Mar 24, 2005 00:02
Frak this! I'm not going. I should be surprised, I knew my knee wasn't up to it. I just didn't want to know.
I sure got a lot of looks from the other pilots when I pumelled that punching ball in the gym after Adama told me about my staying here.
They need me, I'm the best shot and... I know, Apollo will do fine. He better, we can't afford to lose this time. It's just not fair. I have trained and worked with these pilots for two years now. I know them, I know how they fly and they know me. More so than Lee does. I know he's a decent pilot but... I need to be out there. I can't stand the thought of remaining on the Galactica and watching them do this without me. It's my plan to begin with. How can I stay here while I know that half of them might not make it back? My nuggest and Sam, they'll be the decoy and they'll die for nothing if Lee doesn't pull it off.