Life is good when youre born with a silver spoon in your mouth. Kyle Jacob Laine was one such lucky individual. Born on Caprica to Jacob James Laine III and Angeline Laine, the second of two sons, the older of which was named Jacob James Laine IV. Mr. Laine was very good at one thing and that was making money. He was on the board of directors for a couple of companies, he wasnt concerned with working himself, all he did was invest, collect money, and reinvest. Needless to say, he was absent much of the time, leaving the raising of his sons mainly to his wife, who preferred not to leave the task to nannies.
At least until she passed away when he was eight. Then he was left to the nannies. By then his older brother was 16 and learning business from their father. Kyle was left to linger. He started to grow almost uncontrollable and by the time he was in his teens he was completely out of control. His older brother had become a prodigy at making money, Kyle was a prodigy at spending it. He partied, slacked off, attracted bad press and just generally pissed his father off. By the time he was eighteen, he broke the last straw and was offered an ultimatum. Enroll in the Fleet Academy or be cut-off, disinherited, and kicked out on his ass. That about settled it for him.
Not that the academy exactly wanted him, but money can buy a lot of things in this world, and a fleet commission is hardly off the table completely. But once there he surprised both his father and himself. He was good, he enjoyed himself, and he had actually found somewhere he belonged. Maybe it wasnt what the Laines of Caprica were normally renowned for, but it was something. He settled down, at least a bit, he was still known for being a bit rough around the edges, and lacking a certain seriousness. Still, after graduation he managed to make it into flight school, training to be a Viper pilot, hardly the course he expected his life to take.
Luckily, or unluckily, he left Caprica just days before the attack, going on a training flight out to Picon with one of his instructors, Captain Arrington. Then the Cylons struck, most of his classmates perished immediately. He survived, either through skill, luck, or the good sense of his instructor. They went into hiding on the surface with those who survived, holing up with a group of farmers. He didnt have time to think, or to worry about what was happening back home. He helped to provide air support to the group, surviving for months with no support other than what their small group had. Then luck smiled on them, his instructor caught a colonial signal from CFAB Crandall.
When they finally reached Crandall, he was given a field graduation and the rank of Ensign. Necessity and his ability to live through the past few months more than proving the need to have him in the cockpit as an officer. He was at Crandall for a few more months, continuing to provide air support and receiving some extra training from Cpt. Arrington. Eventually, he was transferred along with her to BS Orion.