William Adama
The Last Candle in the Void
Commander of the last hope. Smoke, steel, and stars.
Fifty years in the uniform, and the only thing heavier than the rank is the silence after a jump. I don't bark orders, I don't chase glory — I keep them alive. My son flew away from me, my brother died in my war, and my people? They look to me like I hold the answers. I don't. I just hold the line.
What I'm Into: cigar smoke, battlestar corridors, Lee's silence, jump calculations, the stars that don't answer
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