About Me
I WANT TO SAY HEY TO MY BUDDIES ON FREIGHTER 212!!!I was selected from relative obscurity to become one of Galactica's first intake of trainee pilots after 13 experienced pilots were killed in a freak accident. I'm described as a "boonie jumper", I was placed under the instruction of Kara Thrace or Starbuck, alongside nugget pilots Brendan Constanza and Perry. Thrown in at the deep end - flying Vipers on our very first day of training, none of us nuggets perform particularly well -Me in particular fails to make a combat landing on Galactica. Starbuck washes out the entire group of candidates until Commander William Adama later forces Starbuck to reinstate them. My training continues until I'm selected to fly with Lee Adama during a raid to secure a tylium mine from the Cylons. My fellow nuggets Perry and Stepchild are killed in this action, but Hot Dog and I survive and are greeted as heroes on their return to Galactica. Im almost killed when Birch incorrectly directs my to attack an asteroid target as Hot Dog fires a missile at the target. My improving piloting skills save me from a dangerous collision with debris. I'm later promoted from cadet to the rank of Lieutenant. In the wake of Admiral Cain's integration of Galactica and Pegasus' officers, I appear to have been made the acting-CAG of the Galactica flight team. With Starbuck and Apollo both transferred to Pegasus and the failure of Cpt. George Birch as CAG during Lee Adama's absence, I appear to be the most likely choice to fill the command vacuum. Im flight leader of the Viper wing that stands off against the Pegasus Vipers. On day 189 of the human exodus, I'm assigned CAP with Starbuck. My maturity and past insensitivity show growth when Starbuck orders me to stop my small talk about Starbuck's off-hours behavior, which I do so without skipping a beat and return to business by requesting permission to do a weapons check. As I test-fire my Viper's guns, an ammo misfire destroys my port gun and sends debris at Starbuck's Viper, cracking her cockpit window. Im more than personally upset with Starbuck's apparent behavior issues--and don't really care. While i do obviously admire Starbuck, I tire quickly of Starbuck's drinking and bragging, which is affecting her work, and in turn affecting the pilots, especially the nuggets. Fed up with Starbuck's lording over the "Top Gun" beer stein as well as the rampaging Raider ace known as "Scar," I make a bet with Starbuck on who will destroy the morale-sucking Raider first. I manage pilot combat reviews, having become a highly skilled tactical pilot myself. I grimace at Starbuck's inefficiencies and chimes in often to correct or chide Starbuck, much to Thrace's chagrin. Things come to a head in their rivalry when I openly criticizes Starbuck for substituting Jo-Jo for patrol rather than flying herself (she awoke that morning hungover and unable to fly). But instead of Starbuck delivering the first punch, it's me that delivers it. Their fight is interrupted by Captain Adama, who orders them on patrol near the Big Spud. Me and Starbuck find Scar, and Starbuck's Viper is damaged in a near-successful ambush. The consummate wingman, I continually speak to Starbuck to get a bearing, she doesn't want to die in order to take Scar with her, she guides me in to her position, where I deliver the killing blow to Scar. I chides Starbuck once more in the pilot's recreation room as she held the Top Gun mug. Starbuck pours champagne in the mug and tells me, "You've earned it." I slight smile in response was not that of smugness, but that of honor--for Starbuck to tell her that she was (at least for the time being) the best--is pleasing as a master would compliment a student.
