lloyd said.
Thirty minutes later Tra was in the cockpit of the old Viper waiting for the tower to clear him.
"Achillies, tower. You are cleared for takeoff on runway 35. Wind id 11 knots from the southwest."
"Tower, Achillies. Roger that. Runway 35"
A few moments later Tra slammed the throttle forward. The Viper lept forward, remembering the freedom of flight. Pulling back on the stick Achillies felt the Gs push him back into the seat as he hurtled skyward. The sonic boom echoed in the cockpit as he passed mach 1. Going totally vertical he watched as the blue sky slowly turned into the black of space. Looking at the Dradus he saw two contacts on his right.
"Well, they never said I had to go directly to the Galactica" He said to himself.
Pulling a hard right Achillies Viper MkII closed quickly on the two unsuspecting Vipers from Avalon's CAP. Like a bird pf prey Achillies dove between the two Viper's, firing his training lasers as he went. "One down" He thought as he pulled back hard on the stick. The nose of Achillies Viper Mk II flipped around towards the CAP Viper he had missed on his first pass.
"I know who that is." A familiar voice said over the com "Do you really think you can beat me in an antique Achillies" Wild-man said.
Before Wild-man could maneuver into a firing position Achillise fired again, waxing the Viper. "Looks like I just did, Wild-man. Or are you gonna cry about how I took you by surprise?" Achillies said, laughing at his angry squadronmate.