Post by Viktoriya Gilyov on Jul 19, 2013 9:30:13 GMT -5
Viktoriya Gilyov
The Basics
Full Name: Viktoriya Gilyov
Call Sign: Fox
Nickname(s)/Alias(es): Fox, Foxy-Foxy
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Age: 30
Birthday: October 26th, 1973
Birthplace: Picon, minor town known as Scylla
Occupation: Viper Pilot
Rank/Title: Lieutenant
Physical Appearance
Height: 5'7
Weight: 140
Build: Lean
Hair: Blonde, neatly cut in a short style
Eye Color: Icy blue
Distinguishing Marks: She has a tattoo of a fox's face on the upper portion of her right shoulder - where it can be easily concealed by uniform
Possessions, Equipment, Belongings: She has a heart-shaped locket with a picture of her mother on the left side and her grandmother on the right. Beyond that, everything she has is standard issue or personal items not worthy of note.
Other:
Play- By: Natalie Portman
Friends, Family, and Other Relationships
Mother: Alisa Gilyov, deceased
Father: Donald Porter, imprisoned
Siblings: None
Significant Other: Luther Trenton, call sign Atlas, of the Patrolstar Achilles
Children: None
Other Notable Persons: Grandmother, Anna Gilyov
Personality
Likes: Please list at least five (5)
- Successfully completing her missions
- Training others
- Playing cards
- Talking to bar crowds, generally while totally sober, never beyond a light buzz
- Outperforming a self-assigned competitor
Dislikes: Please list at least five (5)
- Abrasive men
- Liars
- Breach of protocol
- Arrogance
- Stereotypically weak, nonsensical women
Fears: Please list at least one (1)
Strengths:
- Credibility from strict adherence to protocol
- Superior piloting skills
- Hand-to-hand combat
Weaknesses:
- An old athletic injury gives her a weak right shoulder. To an opponent knowledgeable of this, it's an easy way to put her on the floor. The hard part is the fact that she's not going to be subserviently still and complacent while one goes for that trick spot.
- Strict adherence to the rules... she will go down with the ship, she will go on the suicide mission, she will do whatever is required of her. The rules are her religion, and she is a pious follower.
- She's plagued by nightmares and getting lost in imaginings of her first mentor's death, a fact she hasn't brought up to anyone for counseling for fear of the repercussions
Aspirations: Climb the ranks
General Personality:
INTERPERSONAL
The general consensus is that Viktoriya Gilyov is a hardass. She has a very frigid, no-nonsense demeanor when she's on the job. She is the definition of a professional. She respects her superiors, no matter how idiotic they might be, and she treats the system as if it is infallible. The abuses aren't her concern, and she certainly is not one who has every benefited from them - wherever they existed. If it meant turning a blind eye to something she didn't believe in to keep her faith in the overall system... it was a price she's paid.
Most would describe Vik is a hard person to know, and the above demeanor is the main reason why. She holds most people at arm's length from her, including her superiors. On paper, she is the perfect officer. And she will not discredit that. She doesn't "loosen up," at least not that anyone has told. They consider her basically a machine, a creature of function... and that's what she wants them to think.
Beneath everything, she has an inferiority complex about a mile wide and ten deep. That makes her a very fierce competitor, a perfectionist, and gives over to OCD tendencies.
ALONE
Alone, Vik is most likely to spend her time training for hand-to-hand or in a flight simulator. Behind closed doors, she has no particular addictions or vices to speak of. There will be no drunken, picture-frame breaking, screaming at the heavens... or no drunkenness in general. She has the comportment of an officer, in every aspect of her life, because that's really all she feels that she has left. The fact that she'd be spending this time trying to improve upon herself is reflective of her vice. She has no down time. None. She uses every moment to try to be something that she'll never achieve, and she'll go to her grave trying for it.
