"Captain."
"Commander." Lee slowed down and let his father catch up.
"Am I going to have a line of people wanting not to be pilots?" Adama inquired.
"Kara is going to start basic flight with them over again tomorrow." Lee replied. "She's also taken up residence at the table in the rec room where she is creating detailed plans on how to build this simulator which we apparently signed off on for the Chief."
"We talked about it last week and I gave her the go ahead, but she was supposed to have you sign off on it too."
"Apparently I did, she slipped it into a set off papers she gave me to sign."
"Ever resourceful." Adama smiled. "She also has an interesting idea about timing."
"That was a conditional yes." Lee replied.
"What was the condition?"
"That I find a proper and well timed way to ask again." Lee stated.
"I told you she was a lot like your mother." Adama patted him on the back.
" Tyrol let slip why the President is coming to visit tomorrow."
"How did Kara take that?"
"She's not cutting up her dress uniform pants." Lee replied. "She's going to have to wear on of the pairs that got up cut up for day to day use."
"That's fine." Adama stated. "I had suggested to the President that we put it off until her leg had healed more."
"She saw Cottle earlier, the bones aren't fusing as well as he'd like. She's going to have the brace on for at least another month."
"I assume she's doing reasonably well with the news."
"She yelled at the nuggets and then went and saw Tyrol." Lee informed him.
"Accept it and move on." Adama guessed.
"It looks that way. I have to get back and finish some paperwork."
"Come up with something fitting, she deserves it."
"Yes sir."
BSG
Kara was working hard trying to get the rough sketches into a workable set of plans. She knew what she wanted to achieve trying to build a machine that would accomplish that from a scrap viper would be a challenge.
Knowing what resources they had she mapped out what the design using her artistic talents.
"Taken over the place Starbuck?" Hotdog asked when he walked in.
"I needed a table to work at and the CAG's desk is full of reports." Kara replied.
"What are you working on anyway?"
"A flight simulator." Kara answered.
"A flight simulator?" Kat questioned.
"Yes."
"We don't have the parts for one do we?"
"The Chief is going to help me knock together a rudimentary one from an old viper if I can finish these plans." Kara explained. "I've already got the okay from the Commander and you've all been volunteered to help build it along with volunteers from the deck crew."
"You're just going to knock one together." Hotdog said.
"Well the nuggets are going to destroy all the vipers we have left if I don't do something and this is the best we're going to get."
"You really think you can build a simulator."
"It doesn't have to be perfect just enough so they don't try to take out the CAG or each other when they're supposed to be flying in a straight line because they have some idea what they are doing."
"They really did that?"
"Several times. The only thing they have seemed to mastered is just about how to land without killing themselves." Kara sighed.
"Want some help?" Kat offered.
"I can draw the schematics but I could do with a drink." Kara admitted.
"We'll see what we can do."
"You might also want to find out uniforms for tomorrow, the President is going to drop by."
"Why?" Hotdog asked.
"She's the President." Kara stated. She wasn't going to tell them about her promotion or the marriage proposal.
TBC
