Once a Viper pilot... [OTA; tag Laura]
Sentient station or not, Bill still liked to organise security patrols, to keep an eye out for any possible wrongdoing before the station's defense mechanisms were activated. Most of the time, though, it wasn't all that necessary. Like K said, security in this place was a cakewalk (and the paperwork as a result was incredibly light).
Occasionally, Bill would roster himself onto one of the routine patrols. Never mind the fact that most of his employees didn't seem to notice him; he thought it would be good to keep his skills up, and foster morale among the staff.
He was doing just that at the moment, and was pleased to note that this particular 'sweep' took him into the docking bay. He'd been meaning to take a look at the flight-ready craft available, ever since he was made aware of their existence. Old Viper pilots die hard, it would seem - and he'd been itching to take one of them out on a spin.
Wandering into the docking bay, Bill was struck by how many different craft there were. Vessels which looked like shuttlecrafts, one sleek and very interesting looking ship, an odd blue box....and there, at the end, as if it had always belonged there, something quite unexpected.
A Colonial Viper Mark II - much like that which he had flown in the First Cylon War. In fact, as he got closer, Bill realised that the similarities to his old Viper didn't end there.
He couldn't help but smile a little, as he traced the familiar letters on the nameplate.
Occasionally, Bill would roster himself onto one of the routine patrols. Never mind the fact that most of his employees didn't seem to notice him; he thought it would be good to keep his skills up, and foster morale among the staff.
He was doing just that at the moment, and was pleased to note that this particular 'sweep' took him into the docking bay. He'd been meaning to take a look at the flight-ready craft available, ever since he was made aware of their existence. Old Viper pilots die hard, it would seem - and he'd been itching to take one of them out on a spin.
Wandering into the docking bay, Bill was struck by how many different craft there were. Vessels which looked like shuttlecrafts, one sleek and very interesting looking ship, an odd blue box....and there, at the end, as if it had always belonged there, something quite unexpected.
A Colonial Viper Mark II - much like that which he had flown in the First Cylon War. In fact, as he got closer, Bill realised that the similarities to his old Viper didn't end there.
He couldn't help but smile a little, as he traced the familiar letters on the nameplate.