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arrow_of_apollo159 - Talk about one thing you hope to do in the upcoming year that you have never done before. It could be something significant or something trivial.
((OOC Note: Contains spoilers through episode 3x11.))
This might sound kind of strange coming from a person whose life now more or less consists of being permanently lost, but this year, I'm hoping I can figure out where I am and where I'm going.
Is it just me, or in the last few months has the senior staff of the Galactica gotten shuffled around more than a deck of Triad cards?
As it stands now, the Admiral is at the top of the chain, and that's right where he ought to be. Even if there's only one capital ship left to defend the fleet, I guess you don't just demote somebody from Admiral. Under Dad is the ship's Executive Officer, a post currently filled by Colonel Tigh. Now I've got my reservations about Tigh, but to be perfectly honest about things, I'd rather have him serving as XO right beside my Dad where he's always been instead of sitting in his quarters "sowing bitterness".
Not long ago, Captain "Helo" Agathon was XO, the post he'd held after most of the Colonial Fleet personnel had mustered out to New Caprica. Helo's still a Captain, but now he's just another Senior Flight Officer.
Me, I'm the one nobody seems to quite know where to place. A year and a half ago (give or take), I was promoted to command of my own capital ship, the battlestar Pegasus. After she was destroyed rescuing our people from New Caprica, I was left without a ship, so out of everyone, I drew the demotion, apparently. Now it's Major Adama, and while I suppose that would technically make me third in command, that's not how things usually work out. What I do know that I am, though, is CAG (for the record, I think that's officially four times that I've been assigned and reinstated as CAG).
Somehow, I've got to get this stuff ironed out, if only to get our organization charts straight. There's a place for me in the fleet, and in the grand scheme of things, I know there is. The tough part is finding that place.
Frankly, I liked being Commander. It wasn't the authority or the power, it was the fact that when you're in command, you don't have to worry about your relationships with other people. It simplifies them. Streamlines them. It was so much easier to be me that way.
Where I'm going, of course, is an even trickier question. Unless another living legend decides to appear out of nowhere with one more extra battlestar, or someoneKara, if history is any teacher comes up with an idea to commandeer a Cylon baseship, there's not a whole lot more chain of command to climb.
Well, there are reasons that spaces may open in the ranks above mine. But no one wants to be promoted for that.
I will not discuss Dee and my marriage and whether or not I'll still have either of those things if and when we get off of this frakking rock with our hides intact, Eye of Jupiter or no Eye of Jupiter. I will not discuss Anders and what he said to me about Kara and other men. I will not discuss Kara at all, for that matter. I don't know where the frak I'm going with any of that, but I will not discuss it.
There's lots and lots of space between here and Earth, though.Providing it even exists, of course. I'm sure I've got lots of time to figure it out.
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((OOC Note: Contains spoilers through episode 3x11.))
This might sound kind of strange coming from a person whose life now more or less consists of being permanently lost, but this year, I'm hoping I can figure out where I am and where I'm going.
Is it just me, or in the last few months has the senior staff of the Galactica gotten shuffled around more than a deck of Triad cards?
As it stands now, the Admiral is at the top of the chain, and that's right where he ought to be. Even if there's only one capital ship left to defend the fleet, I guess you don't just demote somebody from Admiral. Under Dad is the ship's Executive Officer, a post currently filled by Colonel Tigh. Now I've got my reservations about Tigh, but to be perfectly honest about things, I'd rather have him serving as XO right beside my Dad where he's always been instead of sitting in his quarters "sowing bitterness".
Not long ago, Captain "Helo" Agathon was XO, the post he'd held after most of the Colonial Fleet personnel had mustered out to New Caprica. Helo's still a Captain, but now he's just another Senior Flight Officer.
Me, I'm the one nobody seems to quite know where to place. A year and a half ago (give or take), I was promoted to command of my own capital ship, the battlestar Pegasus. After she was destroyed rescuing our people from New Caprica, I was left without a ship, so out of everyone, I drew the demotion, apparently. Now it's Major Adama, and while I suppose that would technically make me third in command, that's not how things usually work out. What I do know that I am, though, is CAG (for the record, I think that's officially four times that I've been assigned and reinstated as CAG).
Somehow, I've got to get this stuff ironed out, if only to get our organization charts straight. There's a place for me in the fleet, and in the grand scheme of things, I know there is. The tough part is finding that place.
Where I'm going, of course, is an even trickier question. Unless another living legend decides to appear out of nowhere with one more extra battlestar, or someone
Well, there are reasons that spaces may open in the ranks above mine. But no one wants to be promoted for that.
There's lots and lots of space between here and Earth, though.
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