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Post by missygoat1 on Nov 19, 2006 17:39:13 GMT -6
I looked in my mirror, fastening my uniform. I gazed at my reflection, and I found myself smiling proudly as I looked at myself. It hasn't been easy, but I have finally made it. I'm part of the Black Squadron now.
Captain Lazant is a man whom I have come to respect and admire, though there are times when I do not like him so much. However, if it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be here today, and more importantly, I wouldn't be the person I am today. I have come to accept that there will always be people whom I dislike, and there will be things I dislike about my friends, even. But the fact is, we're in a situation where every one of us is needed, and we need to get along and help each other if we're going to survive. It's hard enough to keep our people fed and protected, and to simply keep some of the older ships going sometimes. We must work together if we're going to make it to Earth... if it even exists.
I shouldn't think like that, I told myself sternly. The only thing that had kept me going, ever since the day the Cylons attacked, was the hope that our fleet would one day find Earth, and that its people would have technology advanced enough to defeat the Cylons once and for all. I just hoped that I would still be alive the day we found it. Or if it wasn't the technologically advanced paradise I've always dreamed it would be, perhaps I would rather die during a battle with the Cylons before we reached there--
I frowned at my reflection, shaking my head at myself. Since when I had become such a fracking pessimist? I couldn't lost hope. Hope was the only thing that drove the people on, and made everyone believe that they could go on living for another day. Hope that one day we could stop fighting, that one day we could live in peace. And I needed to believe it myself. Whether it be Earth, or some other planet, we would stop running one day.
And I need to remain hopeful, for the sake of the people within the fleet, I told myself sternly, ajusting my jacket a little. If the protectors of the fleet lose hope, then the civilians may lose hope. I saw my relfection glaring at me, as though it were another person who was telling me to get out there and do my job. I nodded firmly, then I turned on my heel and left my quarters.
I then proceeded to head toward the simms, so that I could report to my commanding officer.
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Post by missygoat1 on Nov 22, 2006 17:42:56 GMT -6
I proceeded down the corridor, thinking deeply as I walked. I subconsciously checked over my uniform once again as I went, smoothing out some of the wrinkles. I always wanted to be presentable in front of my peers, and most especially in front of my superior officers. Some may call it vanity, but I preferred to call it being professional.
Well, perhaps it was a similar thing, either way.
I was so pre-occupied with my own thoughts, and how my uniform looked, that I nearly ran into a couple of other officers as they passed me by. I hastily apologized, but they barely acknowledged me before they rushed off down the corridor. From the way they were acting, I assumed that they were probably late for their duty shift. And they hadn't rushed on by so fast that I didn't notice their unkempt hair and wrinkled uniforms.
They look like they may have had a little too much Ambrosia last night, I thought, slightly smug at the thought that I would be reporting to my own commanding officer in better condition than that.
With that I turned on my heel and walked the rest of the way down the corridor, and continued walking until I entered the simms.
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Post by missygoat1 on Nov 23, 2006 12:01:16 GMT -6
As I entered the simms, I literally bumped into an older man, who was also wearing a uniform. "Sorry Ensign," he said, and moved on by, heading down the corridor. I murmured an apology in return. I started to head on in, but somehow I happened to spot the Black Squadron patch on his uniform. I stopped and looked again, and sure enough I noticed his rank: Major.
That's him! I thought. I cleared my throat, and I went after him. I followed him to his office, and when he stopped I called out to him, hurrying to catch up. "Major!" I said, approaching him. I then stopped and straightened, and saluted. "Ensign Missygoat reporting for duty, sir," I said.
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Post by JustinB on Nov 26, 2006 3:32:08 GMT -6
I had my mind squadron business when i heard someone coming running behind me yelling out "Major.'
She came to a halt and straightened, and saluted. "Ensign Missygoat reporting for duty, sir."
Returning the salute I said, "Well, you must be a new recruit. I wish they would let me know in advance. Anyway,welcome to Black Squadron. Follow me to my office and we can have a little talk."
