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"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."

"Frak Safety, it loses them, doesn't it?"

"Sure, at the cost of your equilibrium and you position of reference. You might be able to do it, but anyone with an ounce of self-preservation shouldn't even try it."

The sounds of Apollo and Starbuck's good-natured arguing float down the stairs before they're seen clattering down to find some dinner. Two muns, two pups, tag one or both.

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Congratulations, Colonel. And no, Captain Adama believes that it's better not to take risks when you're in evasive.

"I believe that evasive's risky enough without pulling crazy stunts while you're being fired on. Flashy flying's fine, but you have to know when."

Sheppard frowns to himself, thinking. "I think it kinda depends on the situation. If things are bad enough, it looks like you can take the risk and have a good chance of not being dead? Might as well try it."

The Double Athena Roll lets you finish your evasive and get another metal motherfrakker in the crosshairs. That's a victory in my book.

"But it leaves you blind and belly up for the five seconds it takes to perform the maneuver, and the whole field of battle has changed in that time."

"Better hope that everybody else has been cleaning it in up in the meantime, then."

And I haven't died yet.

*Which settles the matter in her mind*

"you can hope they have."

He nods at Sheppard and rolls his eyes back at Kara.

"I'd kind of prefer you didn't die at all."

"Not dying is always a plus," he agrees. "So has it been busy in your universe lately, or is this just hypothetical brush-with-death talk?"

This is an old fight. Lee...Captain Adama's been riding my ass... About this since just out of Academy.

"And we're both frakking stubborn enough to never let the other one win"

He grins.

"But that's just us, and probably boring as hell to everyone else. Why did you have to fake nuking Atlantis?"

Sheppard smirks a bit in amusement-he's used to that sort of arguing. And since his team members are currently scattered all over the place...it's refreshing to see that sort of familiar bickering again.

"It was that or actually explode. See, the Wraith-life-sucking aliens, not that friendly to us-decided to keep ramming into the shields until the broke and they could get in. The only way we could get rid of them was to make it look like the city was actually destroyed, so they'd give it up." He pauses. "Worked okay for awhile, but now it's...kinda under threat of being nuked again. For real this time."

Is that your solution to everything? Nuke it?

*It's not an accusation, just curiosity*

"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."

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..."

*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*

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."

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

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*

"Idiot."

He elbows her in the ribs.

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

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.

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

"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.

"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.

Trust me, I've made that point.