It was only a matter of when, not if, Elizabeth was going to put a military detail on him, and if she didn't do it soon, John was going to order one himself ( Read more... )

John jumped out of the viper's cockpit with a whoop, arms stretched out and a grin on his face to greet the cheers that filled the hangar bay. 1000 landings, two-thirds of those while being chased by the Cylons, and he was going to frakking celebrate tonight. He knew Thrace had a few bottles of alcohol stashed away somewhere, and knew exactly how ( Read more... )