MORALITY
As driven as Viktoriya is, she's also very humble about it. There's nothing flashy or arrogant about her. She is patient with others, and she finds the idea of boasting unnerving. She doesn't care about her individual contributions to anything; only the end result matters to her, if the means to getting there were legal and honest. She has a very commonality-with-mankind mentality, and as such, she would do anything to help most people. She would even assist someone she hated if it was, again, legal, honest, and especially productive. She does have a very do-unto-others attitude, and a very passionate sense of loyalty.
As a general rule, she hasn't really opened herself up to many people, because that tends to involve opening up the past - which she will not do. So rather than having friends as others would know it, she tends to have people whose personalities, demeanors, or actions she is drawn to, and she will aid them as much as she can out of respect. Loyalty, camaraderie, these are things that she values, and e will behave according to her sense of both.
She is all about comportment. She has internalized the rules of her station, and she adheres strictly to them. This is what she has accepted as right, and that is what she will do. She leaves no room for creative thinking in that. She does as she is told, and if she wasn't told, she'll do what seemed to be the most fitting for any given situation.
One might consider Vik to be something of a pacifist. She's slow to anger, and she uses violence only as a last resort. If she has to resort to it, she is adamant about only using the necessary force - no matter how passionately she might feel about the subject or the breach. In short, whatever is done, Vik separates herself from - however difficult it might be - and she will trust the system's justice, not a vigilante decision about what another person is deserving of. The one chink in her armor in terms of obedience and adherence is in the form of reporting others. She won't do it unless it's really and truly serious, and even then, she'd prefer discussion to that. She prefers not to leave room for petty squabbles and grudges, and she considers it something that hinders morale and, in the big picture, is more of a nuisance than an asset. In short, she doesn't hold anyone else to her standard, and she doesn't have pride and arrogance in herself as a "model officer." It is all in her drive to be what she considers a good person.
ABOARD THE HYPERION
In truth, Vik's past and present would have seemed very disconnected. There was a point in times past when she didn't have such a seemingly cold demeanor. She managed to build connections - a deep, strong love for her closest pilots, that was reciprocated. It was something she never thought she'd have, and something she no longer thinks herself capable of. The pilot aboard the Achilles was someone much more human than the version she's given to the Hyperion to date... not really because she's changed, but because she'd stopped trying. Her life aboard the Hyperion has lead her to be very unsatisfied and discontent with the way it has progressed, unhappy and uncertain of what to do to fix it. She hadn't spent her time aboard the Achilles as a shell, but that is very much how she came to live aboard the Hyperion.
The Backstory
History: The truth is, Viktoriya Gilyov was disgraced before she ever really had a shot in this world. Her mother, Alisa Gilyov, had found the love of her life in the form of an immigrant named Donald Porter. At least, that was how it seemed at first. Donald Porter was a mild-mannered man, Alisa's relatives and friends had liked him. He was a little quiet, a little strange, but nothing that was totally off-putting... just, something that made him markedly different, and no one could quite place it at the time. Mr. Porter had no family to introduce Alisa to, no off-world connections, from a tragedy he said that he would never elaborate on. Alisa married him with her family's blessing, and she was impregnated soon afterward.
Shortly before Viktoriya's birth, Donald Porter was arrested and tried. He'd been a pedophile and a child killer on another world, and he was only discovered in Scylla of Picon after having repeated the same offenses - twice. Alisa went through the legal channels to have her marriage annulled, to ensure that Viktoriya's surname was her own. It wouldn't matter, though. Alisa was the subject of ridicule and vandalism until her eventual suicide when Viktoriya was ten.
It would be nice to say that people were forgiving of a young and impoverished child's genealogy, that people could recognize that the sins of a father had no bearing on their children. Perhaps that would be the case in a large and diversified city, which Scylla was not. Without the means to escape this situation, Viktoriya attended school with the friends and relatives of the deceased and violated little girls - all older than her, all very unforgiving. In essence, she was built to feel inferior to mankind. Her one spot of relieve was her grandmother, Anna Gilyov. Her grandfather was deceased and she never knew him, but her grandmother was her world in a friendless and unyielding existence.
