| Chasing the Bull |
| Summary: | Kincaid reports his findings on the Five's ramblings to Madilyn. |
| Date: | 30 November 2041 AE |
| Related Logs: | Driven and Do You Know God? |
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| Marine Offices - Deck 6 - Battlestar Cerberus |
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| This offices consists of desks for those under the CO, along with his desk toward the back of the room. The S1 and S2 have desks here and the place is neat as a pin, with everything in its place. At the front of the room, a Marine sits at a desk to meet people as they come in through the hatch. |
| Post-Holocaust Day: #277 |
This offices consists of desks for those under the CO, along with his desk toward the back of the room. The S1 and S2 have desks here and the place is neat as a pin, with everything in its place. At the front of the room, a Marine sits at a desk to meet people as they come in through the hatch.
It's business as usual in the offices today. Upon entering, one would be greeted by the sight of all the marines at the desks, a few up and about. One of those up and about is the CO herself. Standing near the coffee maker, Madilyn is in the process of filling up her mug - only about half way, though - while taking a small break from the hassle of paperwork today. Cylon prisoners aboard always mean extra paperwork.
Kincaid makes his way into the offices, a manila folder stuffed with papers and photocopies coming out of it. "Major?" asks the Lance Corporal, walking right up to the CO. Unlike some of the others, he doesn't seen particularly troubled by going straight to the top of his department. "Do you have a moment? It's about our visitor." That is, the Five.
"I've already spent so many moments worrying about it, so what's one more, hm?" She slides the pot of coffee back onto the warming plate, and motions to her desk, where she proceeds to slide around the back and have a seat. Before engaging in the conversation, she fills the remainder of the coffee mug up with water from a water bottle, lightening the stuff up.
"You got a copy of my report about the incident in the cell, right? With the ramblings from the Five?" Kincaid flips his folder open and takes a look down at a copy of his report, offering it up if she needs it. "I did some research to see if I could figure out what she was referring to."
"A copy has passed across my desk, yes," Madilyn replies. The report is taken as a refresher though, as she quickly skims the report to remind herself of the incoherent ramblings of the prisoner. At the mention of figuring out what she was referring to, Madilyn lifts her eyes. "Oh? Were you able to ascertain the topic?"
"The ancient ground of the bull appears to be Knosson, supposedly the oldest community on Tauron. It was home of several mystert cults, particularly one dedicated to Zeus. The bull is one of his symbols." Kincaid takes another paper from his folder, a photocopy from a book in the library. "There is the foremost museum on Tauron history there, with relics supposed to have come from Kobol or the exiled tribes." A pause.
"Well, that would explain parts of the message. Having a location is a start, but there are still other parts of the rambling. Have you figured out any parts of the message regarding the knife to the throat? About her being late, but yet there still being time? That seems strangely contradictory to me." Of course, when have you known rambling, prophesizing Cylons to not ramble?
Kincaid shakes his head. "I don't know about that," confesses the Lance Corporal. "The knife might refer to an artifact found in the museum, however. My recommendation is that we send a team down to Knossos to investigate — see if we can find anything down there."
"Hmmm…" Madilyn purses her lips together and leans back in her chair. "We're supposed to have scout parties heading out to investigate reports given by the new corpsman, McManus. I don't think it's much of a stretch to have one Raptor go out that way. But…you said this town - Knossos - was home to mystery cults. Just how much of a mystery are these cults?"
"The authorities disagree on the authenticity of any of these claims. You can find a dozen books that support the claims and a dozen books that say it's a bunch of hokum." Kincaid shrugs. "Where the truth lies is hard to say. I'd say it's worth to at least send a fireteam to take a look."
"Well, before we act on anything, we need more information. I'll have to look up what information there is about this Knossos and those cults, rumor or speculation though it may be, before I forward any recommendations to command. Ultimately, though, they'll have to make the decision. If there's no enemy presence, I can't see why sending a fireteam or a squad would be infeasible." Still leaning back, she steeples her fingers a bit in front of her face, and thinks on the matter.
"All right, sir." Kincaid nods. "Anything I can do?" He takes out his ballpoint clicky pen, ready to write.
"Unless you've developed an encylopedic knowledge regarding the colony of Tauron…no. No, there's not much you can do right now. I'll have to make the trek down to the library and compile the information, along with satiating my own personal interest in the matter." What she's not saying is that a few months ago, the same sort of incoherent, rambling imagery that the Five's phrases evoke.
Kincaid clicks the pen closed. "Very well, sir. Let me know if I can help." He tucks it back into his breast pocket. "Good hunting down there."