Disclaimer; Battlestar Galactica is still not mine.
"I guess I'm going solo" Lee muttered as he realized Hot Dog had gotten stuck. Truth be told, he didn't mind that much. He hadn't exactly had the best day, and a spin out in his viper was exactly what he needed.
"Galactica: Apollo, target in sight" Lee fired on the raider as soon as he was in range, but the raider dodged with ease. He spent the next few minutes trying to blast it, but it maneuvered out of the way each time.
"Lord's this bastard's good" he exclaimed. Raiders never flew like that.
"Hold on you little..." he was getting frustrated now. He was going to get that raider, but suddenly the raider was nowhere to be seen, and then it was above his head.
"Holy Galactica, he is now flying in formation with me, right above my head. This thing is acting weird. Hook me through" then Lee glimpsed up and saw the most welcome sign he had seen all day
"Ha ha it's Starbuck!" he whooped
"What! Come again Apollo"
"The raider is marked Starbuck, it's written under the frackin' wing" he said, barely believing it. He heard vague cheers over at CIC and then his father's voice.
"Bring it into the bay, if it tries anything, take it out."
"Wilco Galactica, but I tell you, it has to be her. This thing is flying with some serious attitude" He was sure of it.
Whew Lee thought as he lead Starbuck into the hanger bay.