I wanted to fly a star fighter I wanted Starbuck’s uniform. I wanted to fight the Cylons watch their ships in flames over Orion at dawn.
I wanted to fly beyond the speed of light to curse swear and fight. I wanted to play with hexagonal cards and drink liqueur. I wanted to straith the Cylon’s rebirthing ship with diagonal fire.
I wanted to argue with my superiors and blow smoke in their faces. I wanted to disarm Caprica six she was the sexiest of skin jobs, boy did she get on my wick!
I need to lead a fleet of earnest pilots who would follow me to their death. They would be my responsibility and I would protect them with my final breath. I would never let them know that, though, I’d need to be aloof and mean, yes even if I loved them so, I’d not let that be seen.
I would love to look sexy in my vest and flight suit minus my top I would love to excited the lads and bop bop bop! I’d be happy teaching flight techniques and how fire missiles and cannon and just how to stop a Centurion with a strategic oil leak!
I would make your hair stand on end and your face truly blush with the expletives I could throw at you if you annoy me out of my mouth they’d rush
I would love to be the one who held the whole planet’s lives with in my hands, even if at first I had no idea that I was part of the gods secret plans.
I would take it on the chin to come back from the dead to everyone’s delight. To be told I was the angel of death by a mouthy skin!and after such a long flight.
I Would be so happy to be the heroine who leads her people to a new life. Just to disappear and leave them on a green new planet to start a new life. For them to discover that to be their guardian angel was the point of my life.