Her entire cognitively-aware life, Vik tried to be especially good. She was a focused and attentive student. She was bright early on, and - as most outcasts were - an avid reader, which only assisted her academically. She joined JROTC in high school, and found that camaraderie - at least in a few - that she had been lacking. The military was her next course of action. She found herself interacting with people for the first time, making a few friends. She studied and tested, and qualified to be trained as a pilot - which was her interest. She'd always had a fear of heights, which made it perhaps a strange choice. She'll fly a very powerful testament to human ingenuity and politely avoid the high diving board. It's a quirk she's content to live with.
High School Graduation 1991
Military Academy
Pailyn, Picon
Graduated1995
Military Academy
Pailyn, Picon
Graduated1995
While attending the academy, Vik arranged for her grandmother to be moved to a comfortable home in Pailyn and set her up with a live-in caregiver by the name of Allison Hart. Every moment she had free, she spent making memories, listening to the same old stories she'd heard all of her life, and she relieved Allison as caregiver as often as she could. She cooked, cleaned, did everything for her grandmother, whose memory was beginning to fail. This was her unspoken goodbye. She had no hope that her grandmother would outlive her deployment... so the extra time she had was the only virtue of being from Picon for her.
Flight School
Pailyn, Picon
Graduated 1996
Pailyn, Picon
Graduated 1996
Patrolstar Achilles
Served 1996-1999
Served under Captain Matthew E. Halls, callsign Ironic
Heel Squadron
Battlegroup 32 (Roger, for the love of God, if this is taken, any arbitrary number will do. I do mean any
.)
Served 1996-1999
Served under Captain Matthew E. Halls, callsign Ironic
Heel Squadron
Battlegroup 32 (Roger, for the love of God, if this is taken, any arbitrary number will do. I do mean any
.)Aprilis, 1996
Viktoriya Gilyov initially flew wingman for a young pilot, Greg C. Potter, call sign Ajax. Both were eager young pilots, and both had been on a few patrols together. There were pirates in the black, but the bastards kept bugging out rather than engaging. So, Potter and Gilyov made a deal together. No matter who was flying lead, whichever had the best chance of engaging the enemy would take it, and the other pilot would cover his back. Both were itching to make combat more than theory, to prove themselves... and Gilyov was fully prepared to keep up her end of the bargain. It just so happened, however, that the opportunity came for Gilyov instead, so she punched it after the bogey that didn't disengage.
They were darting among the asteroids, the unmarked vessel rounding on her to open fire. She pitched beneath debris to avoid the hale of fire, and came up from the bottom with everything she had. She splashed the vessel, marking the first kill in their months at this sector. However, her excitement was short-lived when she got back to the Patrolstar Achilles.
Gilyov was reprimanded, for the first infraction of her career... for breaking formation when Potter denied his concurrence. Potter hadn't had her back in space, nor aboard the ship. Potter refused to confirm her kill. Gilyov was humiliated, shocked, betrayed, and every other emotion the young pilot refused to express on or off the record. Fortunately for her, the raptor ECO was able to confirm her first kill because he'd monitored it on the dradis. Captain Halls reprimanded her on-the-record. Off-the-record, in their crew quarters, the Heel squadron shared a bottle of whiskey. The conversation between Gilyov and Potter was non-existant at the celebration, with Vik taking her shot and cutting a blazing blue stare toward her lead from time to time. That tension would never leave their relationship, but Viktoriya never once let it interfere with her job. She was congratulated by all but Potter, who hadn't stayed long for the festivities. It was the first real encounter she'd had with triple ace Jonathan Lee Stokes, call sign Snakebite. He clapped her on the back heartily, and didn't stay long. But, he knew her name. She'd known his for a while. She'd idolized him before they'd even met. His name was a good name to have.
