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A large Confederation of planets situated in the Outer arm of the Galaxy, a place where technology and commercialism run amok. Currently embroiled in a bloody civil war.
Description

Dossier;
Identity Particulars
Full Name: Kara Thrace
Former Names: None
Aliases: Starbuck
Date of Birth: Rain's Hand, 8th, 9th Age, 80th Yahren
Place of Birth: Delphi, Caprica Prefecture, Langara
Sex: Female
Race: Human, Aschen
Ethnicity: Caprican
Complexion: Fair
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 137lbs
Build: Athletic
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Blonde
Scars, Marks, Piercings, and Tattoos: Tattoos: One, on the back of her neck, is the Taiyou character for choice. On her left shoulder is a ziggurat. The third is on her right forearm and reads bona fiscalia, meaning public property in Anquietas.
Contact Information
Current Permanent Address: 2-11-42 River Court Road, #65, Delphi, Caprica Prefecture
Seasonal or Other Addresses: None
Work Address: None, Stationed aboard Battlestar
Former Permanent Addresses: 39 Outer Square Avenue, Delphi, Caprica Prefecture
Home Phone: None
Mobile Phone: 454-3546-45887-12
Work Phone: None
Email: None
Personal Profile:
Degrees Earned: Pilot Certification
Educational Institutions Attended: Delphi United Children's School, Delphi Union High School, Caprica Fleet Flight Academy
Occupation: Commander of Air Group (CAG), Battlestar Pegasus (BSG-62); Aschen High Space Command
Former Occupations: Pilot Trainee, Battlestar Valkyrie; Pilot (Lieutenant), Battlestar Acropolis; Pilot (Captain), Battlestar Pegasus
Religion: Kobollian (Caprican Traditionalist)
Political affiliation: Anarchist.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Languages spoken: Common, Anquietas
Citizenship: Aschen Confederation
Smoking Habits: Yes
Alcohol Usage: Yes
Illegal Drug Usage: None
History of Significant Health Problems: None
History of Mental Health Problems: None
Criminal History:
Arrests: Two
Criminal Complaints: None
Indictments: None
Detainers: Caprica City Police, Aschen High Space Command
Traffic Offenses: None
Relationships:
Family
Father: Dreilide Thrace
Mother: Socrata Thrace
Siblings: None
Spouse: Samuel Anders
Children: None
Associates:
Helena Cain, Chairman of the AHSC
Admiral Raphael McGregor, Pious Inquisitor
Lee Adama, CAG; Battlestar Galactica
Samuel T. Anders, Team Captain, Caprica Buccaneers
Personality
* Thrace's mother Socrata was a former Confederation Marine Corps sergeant major. She beat her daughter so frequently that Thrace came to accept pain as a way of life.
* Her father Dreilide was a pianist and composer. Kara seems to have been closer to him than with her mother until he left them.
* Thrace left home to join the military. During her training, she was disciplined for insubordinate conduct towards superior officers.
* She was a talented pyramid player, and was up for the pros, but an injured knee took her out of contention. However, she discovered a passion and skill for being a fighter pilot.
* One of her early posts was aboard the Battlestar Triton. While there, she offended Commander Myron Ruth, who initiated court-martial proceedings against her, but the charges were later dropped.
* Thrace eventually returned to flight school as an instructor, where she fell in love with one of her students, Zak Adama. Despite his poor performance, she allowed him to pass his final check flight although he failed three of the required maneuvers.
* Thrace lost Zak Adama when he was killed during a routine mission shortly after graduating. Lee Adama "Apollo", Zak's elder brother, blamed their father for Zak's death, and Thrace, feeling guilty, kept quiet. She met William Adama shortly after the accident, and the two formed a strong rapport and stood together at the funeral.
* Thrace resigned as an instructor and returned to the Fleet as an operational pilot on the Battlestar Galactica under the command of William Adama, where she served for some two years prior to the Ori attack on Langara. Before the Ori attack, she was second-in-command to the CAG, Jackson Spencer.
