Another chapter ready for you guys to read. I want to thank Tsuki no Yasha for reviewing, thanks chickadee ^^ and the next chapter of Closing of an Era (another bsg fic) should be out in about half an hour to an hour.

Don't own BSG no matter how much I want to…and I'm not making any money from this ^^

One year Previous…first day on Battlestar Galactica…

"…I want to make one thing clear: On my ship, I don't have sheep. If you have a talent, I want to see it…if you have a plan, I want to hear it….If you want to go home, get off my ship right now, you don't have the balls to fight on a Battlestar…" Commander Adama painted a fierce picture, a loyal one, a passionate one, and suddenly, to Evelyn, serving on the old girl didn't seem so bad…

One year later…

"It's a bad omen, Helo, you have to agree with me on this one," Evelyn growled, stamping her foot lightly. "Making Galactica a museum is catastrophic, especially with the terrorism that's happening right now. At least make the old girl a peacekeeping vessel."

Karl "Helo" Agathon smirked at his friend, seeing her wild black hair bristle with agitation. The woman reminded him of a little kitten, barely old enough to have claws, or at least until she got into a cockpit…then he was glad to be on her side, rather than the enemy. The woman certainly knew how to fly a viper with deadly accuracy, although it was unsurprising when he took into account the fact that Starbuck had taken her under her wing.

The thought of them both out there at once terrified him.

"While I agree that decommissioning the Galactica is a bad, bad thing, I hardly think it's a bad omen, Voodoo."

"Of course it is, not only does the Military have an influx of people needing new positions and is down one vessel…the paperwork has to be a bitch to contend with." Helo laughed and reached over the table to ruffle her hair.

"That's not an omen, sweetheart, that's just fact, plain and simple," he stated with a grin. Evelyn pouted a little in response.

"I just have a bad feeling, and nothing I've done has done anything to ease it." Helo sobered, her bad feelings generally proved something was up, although occasionally she was wrong, and he hoped severely that she was wrong. No one aboard was really ready for a crisis, not this close to the ship being decommissioned.

"I'll keep an eye out," he promised. Spotting Kara 'Starbuck' Thrace walking into the officer's lounge, he grinned at Evelyn. "Want to play some Pyramid with the rest of us?"

She gave him a flat stare. "Do I look stupid enough to say goodbye to my money to Starbuck?" Helo let out a booming laugh and kissed her forehead as he got out of his chair and moved over to their blonde friend. Rolling her eyes at him, she watched as he left, cutting one of the finest figures she had ever seen. He was large, muscular, but lean as well, like a panther. Every time she saw him she was reminded of a warrior of legend, the hero, and the savior…a man with a moral compass that would never be compromised. Sighing, she turned away from the thought. It wasn't as if he'd ever be interested in her, his eyes were drawn to his Raptor pilot, Sharon 'Boomer' Valerie. She finger waved at her friend and left the room, tossing around the idea to visit the gym or not.

Pilot briefing was dull and long, something that Evelyn loathed with a passion, especially after being told that she wasn't picked to fly in formation with the others. However, there were two bright moments, one being told why Starbuck was in the brig, yet again, and the other was the Commander's son.

He was so different to what she was expecting, lean, and clean cut, a pure, unadulterated man. His hair, despite being brown, fought to be considered red. Biting her lip, she watched him for a while, considering him, his body language…he didn't want to be there, around them, but his passion for flying, it brought her a strange sense of hope over the foreboding feeling she had been having the past few days. If he stuck around, she had a good feeling that whatever bad thing that happened, could be conquerable…but only if he stayed.

Slipping her hand into her pocket, she fingered her tiny statue of Hera, a gift from her mother for graduating the Academy. Sighing, she turned her attention back to the front, her eyes immediately drawn to Helo at the front. A small smile played at her lips, the poor guy, normally a Viper pilot, stuck with the one Raptor pilot that couldn't land properly.

As though hearing her thoughts, Helo turned around and gave her a light smile, then nodded at the Commander's son. Did they know each other? Evelyn mentally shrugged; it was a question she could ask him during chow time. They never really had any secrets between them.

Hiding a yawn behind her hand, Evelyn turned back to her CAG and tried to focus back onto his words, no matter how irritating his monotone voice was.

Staring at her dress uniform, Evelyn let out a sound of distaste. The damned thing never fit properly, and when she had to wear it, she was stuck in the itchy thing for hours on end. If she was in the fraking ceremony, she wouldn't have had to deal with it, but thanks to the all mighty hand of the CAG she was left standing on ceremony. Who knew the amounts of times she fell asleep during his briefing would one day come and bite her back in the ass?

Helo walked in, a smirk gracing his lips as he was pushed by Boomer. Looking over towards Evelyn, he let out a laugh. "Gods, you're stuck wearing Dress grays?"

"This is all your fault," Evelyn growled. "I don't know how exactly, but I know it's your fault."

"Sure, sure," he grinned. "Anyway, Boomer and I need to get our survival packs, for when we're, you know, in the ceremony…"

He had to duck as Evelyn threw a pillow at him. "Damn, Boomer, I'm glad I'm not you, being stuck with this asshole all the time." The other woman smirked.

"He's learning, I've just about got him house trained."