Notes: As I mentioned elsewhere with my Battles, Stars, & Knights stories, Revan found someone he was training. Not sure how much was said about how, but it was through a use of the farseeing abilities during his meditations. As for who he's teaching, well, this is primarily his story.
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Lee grinned as the small craft's FTL spun down, and his ships main engines rumbled slightly.
One of his fathers friends had tracked him down in order to essentially blackmail him into attending the ceremony for Galactica's decommissioning.
However, the man hadn't succeeded in convincing him to take a temporary commission, or at least a temporary reinstatement.
He wasn't willing, even for a few days, to return to what he had been all so long ago before his eyes were opened.
The soldiers life had always felt wrong to him in one way or another, Zak's death had been the beginning of that, and someone else was the final thing to convince him to leave.
Nearly two years since leaving the military had changed him and set him on his own path rather than the one that had left him envisioning himself in his fathers uniform.
Lee had chosen the path another had given him along with the memories of his grandfather, however starships were also a part of his blood and prompted him to buy an old ship for himself as a hobby.
An old courier had been resting in the local scrapyard for years, outdated since the Cylon War as the Raptors replaced it in service during the later stages and the final ones being surplussed out following the fleet reduction after that war.
The Chariot had become his pet project, a seeming sign considering his callsign while in the service, and with his new teachers ideas, had been brought up to match the top of the line ships.
While the law was what his profession currently was, he was aiming more for the diplomatic core.
The radio cackled for a moment before a request for clearance codes.
"Galactica," he replied after reaching for the right console, "This is Apollo's Chariot, requesting landing clearance."
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Lee grinned as the small craft's FTL spun down, and his ships main engines rumbled slightly.
One of his fathers friends had tracked him down in order to essentially blackmail him into attending the ceremony for Galactica's decommissioning.
However, the man hadn't succeeded in convincing him to take a temporary commission, or at least a temporary reinstatement.
He wasn't willing, even for a few days, to return to what he had been all so long ago before his eyes were opened.
The soldiers life had always felt wrong to him in one way or another, Zak's death had been the beginning of that, and someone else was the final thing to convince him to leave.
Nearly two years since leaving the military had changed him and set him on his own path rather than the one that had left him envisioning himself in his fathers uniform.
Lee had chosen the path another had given him along with the memories of his grandfather, however starships were also a part of his blood and prompted him to buy an old ship for himself as a hobby.
An old courier had been resting in the local scrapyard for years, outdated since the Cylon War as the Raptors replaced it in service during the later stages and the final ones being surplussed out following the fleet reduction after that war.
The Chariot had become his pet project, a seeming sign considering his callsign while in the service, and with his new teachers ideas, had been brought up to match the top of the line ships.
While the law was what his profession currently was, he was aiming more for the diplomatic core.
The radio cackled for a moment before a request for clearance codes.
"Galactica," he replied after reaching for the right console, "This is Apollo's Chariot, requesting landing clearance."