* She has a rarely-used run-down apartment in Delphi that overlooked a parking lot, and a Humvee which she and Helo use to escape the city and get to the country where she meets her Samuel Anders. She was also an avid painter, and her apartment is cluttered with her paintings and a poem written on a wall. The apartment was neater when Thrace was with Zak Adama, although her mandala wall painting pre-dates that relationship.
* Thrace hides the fact that she is deeply spiritual. She frequently prays to the Lords of Kobol, particularly Aphrodite and Artemis in dire situations.
History
Kara had intended to be a professional Pyramid ball player until her knee gave out. She eventually joined the military, where she found more acceptance than she had felt at home as an abused child. Although Kara's mother, Socrata Thrace, had served as a Marine Sergeant Major in the First Great War of Magellan, Kara was the first person in the family to become a commissioned officer. Socrata was not content with her daughter's military record, however, claiming she was not disciplined enough, and she was wasting her natural talent for flying. Kara's father, Dreilide Thrace, was a piano player. He left the family when she was a child.
As a Flight Instructor at the Confederation Flight School, she met and became romantically involved with one of her students, Zak Adama. Although Zak told her he did not want any special treatment from her, Kara passed him even though he failed Basic Flight, as she could not bring herself to crush his dreams.
Her leniency cost Zak his life when he was killed on his first Viper mission. After his death, Starbuck met his father, William Adama. He realized Starbuck and Zak had been engaged and brought her under his command as a Lieutenant. Zak's death, however, created a wedge between Adama and his other son, Lee "Apollo" Adama, who blamed his father for Zak's death. After the funeral, Lee broke off all contact with his father and Starbuck.
Starbuck has a natural talent for flying and is considered Galactica's best pilot, although she is also known for being an avid card player and drinker. Adama loves Kara despite her flaws and considers her something of a surrogate daughter. However, Starbuck and Colonel Tigh share a mutual sense of loathing, despite their similarities.
While Cally was sitting talking to Oblivion, another woman would be seen stepping into the bar and pushing the doors open. Her attire consisted of a dark olive tank top and a gray sleeveless shirt, her pants were a pushed down flight suit. Looking to Cally she would speak up. "Well there's one of you, Specialist Cally.." She said
While Cally would be startled for a moment then turn to the woman. "Captain Thrace?" She asked in surprise.
The doors to the bar would slowly be pushed open as a woman would be seen standing in the doorway. She had a pushed down flight suit which served as pants. Her undershirt would be seen as the flight suit had been pushed down. She had blond hair and hazel eyes and a relatively muscular tone about her. Looking around she set foot into the bar letting her hand rest on her Phaser. She was one of many Aschen pilots marooned on Terra from the engagement with Coalition forces in orbit. Putting on a pair of dark sunglasses she would walk through the bar. She seemed to look at her whole surroundings. Knowing she and many others were on the run. "Gemenon Strong please, triple shot." She said looking to the bar tender as the drink was placed before her, she would down the drink in a single gulp before looking around.
Kara would slowly lean back in her chair as she surveyed her surroundings. Her hand still on her weapon as she looked to the bartender. "Get me another frakking drink." She said as she would gulp down her second drink. "No one on this pathetic world knows what it's like to see one of our iconic Battlestars go up in flames." She muttered before sliding off her stool. Standing up. "Artemis help me..."
Kara would look up at the ceiling of the bar as she requested yet another drink. Downing it in little more then a gulp she would sigh some. "Alright time to move on before Coalition soldiers show up.. back to the camp." She said as she let her boots hit the wooden floor. "For all I know where all that's left gods help us." She said as she started to walk towards the exit of the bar.
Kara would still be walking through the bar as she looked to the door. It was clear, so far they had not patrolled this area. "Glad I got out of here last night." She said as she turned and would find someone she could recruit for help. She only had a few dozen pilots she couldn't lead an effective rebellion against several million heavily armed soldiers. "I need some weapons... maybe an Astria Porta.." She said as she peered out the door.