"Yes Sir" she replied.
We walked to my office without a word being spoken. When we arrived at my office, I opened the door and went and sat down motioning her to do the same. As I looked at my desk as fortune would have it, her file was on my desk.
"Once again Ensign Missygoat, Welcome to Black Squadron and also to the Callisto. Black Squadron might no be as old as Gold, but we have a hades of a reputation of being up to any challenge whether in dogfights or hand to hand combat. As of now, what you do will affect your future. I will continue your training to make sure you stay alive. I glanced through her file briefly then continued. " I am impressed with your academy training scores Missygoat. I am sure you will prove to be an asset to us here on the Callisto. But I would like to you tell me why you wanted to become a warrior?"
I was eager to hear her response.
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Post by missygoat1 on Nov 26, 2006 12:23:46 GMT -6
I blinked. I hadn't exactly planned what I was going to say to my commanding officer when I'd first met him, but I thought I'd had a rough idea anyway. However, when he requested I tell him why I wanted to become a warrior... it's like my mind went blank, and I felt my mouth go completely dry.
Get a grip on yourself, I told myself firmly. How was I expecting to impress him if I start tripping over my own tongue? He's already impressed, I thought. He just said so. I cleared my throat, then I spoke.
"I wanted to become a warrior because it's a worthy cause," I began, and nearly winced. But I continued, telling him a little about my background. I did my best not to go into all the details, because I knew he had better things to do than sit here for hours listening to me blab about my past and my family. Basically I just told him a little about myself, how my family and I had managed to escape from Caprica the day the Cylons attacked, and I had felt so helpless that day. It was a story that I had repeated many, many times after it had happened, and one that was also being told by so many other people.
For the longest time, I couldn't get over it, I simply refused to accept the fact that home was gone forever, some of my family and best friends were dead or had to be left behind... sometimes I would just lie there in my bed, squeezing my eyes shut, imaging very hard that I was still there. Sometimes I would even have vivid dreams that I was back at home, and my life had picked up where it had left off, as though the Cylons had never invaded. But of course, then I would wake up... and wish I hadn't. There are some dreams that I didn't wish to wake up from.
The people around me were grieving too. They'd lost everything just like I had, and they only had each other, along with what few possessions they'd managed to grab. In some ways, I had been fortunate. At least I still had my parents. Some people were all alone, surrounded by strangers, while they wept for the loss of their family and friends. But I could only focus on myself. My mouth twitched slightly as I thought about it; I could still remember it all so vividly, as though it had happened yesterday.
I didn't want to stop dwelling on it. There had been times in the past when I didn't want to eat, and I didn't even want to get out of bed in the morning. My parents spent as much time with me as they could spare, but they had other things to do as well, so they couldn't spend all their time with me. My mother spent quite a bit of time when I came down with some sort of flu, the one that nearly killed me... but even then, her attention was divided because there were quite a few other people she had to tend too as well. She is a nurse, and nurses were in high demand, especially when everyone started to live together in such close quarters. Foreign germs and viruses spread easily from person to person.
Then one day, I finally began to accept the fact that I could never get my old life back. I was being selfish, dwelling on the past, and every man and woman throughout the fleet was needed--we all needed to work together, to find some way to fit in and to help, if we were going to survive. I realized that I had become more of a burden than anything else. I needed to... get involved, somehow.
It was tough going at first, because part of me wanted to continue on as I had--just lying around, feeling sorry for myself, wishing that I was back on Caprica, and that the Cylons had never invaded. But then one day, I met one of the warriors as he was passing through on the freighter where I lived. He was investigating something or other--something to do with missing supplies. He went around and questioned everyone, including my mother. Eventually it was determined that a rogue, Borellian Nomen had been responsible for stealing the supplies. But still, somehow just seeing that warrior... I had looked at him with awe, even though he didn't actually speak to me.
