Major Marcus (Marc) Callium
Call Sign: Pappy
Current Assignment: Viper Pilot
Major Marcus Calluim, handsome, dashing marine officer. Height 5’11”, Weight 175 lbs., Sea Blue Eyes and Brown Hair His is 35 years old.
I had a promising career in the colonial Marines up until 6 months ago. Now I am rookie Viper pilot with a history of drug addiction. Quite the change from the guy destined to have Stars on his shoulders to begging the ships commander to allow him to be useful.
It all began about 18 months ago when during my tenure as The Company Commander of the Colonial Marine contingent aboard the Battle Star Ares. I did something stupid and hurt my back. Me being the tough guy I decided to tough it out until I go back to the colonies. I personal pride said that it would look bad if I had to give up my command for 45 days to get the back injury corrected. So, I started taking a few meds here and there. Meds are an insidious thing, you take them for a while and they work great and then they slowly stop working so well until they aren’t doing anything for you and you need something stronger. That is how I slowly got hooked on them, until I was taking the hard meds from less than honest sources. That was when I got caught in a colonial security sting.
I guess I was fortunate that the Commander of the ship was will to cut a deal with me over the charges. No Brig time, I would have to resign my command, get the back surgery and do the whole drug rehab thing. If I did this I would get to honorable resign my commission when we got home. Keep my rank and privileges and medical benefits and stuff. It took me almost 2 months to complete what the commander asked. I must say the hardest part was resigning my command, compared to that the rest was a piece of cake. I was not looking forward to being out of uniform but that was better than the alternative.
That was before the Cylons attacked the colonies. Here I am without a command ready to be discharged and that was the last thing I wanted to do. I showered shaved put on my dress uniform and marched my but up to the Ship Commanders office. It took 2 hour before he was willing to see me, but it was worth every second. I held my head up high and I walked into his Office.
“Sir, I know we had a deal concerning me resigning my commission. I no longer have a home to be resigned to. I respectfully request a new duty assignment. I realize I can’t be put back in command of the Marines, but I humbly ask you to make use of me. I don’t care if you only have me flying shuttle or taking out the trash, this is no time to be taken out of the fight when what is left of humanity is fighting for there lives”
The commander responded “Slow down Major, I have in intention of drumming you out of the military right now. I need every able bodied warriors I can find. Despite your recent transgressions you are still one of the finest officers in the fleet. However like you said, I can’t put you back in command of the Marine company, but what I do need right now is replacement viper pilots. After our last battle we are short pilots. That is all I have for you right now. You can volunteer for Viper duty or I may take you up on your offer and have you empty the trash on your way out. It is your call major”
That was 1 month ago and what feels like a life time ago. I have finally qualified for the Viper Pilot.