Apollo sat in stunned silence.

Boxey had just beaten him in a dogfight.

Sure, it was just a video game, played on their game units, and despite all its efforts at realism, it wasn't prefect, but still...

It was embarrassing, even if it was just a one-time fluke.

Boxey was still just a little kid.

He'd occasionally been beating his mother Serena, especially since she got pregnant, stopped flying, and had gone back to the profession she loved - newscasting and making documentaries. But she was not very experienced as a pilot, while Apollo was, if not the best fighter pilot there was, at least in contention for that title.

It made Apollo feel, at once, both very proud, and like he was getting old.

Maybe it was time to think about settling down on a nice planet. He and Serena had both come close to dying a number of times during the Cylon War.

With that war over, their survival chances had skyrocketed, but flying missions was also a lot more boring.

Maybe he'd look into a nice instructor slot at the new Academy. He figured he could get Starbuck to join him there just by sugesting it. The Academy had an "opposing force" team that flew mock dogfights against trainees which should be a lot more fun than flying one uneventful mission after another...