Martius, 1997
The next event of note in her early career took place, again, in the black, with a patrol of two vipers, Ajax leading and Fox flying wingman, and a raptor, as was the standard. They encountered pirates, which was an infrequent occurrence. But these did not disengage. There were 3 ships, and the three each had two missiles stocks, and unloaded their payload on the Colonial ships. The raptor pilot was able to shut down four missiles, and Ajax shot a fifth before it got close to him. Vik tried, but she wasn't able to destroy the missile until she was in close range. The missile was destroyed, but her velocity meant it was exploding as she neared. The shock wave frakked with her systems. Her comm system was shot to hell, but worse than that, her weapons systems were down. She was as defenseless as the rocks they were in.
Two of the pirate vessels engaged the raptor, and Ajax went to defend it. Fox didn't stay close enough, and found the third pilot between her and her patrol. She went into a dive, and he followed. He was unloading on her. Chips of asteroids burst where her ship had been, and the alarms were going crazy inside. She ran, and he was hot on her ass. The bullets ate away at her starboard engine until he had destroyed enough integral components to shut it down. Fox wasn't much for prayer, but she was having an audible conversation that would stay between her and her helmet during the flight.
The entire engagement lasted all of about 8 minutes. The pirate on her ass eventually stopped firing, but he'd made his mark on her keel and taken out her port engine as well. Fox didn't have a prayer anymore.... but the pirate didn't have ammunition. He moved alongside her, and she looked at him. He had seventeen tallies painted under his canopy. He rocked his wings before he punched it and bugged out. That pilot was never identified.
When Fox got back to the hangar, jokes were made about changing her call sign to “Shipwreck.†They counted some 57 bullet holes in her ship, not counting the components that had been shaved off in the hale. For the first time since the deterioration of their relationship, Ajax got out of his ship and hugged her. He never apologized; that should be noted, but in light of her survival, the grudge just dissipated. Ajax wasn't her lead anymore after that day, although Fox wasn't aware of it. The triple ace Snakebite had been en route, and listening to the distressed communications. He was in the hangar when her ship was brought in. The lead mechanic had counted the bullet holes. Snakebite had recounted them, confirmed, and requested his new wingman. Fox, Lt JG shortly after this incident.
When Fox wasn't on patrol with Snakebite, she was one of two places: the flight simulator, or in the crew quarters with a 4-kill pilot, Luther Trenton of Tauron, callsign Atlas. Their conversations had begun with hours of evasive maneuvers. And then things that were off-topic. He learned quickly that her past was a no-fly zone, but she told him her grandmother's stories, about her grandmother on Pailyn. The fact that she would even mention Picon to him without being asked was a testament to how she felt about him.
Early in '98, Fox had fallen for Atlas, fast, but she had cut him off at the first amorous kiss. He'd wanted to get lost in a supply closet, to try each other on, and Fox wanted nothing more than to let go with him. But, protocol dictated that she didn't. Fraternization. She still thinks of Atlas burying his face in his forearm, pulling back enough to let her slip her body from between him and the wall, and his stunningly warm – if disappointed – brown eyes.
That didn't stop their conversations. Nor her expression of her emotions. Fox was a career pilot, as was Atlas. His experience drew her as much as his gentle demeanor. He was her taste of Tauron, a planet to which he invited her – as his wife. One day. A day that they both agreed would come. They didn't want to be engaged. An engagement, fraternizing, meant separation. So, they had a platonic relationship, with a mountain of intention behind it, but beyond Atlas's first and only attempt at an amorous encounter... They were straight as an arrow.
- - -
Captain Hall approached her about it a couple of weeks later.
â€At ease. This conversation is strictly off the record, and I want you to know that. I want to show you a recording, Tori.â€
Captain Hall had a warm, almost paternal approach. At least, with her. She'd gotten to know him outside of decorum, and came to respect him whole-heartedly. He showed her a recording. The recording was of her and Atlas, far closer than two pilots should have been. It was Atlas's invitation to the supply closet that she'd declined.
