C/Cpt. Antonia (Anne) Adama

I honestly didn't think that Raptors sat at that angle. Um, ever.

No, really. I heard, and felt, the crack as I hit the landing deck at a funny angle. And I admit I was going a bit faster than I think I should have been, but we were practicing combat landings and I SHOULD have been okay.

I don't know what happened. In fact, I'm really close to panicking. My dad is going to be SO angry and Chiang is NEVER going to let me fly again. Not to mention who has to FIX the busted landing skid...

Add to that the sheer TERROR I felt after realizing I was fine? I thought I might have killed my best friend. If I were Hera, I'd never trust ME to fly again, ever. I mean it. I'd never get into a Raptor with me ever again.

What was I THINKING?

I was watching the instruments and the flight deck and it all just looked closer than it was. I know my vision is fine, I just don't know what happened THIS time. It's bothering me. A lot.

Grandpa says I just need to learn from my mistakes and move past it...

[Locked from oh, everyone she ever knew ever]

But it scared the frak outta me. It seems silly looking back on it, but that noise and Hera- It just scared me.

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... and I really hope I can.

I mean, I'm SURE I can. I just need to not think about it. Mistakes can happen to anyone, right? Right.

I can do this. I'm an Adama.



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C/Cpt. Anne Adama
Battlestar Galactica
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elegant_legacy: *does a little dance* I'ma be a PILOT.
admiral_adama: *indulgent smile* Dignified, huh?
elegant_legacy: *stops* Extremely, sir.
admiral_adama: *chuckles* Don't stop on my account.
elegant_legacy: *beams* A PILOT!
admiral_adama: ((As usual, Bill's eyes are saying more than the rest of him. He's happy, proud and worried all at the same time.))
elegant_legacy: Sir? ... *pause* Grandpa?
admiral_adama: Yes, Anne?
elegant_legacy: ... It'll be okay.
admiral_adama: *gruffly* It had better be. Or Chiang gets first shot at kicking your butt, CAG gets second and I get third. *not-too-serious scowl*
elegant_legacy: *EEP!* Yes, sir? *blinks and doesn't!smile*
admiral_adama: *half-smile* Am I still the Admiral right now, or does your Grandpa get to give you a hug?
elegant_legacy: *beams again* PILOT! *practically throws self at him*
admiral_adama: *hugs* I'm proud of you, sweetheart.
elegant_legacy: *squeezes tight* Thank you. It's the gene pool.
admiral_adama: *chuckles* Gene pool? Gods help us all then.

Jo: *laughs* ah, man, Nicky is gonna score first, i'm telling you
Mo: I double dare you to go tell LEE that Nicky's gonna 'score' first.

halftoastergirl: Commander Adama, sir? Scuttlebutt has it that your daughter and Nicky are rather close and about to get closer. And when I say "closer", I mean "frak."
arrow_of_apollo: XO Gaeta? Bring me a Tyrol. I don't care which one.
halftoastergirl*looks innocent*
elegant_legacy: *glares* You know that 'best friend' thing? Yeah....
arrow_of_apollo: (to Nicky) Step carefully, because I have a sidearm and an airlock and no one is going to miss you.
elegant_legacy: DAD. *clears throat* Commander Adama, sir. I'm telling grandpa. *stomps off* Grandpa? Dad's threatening to kill Nick Tyrol.
admiral_adama: *looks up from desk* Did he mention why?
elegant_legacy: *folds arms across chest in a huff* Because Hera told him that Nick was going to SCORE first. *glares* Can you believe it? He's totally overreacting.
admiral_adama: *narrows eyes slightly* Really.
elegant_legacy: Really!
admiral_adama: *reluctant grumble* Well, I guess it's not mutiny, but ...
elegant_legacy: It's NOT mutiny. It's just... *starts to stammer, toe the ground and not QUITE meet his eyes* You know.


( Hera bursts in. )

karihan: One wonders if Nicholas flexes in the mirror. ;-)
ramdonomo: *DIES*

elegant_legacy: Anne: *blinks as her heart starts fluttering* Do you think?
admiral_adama: Bill: At his age? It wouldn't surprise me.
elegant_legacy: Anne: *starts to daydream...*
admiral_adama: Bill: *sternly reminds himself to drop a word or two in Lee's ear ASAP*
elegant_legacy: Anne: *still standing there next to couch in his office, just daydreamin' away* He's perfect.
admiral_adama: Bill: *changes the impending word or two in Lee's ear to a full-blown discussion*
elegant_legacy: Anne: *sees the look on his face* Something wrong, Grandpa? Sir?
admiral_adama: Bill: *gentle smile* Not a thing, sweetheart. Just a few things I need to go over with your father.
elegant_legacy: Anne: I'll tell him. *smiles as well before saluting sharply*
admiral_adama: Bill: *returns salute, still smiling*
elegant_legacy: Anne: *winks and gets the heck-outta Dodge*

Name: Antonia Dion Adama (Anne) [name means 'flower descended from Zeus']
Age: 18
Family: Only daughter and second child of Lee Adama and Anastasia Dualla.

Granddaughter of Admiral William Adama.

Younger sister of Joseph Adama.

Other Relationships of Note: Best Friend: Hera Agathon. She also has a massive crush on Nick Tyrol, but she'd like to keep that to herself for now.

Resides: On Galactica with, oh, the rest of her friends, family and a number of other people as the rest of humanity (numbering in the 40k range) floats nearby in their own ships.



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