I began to find out more about the warriors of the fleet, out of fascination and curiousity. Then I became even more intrigued with the colonial warriors when I developed a crush on Captain Apollo. I was fascinated by him. He had become like a role-model to me, and I wanted to be just like him...
And... I stopped talking, knowing that I had gone on a lot longer than I probably should have, a lot longer than I had intended. "I'm sorry, sir," I murmured, blushing slightly, placing my hand on my cheek. "I shouldn't have rambled on so much..." I wanted to kick myself. I carefully kept my face respectful and fairly neutral, but I was gritting my teeth.
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Post by JustinB on Nov 27, 2006 8:40:49 GMT -6
"Don't apologise for rambling Ensign, we all do that from time to time," I said with a smile. "All seems to be in order. I take it you more than likely found a bunk and locker in the barracks, so all we have to do now is assign you a viper. Let me see what is available. Ah yes here we are. A viper has been sitting idle since its owner Lieutenant Killjoy has left the military and pursued a career aboard the prison barge. It is now yours. Whenever you are up to it, go to beta launch bay and find my crew chief Zane and get him to point it out to you. I won't be available for a while as I have a personal commitment to take care of as well as interview another new recruit. So if there is anything you need to know, now is the time to ask?"
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Post by missygoat1 on Nov 28, 2006 14:44:43 GMT -6
I still felt a little embarrassed for rambling on so much... and for saying more than I'd originally intended. I merely shook my head, mostly in fear that if I opened my mouth again, I would start going on about other stuff.
I was known to be shy, and sometimes I had a hard time opening up. But once I got going on a subject, sometimes it was difficult to get me to shut up. Especially when it came to my own life, and my own past.
"No sir," I said politely. "I shall head down to the beta launch bay now, if it's all right." I offered a small smile.
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Post by JustinB on Nov 28, 2006 23:50:02 GMT -6
"I shall head down to the beta launch bay now, if it's all right." Missygoat said offering a small smile.
I stood up and reached across and shook Missygoat's hand, "Well here is to the future and am looking forward to flying with you. Once again Ensign, Welcome to Black Squadron and my door is always open."
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Post by missygoat1 on Nov 29, 2006 20:03:39 GMT -6
"Thank you, Sir," I replied, giving his hand a firm shake. I then offered a quick salute, then turned on my heel and headed out of his office, eager to get to the beta launch bay. I knew how to get there, and I hastened my pace so that I would reach the bay quickly.
Once I arrived, I walked in and asked for the crew chief, Zane. Another crewman pointed him out, and I approached him. I offered a formal salute, introduced myself, and asked him where my Viper was. He pointed it out to me, welcomed me to Black Squadron, then went back to what he was doing.
I slowly approached my Viper, and for a moment I just stared at it with awe. Sure, I'd seen Vipers before, and I'd even been in the simms numerous times. I knew how to fly one. But to think that this one was mine, that I would actually be able to fly one, of my own... I just stood there for a full two minutes, grinning at it like a schoolgirl, even stroking and caressing it's wing.
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Post by missygoat1 on Dec 2, 2006 22:25:57 GMT -6
I suddenly realized that I had been standing there for quite some time, just staring at the Viper like an idiot, stroking it as though it were a daggit. I cleared my throat and looked around sheepishly, worried that someone may have noticed me. However, the few crewmen that were around didn't seem to take notice of me. Or if they did notice me, they didn't show it.
This is my Viper, I thought proudly. I thought about climbing in and taking it for a short ride, but I decided against it. I was excited about it, but... I wasn't quite ready to go out into space quite yet. That is, I'm... I'm still a little bit nervous about it. Not that I would admit that to anyone, well maybe I would. Either way, I figured I would rather wait until my first patrol.
And hopefully I wouldn't do something completely stupid, like fly up my wingman's exaust pipe or crash my ship when I came in for a landing...
I shook my head at the thought. I then decided to see about getting my ship looked over. I wanted it to be in tip-top shape when I took it out for my first patrol. It looked wonderful, but it still looked like it could use a tune-up...
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