â€Tori, let me be frank with you. There's no audio, but I know what you did, and I know why you did it. Usually things of this nature don't make it to my desk. I understand that some things get overlooked unless they're forced not to be.â€
â€Captain, Lieutenant Atlas and I have not stepped out of line. That was a – misjudgment, on his part, and one he hasn't repeated.â€
â€Do you love him, Tori?â€
â€Fraternizing with fellow pilots is -â€
†- not the question.â€
â€Yes, Captain. I love Luther. Very much.â€
â€It doesn't show.â€
â€Excuse me?â€
â€You treat Luther Trenton like any other pilot. It doesn't show. That's the only reason this made it to my desk. I asked a few questions in the hangar about Lieutenant Trenton and yourself, separately, as to leave no room for insinuation. No one genuinely had a clue. The two of you barely interact. The mechanics generally know these things, Fox. They thought you were harassed and too uncomfortable to make mention of it, so this ended up on my desk.â€
â€No, Captain, Luther would never do anything like that.â€
â€I know, Tori. That's why I had to ask for myself. Strictly off the record? We know things happen. It's brought to my attention when it becomes a problem, or before if a problem is foreseen. I put a stop to it. You and Lieutenant Trenton would not be the first pilots to escape reprimand, nor the first to be reprimanded.â€
â€Are we to be reprimanded, Captain?â€
â€No, Tori. I know it is as you say it is between yourself and Lieutenant Trenton, I won't say a word to Luther about this. I just ask that you... continue, as you both have. Beyond reproach, Lieutenant.â€
â€That is our aim, Captain.â€
Captain Hall crossed his arms over his chest, regarding Viktoriya for a long moment. â€That's all I wanted to ask, Tori. You're free to return to your quarters.â€
â€Yes, Captain. And thank you.â€
â€No, thank you. It's nice to know that there's nothing going on between you that will affect your jobs and your focus. If the Heel squadron is our weak spot, Lieutenant, then this ship is in pretty damn good shape.â€
- - -
Maius, 1999
Fox had one and only one kill under her belt, the pirate that Ajax hadn't backed her up on. She had a lot of simulation time with Snakebite. Snakebite liked to study pilots from the Cylon wars, and stick her in a simulation with a Mark II Viper and Cylon raiders. It was what he did. Snakebite never showed any overt paranoia, but the fact of the scenarios he dreamed up and the programs he made her run made her believe that, on some level, he expected something. He insisted that it was how he had trained, that it had served him well in combat.
The Patrolstar Achilles was in orbit over Aerilon. As usual, Snakebite was running patrol with Fox as his wingman, and a raptor ship accompanying them. They were engaged in the atmosphere by a convoy of pirates moving contraband from the planet. The encounter was short. Fox achieved her second splash a few minutes in, but they were outnumbered and under heavy fire. Her port engine was shot out of activation despite her best attempts to maneuver. Snakebite flipped end to end in a fraction of a second, rounded on their pursuers. The plan had been to bug out, having notified the Achilles en route, but Fox was falling behind. They'd gotten her engine. And Snakebite wasn't about to leave his wingman.
What followed was several minutes of unholy hell. Fox wouldn't retreat without Snakebite, nor Snakebite without her. The pilots were a hell of a lot more experienced than pilots she'd seen, but Snakebite was a good match. He took out the majority of them, splashing several ships and bending a few more. They decimated his ship, and he pitched downward. He was entering the atmosphere, burning like a meteorite downward. Fox punched it, followed him. Colonial forces were en route, and the bogeys got the hell out.
- - -
â€Snakebite, respond! Snakebite!?â€
â€Foxy, I can't eject. I'm going to shoot out the canopy, but this bird is going down.â€
â€On your wing, Snakebite!â€
â€I can't land, Fox, I'll go up like a flare. We're taking the ol' girl for a swim.â€
The conversation was intermittently interrupted by the Colonial forces' ETA, followed by coordinates from Fox as she followed Snakebite down.
