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[notagod_apollo]

"Except I can do it."

"I don't care. Maybe that's the way things work on planet Starbuck, but the rest of the universe doesn't see it that way. It's too risky."

"For a lousy pilot."

"For any pilot that values his safety and his ass

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[no_comb_shep]

Sheppard recognizes one of the voices in the argument, and glances up from his mostly blank notepad. He looks back down at it briefly, decides that his brainstorming session can wait, and starts heading over. He might as well try to do some catching up-and see if Starbuck has any ideas on how to force the door to show up.

He nods a greeting to Starbuck. "Starbuck. Haven't seen you in awhile," he says amicably as he raises an eyebrow. "I hear something about piloting?" Mentions of pilots doing near-suicidal things get his attention. After all, that's practically one of his hobbies.

[oh_frak_me]

Is that your solution to everything? Nuke it?

*It's not an accusation, just curiosity*

[notagod_apollo]

"If you don't want the enemy to get their hands on it enough. Better to destroy it all."

Sad but true.

"We had to do that once, used the electromagnetic pulse generators to simulate an atomic blast. Knocked out the missiles they were sending at us, and got the Raiders to bug out at the same time."

[no_comb_shep]

Sheppard shakes his head at Starbuck. "Nah. I also believe in using plenty of C-4 and in strategic fleeing in terror sometimes."

His attention goes back to Lee as he nods. "That was the plan if Atlantis' shields didn't go up fast enough after the blast. The only gate that connected Earth and Pegasus is there, and if the Wraith got at it...well, things wouldn't really go well." He frowns thoughtfully. "So how familiar are you with the whole EMP thing? We've got this problem with Replicators-nanites-back in Pegasus..."

[oh_frak_me]

*She remembers being told that Lee was dead after the trick with the EMP generators and her knuckles clench briefly on the bar's surface*

[notagod_apollo]

They'd been as good as dead if that last-ditch effort hadn't worked. He hadn't even been sure it would.

"I know how to fire them up, I know it knocks out some circuitry for good, some not so much. Other than that, I'm just a dumb pilot."

[no_comb_shep]

"Join the club." He pauses, glancing back to Starbuck. "Speaking of that-you tell him about the squadron here yet?"

[oh_frak_me]

Just in passing. He didn't seem that interested. But then again, he's a CAG back home, maybe he doesn't want to be a lowly pilot again.

*She smirks at Lee*

[notagod_apollo]

"Idiot."

He elbows her in the ribs.

"Handing reckless pilots' asses to them gets old after a while."

[no_comb_shep]

He raises an eyebrow at Lee. "I'm guessing you're not a fan of doing any reckless flying?" It sounded like in that area, his own opinion was closer to Starbuck's-that if it was possible, reckless flying could be a damn good idea.

[oh_frak_me]

Used to be. Then he got old and responsible and became a dipstick.

[notagod_apollo]

"Reckless has it's place. I'm more a fan of getting all my pilots and their ships back in one piece."

He glares, beware the Adama glare of DOOM. Okay, Lee's needs practice, but it's getting there.

[no_comb_shep]

"I figure it's okay if the ship's banged up or missing some parts-or downed completely-if we get everybody back. It's a hell of a lot easier to replace a broken jumper than a pilot." Particularly when the said puddlejumpers require the ATA gene to pilot them.

[oh_frak_me]

Trust me, I've made that point.

[notagod_apollo]

"And I've conceded that one. I need all the pilots I can get, remember?"

He smiles wryly.

"Even harder to replace pilots when all that's left of humanity's fifty thousand people on less than a hundred ships, and this one's in charge of training the new recruits... without simulators."

[no_comb_shep]

"...I think you guys win the 'hardest time getting pilots' contest. How's the training going?"