"What am I thinking, I'm the frakking best, in and out of the cockpit." She said as she continued to peer out the door. Grasping her sidearm before she would look back to the patrons in the bar. Hand still on her sidearm before shouting. "Anyone want to help a stranded pilot!?" She shouted.
Kara Thrace "Gods damnit, likewise no one gives a flying frak about this situation." She said as she watched her surroundings. "Hey you frakkers I said who wants to help a frakking stranded pilot!" She barked before she leaned against the wall. "Whatever.. I guess we'll get slaughtered."
"Latest friend?" She asked as she pushed herself away from the wall and would move to approach Hope. "What do you think you could do for me?" She asked as she pulled out a chair and would sit on the chair backwards. Staring blankly at Hope before she withdrew a rather fat fumerello and would put it in her mouth, lighting it and puffing on it. "Cause I'd definitely like to know how you could help."
"Really now? So you got a ship?" She asked as she looked to the boy and then she looked back to Hope. "Kara Thrace, Captain Kara Thrace." She said as she extended her hand, not before blowing smoke which wafted about the area. "If you have a ship to take me where I'm going then excellent.. I got about a dozen other people to take with me. With the blockade in orbit rescue efforts aren't exactly possible unless we get Raptors to jump past the blockade."
"It's probably best to ping the people back on Langara to send some SAR Raptors our way, they are small and can probably move clandestinely through the atmosphere. Coalition will check the ship for Aschen to take as prisoners for execution. I wouldn't be suprised if there's a Coalition Spearhead gunning it out with the forces of Tal'Dor, a weapon of that magnetude is surely capable of planetary destruction.. they will probably sit beyond Tal'Dor's weapon range and destroy the planet." Thrace added to Hope. "If you see any Coalition marines.. you either kill them or you run.. because they will kill you if you don't kill them." Thrace explained. "They won't stop until the Galaxy is under their control." She then would blow another bout of smoke into the air. "It's like they are frakking invincible, you know it takes entire salvos of our weapons to kill them.. yet their weapons destroy even our most heavily armored soldiers."
Looking over to Hope she would shake her head. "We've studied magic to an extent but we have yet to combine Magic and Technology." She said as she looked to the door. "But it's probably best that Aschen personnel pick us up, the Coalition will kill you and your family if they catch you helping me." She said as she grasped her weapon. "I wouldn't want you to sacrifice yourself for someone like me.. We're holed up in a cave outside the city in the mountains.. don't call us we'll call you." She said as she turned to the door. "We got some plasma cannons, G-4 and a couple beam rifles.. we'll make our last stand there I guess."
The doors to the bar would be slowly pushed open as a woman was seen in a pair of jeans and a white tank top. She had short hair and had managed to clean herself up. Switching clothing was also a wise idea. Once she was inside the bar her eyes would almost instantly fall upon the Johnathan Khross She would keep a low profile as she quickly looked away from him before making her way to the bar. "I need a beer please." She said as she withdrew a bluish colored bill. 100 Aschen cubits. Once the drink was handed to her she would sigh, sipping it. "Ahh hits the spot."
The doors to the bar would be slowly pushed open as a woman would be seen standing in the doorway. She had on a pair of jeans, a belt and a dark olive tank top. Her hair was short and blond and dark sunglasses would hide hazel eyes. A Fumarello would be seen in her mouth and if anyone paid attention to the logo it would say 'Caprican Imperial' On the label, a distinct Aschen brand. Stepping through the bar she looked around. Eying Robert Archer through her sunglasses. Kara Thrace always took risks, but it was her night to bring food back to the camp. But first she was going to have a few drinks.
