"Tell me, are you going to stare unblinkingly at the com screen for the next 23 hours?" Yasan shrugged, "They're stalling for time to tie us down and let their allies regroup. Worrying about it is a waste of time and effort. Sooner or later you'll get tired and let down your guard anyway. Might as well be with us."
"But, si-" Kara stopped the protest before it left her mouth. The Captain had a valid point. It was going to be a long while before anything happened. Might as well get to know her squadron mates before the upcoming battle.
"Understood, sir," Kara answered. "If it is alright to ask, what did you do before you became a pilot?"
"Umm, well..." Kara gulped. She had been hoping for a little longer answer from the Captain to give her time to prepare. "Well, my father was in the military. Air force on Earth. Said he never wanted to go into space, scared him alot. Oh, uh, his name was Barret Cheslock. Not that it matters but-" She gasped when she realized what she said. "N-Not that I don't love my dad, of course, but, umm... Anyway." She stopped to take a breath. "Umm sorry. So anyway, after ten years or so, he left the force and met my mom, and had me. Um, I was an only child by the way, just so you know.
"So anyway, my dad comes from a military family; just about everyone went ten years or more, and he expected the same from me. So, he started tutoring me and giving me advice as often possible. I had to workout and train every day to keep fit. He constantly quizzed me about the tactics and strategy from old army battles. He even enrolled me in speech making classes." She blushed, "They didn't stick though. But I still worked hard though!" She racked her brain for a moment, "And that's about it really. Once I joined the military, I worked as hard as possible to get here."
She paused for a moment, to think if she for got anything. "Oh yeah! When I became an Ace, my dad sent me a book of his advice! It's in my bags; I could show you if you want see when we get done here!" Flinching, she caught herself, "That is, if it's alright with you, sir. Sorry if I talked too much sir."
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"Oh, come on. It was written a long time ago... although, I do have to admit, I do prefer the translated version my friends and I made. An if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him became Stop making remarks about his girlfriend, or you'll piss him off. My english class loved that part."
It's kind of funny. Sufficiently advanced stupidity is like sufficiently advanced science; eventually, you find something you can't solve."You miss so much of it then!" A protest came over the comm system, "Er... I mean, you would be amazed at the kind of jokes they got away with back then. The subtleties and subtext are all... sort of... lost in translation. ...Um, what I mean to say, is that I would really recommend the original rather than updated ones."
edited 2nd May '11 4:40:31 PM by Fauxlosophe
"Ahd who the hell're you smart ass?" Yasan asked.
"Erm, Hermann. ...Hermann Starbuck. From Third Flight. "Narrator". I was kind of bored so I started scanning channels and I came on your flights. ...I don't like to eavesdrop but I heard Shakespeare and I leapt in without introducing myself..."
edited 2nd May '11 4:52:18 PM by Fauxlosophe
"Oh, we kept those parts. Just so we wouldn't get called out for making lewd jokes in front of the class... Get thee to a nunnery! cracks me up every time. He's calling her a slut and telling her to work in a brothel."
edited 2nd May '11 4:53:11 PM by Dragon573
It's kind of funny. Sufficiently advanced stupidity is like sufficiently advanced science; eventually, you find something you can't solve."Nunnery was used as a euphimism for brothel in those days. Hamlet was obsessed with finding out who killed his father, didn't have time for Ophelia and her advances. It makes sense either way, but considering what Shakespeare usually wrote, calling her a prostitute seems most likely." Inside her frame, Kiera shook her head. "Crap... we were so caught up in the conversation, these guys could have struck at any moment... can't let them catch us not paying attention... this is war... they may not be able to help themselves..."
It's kind of funny. Sufficiently advanced stupidity is like sufficiently advanced science; eventually, you find something you can't solve."I was... kinda trying to fit in a reference... You see in the second scene they have a long exchange like that... Hamlet asked her if she thought of country matters and Ophelia said back that she thought of... ahem, nothing."
"Hey, Kara, know any comm channels that aren't fifteen century old wank?"
"If you two channels down," Hermann spoke up, "They're talking about Fire Emblem...?"
"Not what I meant."
edited 2nd May '11 5:15:51 PM by Fauxlosophe
Kara couldn't believe this. We are in the military! I can understand using this time to get to know one another, but idle chatter like this? Aren't there supposed to be rules against this sort of thing?
"This is Echo. Umm... we could talk about our favorite drinks." Favorite drinks? Kara lamented, Way to make yourself look stupid, Kara.

"I know, weird complement. It's my way of saying 'I trust you and I know that you'll do wonderfully and everything will be alright' without sounding like an optimist or tempting fate."
It's kind of funny. Sufficiently advanced stupidity is like sufficiently advanced science; eventually, you find something you can't solve.