DISCLAIMER: I don't own Battlstar Galactica and am not making a frakking cubit/penny from this (nor do I intend to since I don't want lawyers suing me).
Bang! Bang! These noises rang through my head as I hit the command table…
Mere minutes earlier…
My officers, Lt. Sharon "Boomer" Valeri and Lt. Margaret "Racetrack" Edmondson have just come back from a dangerous raptor mission, where they hand delivered a nuke to a Cylon basestar and remote detonated it.
Thank the Gods.
"Congratulations, Lieutenant," I tell "racetrack".
She is a young ambitious ECO, or Electronic Countermeasures Officer assigned to Boomer's raptor. A very promising and attractive young woman.
If I was thirty years younger and not the CO I would have asked her out in a caprican minute.
She kind of reminds me of a certain raptor pilot, Jaycie McGavin.
First Cylon War, Day 4,571I have just gotten the news that the war is over, and to give them my coordinates, I am in my twenties.
Honestly though, telling you my age is the last frakking thing on my Gods damned mind, as my friend; well more than friend… Jaycie McGavin is in the sickbay, Doctor Jack Cottle is one of the surgeons working on her injuries.
The raptor lands, and I get onboard, not really paying attention to the pilot or the ECO.
I know we're taking off, I know we're heading back to Galactica, and Gods damn it, I also know that nothing really matters right now other than the fact that those motherfrakkers took out the battlestar Columbia before she could even fire off a single shot at them.
My viper is gone, but that was more me trying to be a gods damned hero/ angel of death to those toasters after what they did to Jaycie and to the Columbia.
She was involved in raptor talon, and suffered grievous injuries when the control console exploded.
She was my friend, she was my lover.
Gods damn it, husker! I think don't even think about that now! She needs you now!
All I could manage while on board the raptor was a half mumbled "Gods damned frakking toasters. I hope they all frakking die…"
The pilot looked back at me, and since they all knew about Jaycie and me merely said
"She's not dead yet, husker. Chin up."
I couldn't say much really to that, because I had an axe to grind and I was gonna get mine even if I had to wait a long time to get it.
"Raptor one one five, Galactica," I hear, "hands on approach, usual speed call the ball"
"This is raptor one one five, I have the ball, reducing speed to zero five zero on course one five five karem zero one zero."
"Welcome home, one one five. Good job, husker."
"Thank you, sir."
It just didn't seem to be so appropriate somehow.
"Husker, you're to report to CIC immediately when you're skids down."
"Sir, I have to check on Jaycie!"
"She's in critical condition, there's nothing you can do for her now. They're doing surgery on her now."
"I have to see her, sir! I don't give a blue frak if it means I spend time in the brig!"
"Gods damn it, Husker… Fine, see her, then get your ass to the CIC"
"Yes, commander."