â€Fox, I can't stand that shit. Just talk to me, Tori.â€
â€Jon, we're going to get you out of the water. I'm right beside you. I'm on top of the coordinates.â€
â€Good to know, Foxtrot, good to know. Tori, I've got one shot, and I'm going to blow out the canopy. Here's hoping, Tor.â€
â€You don't have to hope. If anybody can get out of this, it's you, Jon.â€
â€Well, it's damn sure not Ajax, now, is it?†A faint chuckle followed. He knew the damage between those pilots. â€Did I ever tell you I lived in Pailyn when I was younger, Fox? I read your file once. Scylla, right?â€
â€.. Yeah. Scylla.â€
â€Awful town.â€
â€Don't I know it.†Vik broke to relay coordinates to a faint exhalation from Snakebite.
â€They're in atmosphere now, Vik. You see that sunset? Pretty beautiful if I wasn't going down.â€
â€Yeah, well, you should have bugged out.â€
â€Would you have?â€
â€Not on your life, Snakebite.â€
â€Didn't think so, Foxy. Listen, I want you to know that I don't regret going back for you. And that you'd have done the same thing for me. I think that's going to be very important for you to remember, Tori.â€
â€Don't be going into goodbyes, Jon.â€
â€I think this is it, Foxy. Say a few words to Poseidon for me.â€
â€Jon, we'll get you out. Jon? Snakebite!?â€
She heard the gunshot, and the canopy shattering. Shards flew behind the ship. Fox followed him. She skimmed the water with her keel and pitched upward. When she looked again, the Mark 6 was skimming along the ocean. It looked like a skipped stone, all black smoke and wings of water to the side. After a certain distance, the nose buried in the water and she saw Snakebite's Viper go vertical. She held her breath and she circled, relating coordinates while she watched the keel. The cavalry was in-atmosphere, and the ETA was short. It also wasn't short enough. They searched, recovered the Viper, but Snakebite wasn't in it. Snakebite was never recovered.
They'd held a service without his body after a few weeks of searching. Viktoria didn't speak, to Atlas, to Captain Hall, to high and low-level officers alike, without being approached first. They extended their condolences like Snakebite had been her father. And... he had, in a sense. She was his protege. Fox was Snakebite's kid. She felt like she had a lifetime with him as her mentor, her friend. It was all Vipers, but Fox was all Vipers. She owed her life to that man who was unceremoniously lost in some planet's ocean.
- - -
10 Junius 1999
Captain Wilson,
I realize this is an unorthodox request. I realize my pilot only has two confirmed kills. The plain fact of it is this: we are wasting a very promising officer aboard the Patrolstar Achilles. She has some instances of very impressive flying because those were the only opportunities she has had. You know me, Captain. If this was an instance of a problematic pilot, it would be dealt with in-ship. The truth is, in light of Jonathan Stokes's death, his wingman is not fit to serve on this ship. It is my firm belief and hope that transferring Lt JG Gilyov to the new ship will resurrect a pilot I have known from the beginning of her space-faring career to this point in time. Attached are records and transcripts that I believe constitute, at the very least, a fair and sober-minded review. Humor me on this, as an old friend and an established officer. If I say Gilyov would make you a fine pilot, I mean it. I would trust this pilot with my life. Jonathan Stokes trusted her with his.
Thank you for your time, Captain.
Matthew E. Halls
Captain, Patrolstar Achilles
Heel Squadron
- - -
â€Lieutenant Gilyov.â€
â€Captain. You requested to see me?â€
â€Lieutenant Gilyov, I've made the decision to transfer you onto the new Battlestar Hyperion.â€
â€Yes, Captain.â€
â€Lieutenant. This conversation is off the record.â€
â€Yes, Captain.â€
â€What are you thinking, Tori?â€
â€It's a hell of a decision. Captain.â€
â€I have to think of your service as a pilot. I think it will be inhibited by your emotional attachment to this, Tori.â€
â€You didn't ask me. Captain.â€
â€No. No, I didn't. You will be able to have a relationship with Lieutenant Trenton without reprimand aboard another ship. I'd hoped that might lessen the blow for you.â€
â€I won't -see- him. Captain.â€
â€The best thing for you as a pilot is to be off this ship. And the best thing for my other pilots is not to see Fox walking around like a frakking corpse and reminding them of their loss. Lieutenant. You'll forgive me someday. Or you won't. It doesn't really matter, Viktoriya. It has been a pleasure having you in our service. You are an outstanding pilot.â€
â€An outstanding pilot, Captain, that you're kicking off the ship.â€
â€If that's the way you see it, Lieutenant, you're free to your opinion.â€
â€May I be dismissed, Captain?â€
â€You are free to go, Lieutenant.â€
- - -
Battlestar Hyperion 1999 -
Serving under Captain Chris Wilson, callsign Striker
Shadowhawks Squadron
Serving under Captain Chris Wilson, callsign Striker
Shadowhawks Squadron
Fox joined the Battlestar Hyperion crew reluctantly. It was truly a fresh start, on a Battlestar that was newly-launched. Fox had built her relationships by fire aboard the Patrolstar Achilles. She came aboard a stranger, with very little warmth to show, a soldier grieving. She also came aboard betrothed. It wasn't under the circumstances she would have liked, but it was to the man that she loved.
