PHD #006: Bringing Out The Dead
Bringing Out The Dead
Summary: Naevi and Nostos share a moment as they remember the pilots who have died.
Date: 3.4.2041
Related Logs: None.
Naevi Nostos 

Viper Berthings

Viper Squadron pilots call this home. Berthings line the walls with grey curtains to cover their sleeping areas. Lockers sit between each stack of berths and a round table sits in the center with chairs around it. A hatch at the end leads to the communal Head that the Raptor pilots share.

<The Scene Starts In Media Res (Part of the Log Was Lost). Naevi has been working at an unused portion of the Viper Pilot Berthing Walls and she has been putting pictures of all the pilots who have died up on a board with the pilots name under it.>

"I'm an ensign and I'm not that gullible," Naevi answers flatly, moving back towards the table to pick up another photograph - this time of Lieutenant Ryan Shaker - and then back once more to the wall. As she pins it up she pauses to regard the work, "We can do our best, though. I'll do my best. And I'm going to remember their stories … I didn't know them when they were alive but I'll know them now. And if I don't survive, I'll keep it written down … and then someone else can take it and learn it all. That way, no matter what happens none of these people are going to be forgotten."

Angelus looks at the picture of Lieutenant Shaker and he looks at the picture taking a moment to silent study the face. "There is nothing wrong with having a bit of hope about things. Maybe we won't have too and I mean that. Maybe things will just work out now and we will all be fine." As Neavi comments on not knowing the dead, "If you don't survive and I'm around I will make sure you get written down on this board." There is a sense of duty in his voice but he seems serious about this.

"Having a bit of hope is one thing," Naevi replies, making sure the photographs are adequately positioned before taking a step back towards the table, "But you were out there at Picon. You saw everything that happened. We won't come out of this unscathed … or only as scathed as we already are."

Nostos looks over at Naevi and he says, "I know what I saw but I also know that if we have no hope then that makes everything we do bleak at best and pointless at worst. I'll stick with hope and I will hold it close since it keeps me moving and it gives me a reason to believe that things will get better." Angelus takes a moment to step toward Naevi's project, "Though for now, what your doing is a good idea."

Naevi simply shrugs her shoulders a bit, moving to retrieve another photograph so that she can tack it up there as well. She tilts her head to look at the wall yet again, "Yeah."

"Yeah." Angelus says as he watches Naevi work, "Do you need help with this?" He asks in simple but serious tones, "Or is this something you need to process what happened?"

"You can help if you want," Naevi answers distantly, picking up more photographs - there are over a hundred of them, after all, "There're a lot to get through."

Angelus picks up a few picutres and he makes sure to get the names with him as he silently tacks five pictures up and he makes sure he has the names of each person correct before he says, "So many people." Angelus says as he looks down at the board, "You have a point but I'm still holding on to my sense of hope."

"Don't let me take it from you," Naevi says with a shake of her head, sticking up a few more photos, "Just don't expect me to sit here thinking no one else is going to die. Mightn't be someone we know but I'm not being that hopeful."

"Well, we might lose a few more people but it is better to cross that bridge when we come to it." Three more pictures are put up, "Though in my opinion, which you are free to disagree with, I feel that focusing on other things is better like what we can do right now to help out.

"Well, we might lose a few more people but it is better to cross that bridge when we come to it." Three more pictures are put up by Angelus, "Though in my opinion, which you are free to disagree with, I feel that focusing on other things is better like what we can do right now to help out. You know what I mean, Ameilia?"

"Mm," comes Naevi's reply, a non-commital murmur as she sticks up a few more photos and pauses to look over their handiwork in silence.

Angelus remains quiet for a bit as well as he works because sometimes silence is a golden thing and the pilot is taking a moment to enjoy the silence as he works. There is a good ten minutes that go by without Nostos saying a word as he works on putting pictures up. Finally, Angelus asks, "Do you want to talk about what happened out there?" His voice is compassionate as he asks this.

"What's to talk about?" Naevi asks, glancing sidelong at the man, "I think we pretty much saw the same thing." She tacks the next photo in place and bites her bottom lip, concentrating on the task.

Angelus shrugs as he continues working in reverence closing his eyes each time he tacks another picture to the board. "Well, maybe you want to talk about what you saw out there? I mean we both saw some stressful stuff and that isn't exactly normal." Angelus frowns slightly, "Though maybe some things should be left unsaid."

"Unsaid," Naevi says flatly, "I don't want to go there just yet."

Angelus nods his head and he doesn't push as he works quietly with putting up pictures, "Alright." The Caprican says not pushing on any social graces at all because sometimes what is left unsaid is better. He puts up a few more pictures as it hits him why the old timers never really spoke much about the cylon war and it shows on his face as he tacks up a picture of another pilot with the name Angelus and there is a soft, "Hm?" That comes out of his mouth as he confronted by the idea of his own mortality.

"Huh?" Naevi says suddenly, roused out of whatever silent reflection she'd been in, "What's wrong?"

"There is a kid here, well, he looks like a kid. He has the same name first name as I do and he is dead." Angelus takes the picture and he puts it up slowly, "They say there is a bullet out there with your name, my name, everyones name on it. Me, I plan to die of old age before it catches me but I don't know. Maybe I could die from all of this?" The pilot looks at the board and the picture and he takes a step back. "That's all I mean."

"You're starting to sound like me," Naevi says with a shake of her head, "I've got enough to worry about thinking about Alex and Arty. Libran's out of the way and all but still … "

Nostos takes a moment to stop putting up pictures as he looks over at Naevi, "So, wait and see what happens. I mean, I don't know. None of us do. Maybe we will find them? There is a lot we don't know right now." He gives Naevi a hopeful look but truth be told he doesn't know at all what is going on with the Colonies.

"They might be alright," Naevi says, little emotion in her voice, "But that doesn't mean that we'll find them … or even be able to help them if we do. We've only got so much room."

Angelus looks around the room and he doesn't have any answers at this moment, the Jig is speaking as one without authority or knowledge of what is going on, "Well, we will just have to wait and see." His words have a hint of hope to them but it isn't surgary rose-colored glasses kind of hope. It is more of a patient and hesitant hope, like the kind of hope an oyster has when a fish comes by. Clam up and wait for things to get better.

"Yeah," Naevi's reply is quiet, lapsing soon after into another bout of silence as she stares at the memori-wall, "I oughta sleep soon."

Angelus says, "I'll put up a few more of these pictures and then I think I will catch some shut eye myself."

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