Battlestar Galactica

It had been a long day. A long day, spent running around the civilian camp before finalizing her travel plans to Colonial One for tomorrow. She'd finally accepted President Foster's invitation to interview for an internship position - a mere formality, she'd been assured, but it made her nervous all the same.

Now that she had some time to breathe, she was on her way down to the hangar deck. Even when it was bustling with activity, it was the calmest place she knew on this ship. Maybe it was because of all the time she spent here growing up, watching her dad work miracles on beyond repair Vipers and Raptors or waiting for her mom to get back from patrol.

Whatever the reason, she couldn't help but smile as she reached the upper catwalk, watching everyone milling around.

(open to whoever)