In 2001, Vik was promoted to Lieutenant. Atlas and Fox were able to coordinate leave together. Tauron might have been generalized as a traditional planet, but Lieutenant Trenton had held himself back for some time. The Battlestar Hyperion had given the crew leave while resupplying at the Scorpia Yards. Lieutenant Trenton was on a flight to his fiance, whose virtue definitely was not conserved for a distant wedding date. People from Tauron were generalized as a traditional people, but Lieutenant Trenton was two things: not traditional enough to miss the chance, and able to lift Vik with one arm – two things that were very, very conducive to sex and as much of it as they could squeeze into their time together.
In early 2002, the Hyperion was in orbit of Tauron. They were there as a display of muscle, to quell problems and show their presence without instigating an all-out war. No shots were fired, but the tension was palpable.
Fox was part of a patrol – two vipers and raptor, as was standard. Fox was flying lead. They intercepted a bogey and notified the Hyperion. She was ordered to tail the bogey, to order it to bug out. She did that, and received no response. Again, she transmitted a cease-and-desist request, and again, she received no answer.
Fox switched to missiles and tracked the enemy ship. He tried some evasive maneuvers, but Fox was on his ass. She locked-on with her missiles, and moved into the kill zone. She didn't envy him the alarms that would be going off in that cockpit. At some point, he realized that this pilot was in position to kill him, so he bugged out. She'd locked-on for thirteen seconds before the bogey changed course.
Intercepted unauthorized aircraft. Notified the Battlestar Hyperion, and received the order to tail the bogey. Ordered the craft to change course and bug out, and it did not respond. Repeated the order, no response. Switched to missiles and locked-on for thirteen seconds, bogey bugged out. I was not given clearance to fire, so I did not.
In 2003, the Battlestar Hyperion was charged with eradicating pirates who were preying on mining operations across the Erebes Asteroid Belt in the Helios Alpha system. Martius of this five-month excursion saw Fox flying lead on patrol. The pirates they encountered tried to evade, but Fox and her wingman (affectionately deemed “Hound†in lieu of his actual callsign) were on their asses. Hound bent an enemy vessel, and Fox pressed hard. She and Hound flanked a craft and together, shot it to pieces amongst the asteroids. The explosion that followed was a hands-down shared kill between herself and Hound. This was the third downed bird of Fox's career.
In Aprilis of the same year, Fox was part of a larger sweep of 6 Vipers and 3 Raptors. They encountered a pirate convoy of the same size, and three of those crafts bugged out. The remaining six engaged, unloading a payload of missiles that the Colonial raptors mostly disengaged. The Vipers paired off and pursued, and the pirates who didn't bug out were obliterated. One of those kills just happened to belong to Fox.
Anything Else?: 4 aerial victories to date; 1 more to become an ace pilot
The Player
Name/Alias: Jewels, Jules, Juju, although I love it when you call me "baby" *bats eyes*
Experience: I think I was like 12 when I started, currently 23
How you found Battlestar Hyperion: Damn Onas
Other characters: No
Contact via: Skype, username: stalkinplagued
