Captain Lee 'Apollo' Adama was mad. Not just kind of, maybe a little mad. Very, very mad. This morning, upon reporting to the flight deck for his CAP, he had jumped into his Viper. And then jumped out. Very quickly. For the cockpit had been covered in soap suds. Consequently, he was now covered in soap suds. Luckily, hopping out of her Viper, was the perfect chance for him to vent. He had yelled, she had run, and he had given chase. After cornering her, she had slipped past, and now he was hopelessly lost.
Lee had not been on Galactica for more than a day before the attacks occurred, so he didn't know his way around the ship as well as, say, Starbuck. Lee had turned a few corners, gone up a few stairs, and was now in a part of the ship he had never entered before. After turning yet another corner, Lee was assaulted by sounds. There was clacking and clanging, as well as people yelling. Lee had just entered the only area of the ship that could rival the noise of the flight deck: the kitchen. Just then, he had an idea.
"Specialist!" Apollo called to no one in particular. Luckily, someone came to his aide.
"Is there anything I can do for you, Captain?" asked a kitchen hand.
"Yes, actually there is…"
Apollo grabbed the bottle of conditioner, added a generous dollop from the bottle he held, and put it back. Now, all he had to do was sit and wait.
"Frack!" said Starbuck.
"What's up?" asked Cally. While it was not unusual for the Viper Pilot to curse, it was rather early in the shift.
"I'm flying with Apollo today."
"What's so wrong with that?"
"Did you not see our 'display' earlier?" By this time, they had reached Starbuck's Viper and started preflight. They continued to chatter about nonsense while going through the motions…until Apollo got there. Then all chatter ceased.
"Don't let me stop your conversation, ladies."
"You seem to be in a good mood," called Kara as he began his preflight with another knuckledragger.
"I have gotten over my petty squabbles of yesterday."
"You have?" said Starbuck distrustfully.
"I have."
After a long CAP nothing was better than an even longer shower, even if it was only lukewarm. She finally exited the shower, and stopped by the mirrors over the sink to mess with her hair. Starbuck looked up to find that her hair had changed color from a nice blond to a vibrantly shocking green.
"APOLLO!" she screamed as she ran the breath of the ship to the flight deck, wearing nothing more than a towel. What she saw there stopped her in her tracks.
A/N i love to write cliffies. But to write them, you need a (gasp) PLOT! IHAVE A PLOT! YAH! (in a hypnotic voice) the button is beckoning...press the button...you know you want to...