Thrace would slowly make her way to the bar, her boots thunking against the wood of the floor. She would sit on the stool that would happen to be directly next to Archer. The Fumerello still in her mouth as she idly puffed on it, the pungeant smell of the fumerello leaf, which was Langara's equivalent to tobacco, the fat, brown Fumerello smoking idly as she puffed on it. Taking her glasses off to reveal hazel orbs she looked to the man for a moment, examining him for a moment before holding her hand up. "I'll take some.. whiskey.. please." She said careful not to name an Aschen brew, though the half full bottle of Ambrosia seemed to stare at her. There was another bottle of Gemenon brew, her favorite liquor. Yawning some she would stare at the wood. "God those things are loud." She said mentioning the Aircutter, careful not to pluralize 'God'
Kara would lean back to see Sophia, though she said nothing about the cyberized limbs and such as she looked back to Archer. "Actually I'm used to harder drinks then this." She then would take a risk. "Hey Bartender.. I want the drink up there with that symbol on it." She said as the Bartender would speak up. "Ma'am.. that's an Aschen drink, you don't want that, it's too strong, should I--" She then spoke. "No I want that drink I want to try it." She said as the drink was poured, slightly lighter then Whiskey, but it smelled far more potent, she downed it quickly and sighed. "Ahh hits the spot." She said as she paid the bartender in gold. "You're a manly man, drink some real drinks." She said as she puffed her fumerello in his face.
The Bartender would turn to Archer as he inclined his head. "Appearantly the Aschen make this, and several others, since the Coalition blockade though, and lack of Aschen business we haven't sold much." He said as he reached up to the rack, a bottle with an emerald green liquid that smelled of licoriche, the bottle the woman drank from, and a third that read 'Leonis Valley Vinyards' The Green bottle reading 'Aerilon Imperial Ambrosia' and the third clear bottle read 'Gemenon Brew' "I can pour you these and let you try them, Can't say you'll like them." He said, the Ambrosia poured, followed by the Wine, followed by the Brew. The Woman puffing her cigar. "It goes down smooth, you could fuel your car with that shit." She said.
"The new channels are telling us you people are supposed to be leaving, not bringing more soldiers in. You know those armored vehicles and such are hell for traffic, and the checks and everything." She complained as she puffed her cigar once more, tapping the ash off the end before sipping her whiskey. "Perimeter outposts? Huh." She said as she shrugged and puffed her cigar again. "I don't get out much.. but what kind of regs you guys imposing on us civs?" She asked, trying to get a bigger picture. Trying to figure out when to send people out for food and supplies. "So when do you think the traffic jams are gonna end? Oh and the constant flying over... that shit rattles my windows to hell and back."
"No shit." She said shrugging. "Outposts are what for keeping unwanted guests away from the planet? We've had problems with people fighting over the planet." She said as she too plucked some peanuts from the bowl. Throwing one into her mouth before downing her drink. "Kinda pointless if you ask me.. fighting over simple folk like us." She said as she looked to the sky. "So with these posts what you all gonna be a police force here or you all packing your stuff and leaving?" She asked, puffing on her Cigar once more.
"I see..." She said with a soft smile. Puffing on her cigar still. "Well good luck with that." She said offering a smile still before she pushed the cigar into an ash tray as it was put out, reaching into her pocket, she withdrew a metal case, a logo emblazoned on the front, partially obscured by her thumb. 'rican Imperial Fumerello' the 'Cap' obscured by her thumb as she flipped it open and stuck another cigar into her mouth. "You got a light?" She asked as she flipped the case closed and pocketed it. "Lighter ran out of juice." She added.
She paused a moment and tilted her head when he mentioned Fumerello. Fumerello was a distinctly Aschen term, looking to the Fumerello and then back to Archer she would shrug. "I bought them, dunno where the shopkeep got them but they looked cool." She said taking it out of her mouth. "They taste smooth, and foxtrot? Never heard of it, I bought them from a shop here. I don't ask questions." She said puffing on it. "Shopkeep said he paid a pretty penny though, want one?" She asked smiling. Her cover wasn't blown, though it came close. "There's another brand out there, Foliole, a little more spicy though."