Battlestar Avalon

WHO: James Chase & Jilleen Simmons
WHERE: Their Townhouse, Caprica City
WHEN: Early Morning, the day after starting liberty.

James Chase watched as the dawn light appeared over Caprica City's skyline from his bedroom balcony of the townhouse that he shared with his wife, Jilleen Simmons. He sat alone at with a tall glass of orange juice on the balcony table as he listened to the chirping birds below in the trees of the city park.

( Morning over C-city )

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

Caprica beach, Caprica 2230 hrs

The moon rose high over the ocean as the rhythmic sounds of the waves crashed onto the long empty stretch of beach. The smell of the salt water mixed with the lingering sent of suntan oil and tropical drinks. Seabirds walked along the shore looking for any sea life that ventured out into the night. Then without warning, the silence of the night was shattered by the roaring of a motorcycle's engine. Birds took flight as a mixture of the night wind and music from his ear-buds howled in his ears. Achillies gunned the engine of the motorcycle and smiled. Watching the beach fly by he was gripped by a feeling of fear and excitement. This was as close as he could get to the thrill of flying when he wasn't in the cockpit of his viper.

Ahead the darkness of the night was split by the lights of the city. Slowing down, he exited the small beach road into the parking lot of a local beach bar. He shut off the engine of the bike and got off. Unzipping his leather flight jacket we walked into the bar. Loud music, smoke and the smell of alcohol mixed with perfume washed over him.

"Now that's more like it" He said as he lit a cigarette and walked in.

Achillies sat at one of the empty tables at the dark outer edge of the bar. The waitress walked towards him. She looked to be about twenty wears old, blond with an almost animalistic beauty about her. The kind of girl that was beautiful and knew it.

"What can I get you fly boy?" She asked leaning over his table provocatively.

"Whiskey. Just bring the bottle, a glass and some ice" He said tossing two hundred cubits on the table.

Without a word the waitress took the cubits and left. Reappearing a few moments with a bottle of Caprica's finest whiskey, a glass and a large container of ice.

"Anything else I can get you?" She asked ion a more seductive.

Achillies smiled at her for a moment "Not yet, but believe me I'll let you know" he said as he poured himself a large drink.

He watched her swaying hips as she walked away from his table. Then turning up the drink he emptied the glass. Pouring another he watched the mixture of Caprica's finest and lowest mix in the darkness.