This is the product of five days with no obligations. How much I'll be picspamming during winter break... :D
Without further ado, let me give you the next installment in the Pilots Picspam series:
Banter, UST, boob-checking, and their usual adorableness in...

Previously on Galactica: The Cylons are attacking every 33 minutes, everybody is cranky and tired because they have been operating without sleep while facing the strain of nearly constant military action and there is no time for breaks. There is also no time for grooming, so we get
SCRUFFY!LEE :D (for which we are thankful)

Apollo: Hey, you see the note from the X.O.?
Starbuck: Yeah, I saw it. No way.
Apollo: Kara, everyone else-

Starbuck: I don't fly with stims. They blunt your reflexes, your reaction time...
Apollo: Come on, kara, gimme a break. Just-
(DEATH GLARE :P)

Starbuck: Why are we arguing about this?
Apollo: I have no idea.
Starbuck: Neither do I. You're the CAG, act like one.
Apollo: What the hell does that mean?

Starbuck: It means that you're still acting like you're everyone's best friend. We're not friends, you're the CAG. "Be careful out there"? Our job isn't to be careful, it's to shoot Cylons out of the frakkin' sky. "Good hunting" is what you say.

And now one of your idiot pilots is acting like a child and refusing to take her pills. So she either says "Yes, sir" and obeys a direct order, or you smack her in the mouth, and you drag her sorry ass down to sick bay, and you make her take those pills.
(Lee is totally checking Kara's boobs out :D)

Apollo: Well, I'm glad I'm not working for you.
Starbuck: Damn right you're glad.

Apollo: So do I have to smack you in the mouth, lieutenant?

Starbuck: No, sir, I'll take my pills. Oh, perfect.
Apollo: Carry on.
Starbuck: Yes, sir.

Starbuck: What?
Without further ado, let me give you the next installment in the Pilots Picspam series:
SCRUFFY!LEE :D (for which we are thankful)
Apollo: Hey, you see the note from the X.O.?
Starbuck: Yeah, I saw it. No way.
Apollo: Kara, everyone else-
Starbuck: I don't fly with stims. They blunt your reflexes, your reaction time...
Apollo: Come on, kara, gimme a break. Just-
(DEATH GLARE :P)
Starbuck: Why are we arguing about this?
Apollo: I have no idea.
Starbuck: Neither do I. You're the CAG, act like one.
Apollo: What the hell does that mean?
Starbuck: It means that you're still acting like you're everyone's best friend. We're not friends, you're the CAG. "Be careful out there"? Our job isn't to be careful, it's to shoot Cylons out of the frakkin' sky. "Good hunting" is what you say.
And now one of your idiot pilots is acting like a child and refusing to take her pills. So she either says "Yes, sir" and obeys a direct order, or you smack her in the mouth, and you drag her sorry ass down to sick bay, and you make her take those pills.
(Lee is totally checking Kara's boobs out :D)
Apollo: Well, I'm glad I'm not working for you.
Starbuck: Damn right you're glad.
Apollo: So do I have to smack you in the mouth, lieutenant?
Starbuck: No, sir, I'll take my pills. Oh, perfect.
Apollo: Carry on.
Starbuck: Yes, sir.
Starbuck: What?
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