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They Look and Feel Human.
Some are programmed to think they are Human.
There are many copies.
And they have a Plan.
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Posted: Jun 1 2007, 01:26 AM
"Out of the box is where I live"
Member No.: 3
Joined: 4-March 06
Date: Five Days ADC
Starbuck climbed the ladder & slid into the cockpit. It was cramped, almost claustrophobic, filled with a myriad of gauges & switches that to the untrained eye would be completely undecipherable & whoever designed it clearly had never sat a three hour patrol in those seats. And even with all that, it was the one place in the universe where she was most at home, the place she felt more like herself than anywhere else. She clicked her helmet into place & started going through the preflight sequence.
She blew through the last few procedures & called back “all set.” The deck crew started, what seemed to her, the interminable trip to get her Viper from the hangar to the launch tube.
Summary: Starbuck’s ready to roll
Tags: The CAP
Posted: Jun 5 2007, 09:01 PM
Member No.: 7
Joined: 11-March 07
Date: Five Days ADC
Location: Battlestar Galactica, Viper cockpit, then space
As the acknowledgements came in over his headset, Apollo simply nodded (old habit, as no one could see him) and signaled the deck crew to transfer his Viper from the hanger deck to the launch tube. Lee found this the worst part of a flight. Not only was the cockpit cramped but...he had no control. This part of the mission was completely out of his hands. In fact, if he did anything to affect the craft, it would likely upset the precision required for launch and result in disaster. So Lee was forced to just...sit there while everyone else did all the work.
But then...after the Viper was settled in the launch tube and the G-forces from launch had forced him back into the seat...Lee was home. The adrenilin rush from launch had forced the fatigue from his mind and the grandeur of space could almost...almost...make him forget about the events of the past week. Lee surrendered to the moment and did a unauthorized barrell roll before he settled down and remembered why they were out there.
"On my wing, Starbuck. Crashdown, Flattop...you know what to do. Give a holler if you see anything unusual, no matter how minor. This isn't the time for assumptions or mistakes." Everyone likely already knew that, but they hadn't been working together that long. Lee wanted to make sure Crashdown and Flattop knew that he wasn't one of those CO's that would chew them out if they reported something and it turned out to be a false alarm. Starbuck was a different story. He'd known her so long that she really didn't give a damn if he was officially her CO...she'd do whatever she damn well pleased anyway and report whatever she felt like.
Summary: Launch and wandering thoughts
Tags: Crashdown, Flattop, Starbuck...maybe some Cylons?
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