<div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/MyraTalos-1.jpg)</div>Name:  Myra Talos<br/>Rank:  Lieutenant Commander, CF<br/>Position:  Commander Air Group (CAG), Battlestar Ares<br/><br/><br/><em>All hands, all hands, set conditoin Two throughout the ship, Lieutenant Commander Talos report the bridge.</em>Myra finished her pull-up when the announcement came across the loudspeaker.  Muscles rippled across her arms and chest as she held her chin over the bar.  Sweat beaded on her olive skin and caused her wet raven black hair to stick to the side of her face.  Dropping to the floor, and grabbing a towel from a nearby chair, she slowly wiped her face and arms.  A moment later the phone on the wall near her large black onyx desk rang with a buzz.  "Talos."  She said, answering the phone as she ran the towel through her hair.  "Yeah, go ahead, scramble the alert vipers and call Buzzer and Attila and get them in the tube.  I'll be in the CIC."<br/><br/>Myra wiped the rest of the sweat from her chest and belly, pulled her standard issue grey undershirt over her head onto her naked skin and grabbed her uniform jacket as she stepped out into the corridor.  The metal door to her quarter closed with a slam behind her as she quickly strode up the corridor slipping her jacket on as she moved.  A few minutes later Myra slipped in through the glass sliding doors of the CIC, looking around trying to make sense of the increase in activity.<br/><br/>"Commander, what's going on?  I got a call from flight saying you requested the Alert Cap and a Raptor in the air."