| Lieutenant Colonel Cidra A. Hahn |
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| Catherine Keener as Cidra A. Hahn |
| Alias: |
Toast |
| Age: |
40 |
| Features: |
Blue-gray eyes; Brown hair |
| Colony: |
Gemenon |
| Rank: |
Lieutenant Colonel |
| Department: |
Air Wing |
| Position: |
CAG |
Background
Cidra was born closer to forty years ago than she'd like to admit, in the city of Shinkirsei on Gemenon. Her parents were both religious professionals, so they enjoyed a more comfortable and respected status than many on the poorer colony. Her mother was a priestess of Hera, her father a priest of Asclepius who (like many of his order) worked as a registered nurse in a cult-run hospital. The oldest of four children, she was educated at a girls' school run by the priesthood of Athena and then at the Colleges of Kobol itself when she was of age, completing university with a degree in Theology. Rumor has it she intended to become a priestess herself before, abruptly, deciding to forgo seminary and join the Colonial Fleet. Quick reflexes, sharp eyes and intense dedication got her a place in flight training.
Whatever prompted this sharp turn in her life she's made good with it, establishing a solid career with fifteen years in the cockpit as a Raptor pilot before getting the CAG spot aboard the shiny new Battlestar Cerberus. She's qualified for Viper combat, on paper, but she favors the big birds and is not quite at home in the smaller, sleeker craft.
She remains quietly religious and a devotee of the goddess Athena, though she keeps her spiritual beliefs private. On-duty, she's an outwardly pragmatic and cool-headed leader, not the flashiest pilot in the wing but a highly skilled one who takes great fulfillment in mentoring younger jocks.
She's a widow. Her husband, Lt. Daedrek Hahn, was killed in an accident during a Viper training exercise about a decade ago. She has never remarried and has no children.
Immediate Family
- Agatha Nevarine — Mother. Priestess of Hera. (Presumed dead, killed on Gemenon in the Cylon Attacks)
- Emmanuel Nevarine — Father. Priest of Asclepius, registered nurse. (Presumed dead, killed on Gemenon in the Cylon Attacks)
- Cillian Nevarine — Brother (junior by 1 year). Priest of Asclepius, registered nurse. (Presumed dead, killed on Gemenon in the Cylon Attacks)
- Eliane Martell — Sister (junior by 5 years). Housewife. (Presumed dead, killed on Gemenon in the Cylon Attack)
- Josseline Correy — Sister (junior by 7 years). Housewife. (Presumed dead, killed on Gemenon in the Cylon Attacks)
- LT Daedrek "Sunstroke" Hahn — Husband. Viper pilot. Last assignment, BS Heracles. Deceased 2032 AE. Killed in a training accident in a collision with another pilot and subsequent asteroid crash.
Education
- Athenian Girl's Academy, Mt. White Oak, Gemenon — Primary education
- Kobol Colleges — BA, Theology (Class of 2023)
Service Jacket
- CFAB Mai-Kintani (Scorpia) — OCS and Flight Training (2024-2026 AE)
- BS Columbia — Raptor pilot (2026-2030 AE)
- CEC Marsyas — Raptor pilot, later promoted to Squadron Leader of the VRC-42 "The Open Arms" (2031-2035 AE)
- BS Aegean — Raptor Squad Leader, VAW-15 "The Crosshairs" (2036-2039 AE)
- Picon Fleet Headquarters — Instructor, advanced SAR training. Also completed Viper flight and combat certification. (2039-2041 AE)
- BS Cerberus — Commander, Air Group, CVW-14 (2041 AE-Present)
Trivia
Note: All of this stuff is generally public knowledge. Use for RP hooks as you will.
Her voice still marks her out quite prominently as a daughter of Gemenon, even after years in the Colonial Fleet. Further, though she speaks Colonial Standard fluently in a purely academic sense, her phrasing and word choice are distinctive in certain ways of someone who was not raised a "native" speaker. She's also fluent in the language of her home colony and occasionally falls back on it when Standard just won't convey what she wants.
As a CAG, Toast demands respect and competence from her pilots but she is, perhaps surprisingly, not a particularly harsh taskmistress. She trusts those under her to do their jobs - until she's proven wrong - and generally encourages initiative. While she comes off at first brush as a stickler for regs, she can be surprisingly mellow about oddities if they don't seem to get in the way of one's job. And, while she'll rake an officer over the coals in private, she's protective of her people with Command and will usually be in their corner even if they've frakked up quite severely. In combat flight she's cool-headed and focused, though she favors defensive tactics over going for Cylon blood. Perhaps a virtue of being a Raptor driver by trade and nature. Perhaps it speaks of an officer who served her entire career in peacetime and never particularly expected to have to do any of this.
Cid is, to put it mildly, not an easy person to get to know. She ranges from inscrutable to a proper stone wall about her personal life and whatever goes on inside her head. To those who have not known her long or well she can come off as cold and unyielding (to put it kindly). To those who know her better and work with her more closely, she is supportive and accommodating professionally has a deep feeling of camaraderie with the personnel she serves with on a daily basis, though it's hard to get much deeper than that. Even her close friends - and there are a few - find her often distant. Never impolite, always respectful, but she doesn't open up regularly.
While she avoids proselytizing, she's a Believer in the gods and is a particular devotee to Athena, often seeking guidance from the Wise Lady. She makes at least one chapel service a day if at all possible. She follows most of the fundamentalist rituals adhered to on Gemenon and shows the expected disapproval of the more liberal and common Caprican interpretations of certain points of Scripture. Yet, the observant might note she does not wear the 'faith bracelet' strict practitioners of the Gemenese traditions are typically bound with. It's an incongruity.
Home sweet home. Cidra hails from the poor colony known more for its Scrolls-thumping fanatics who rarely leave that world than its (small) contribution to the Colonial Officer Corps. When she speaks of the place it's with a great love of the mountains and temples and over-arching respect for its traditions. But she doesn't speak of it often, or seem particularly comfortable discussing its politics or social attitudes - which were often a far cry from those of the other colonies. It's always home and she won't criticize it, but she's very faraway from home now.
She's got a lot of it and all of it reflects her devotion to the cult of the Goddess Athena. Her tattoos include the twining olive tree branch on her right forearm, the spear inked down the length of her left arm, and the full spread owl's wings that cover her back at the shoulderblades.
Major Hahn has spent the last fifteen-plus years in the Colonial Navy and seems quite wedded to the Fleet. If she had much of a life outside it before the attacks it is, again, one of those things she doesn't talk about much.
Cidra came up through the ranks as a bus driver and, though she's technically dual-qualified, it's the Raptors where her true skills as a flyer are and that she really glories in handling. Generally her flight style sticks to understated competence. If her ECOs have any complaint about her, it's that between the lack of banter and straight-ahead flying, she's a pretty boring ride. She can push some shiny tricks out of the big birds in a clutch situation, however. Particularly when it comes to SAR work, to which she's dedicated the majority of her career in one form or another.
Her callsign. How she acquired it isn't widely known. Speculation ranges from a play on her not-exactly-warm personality to the typical botched landing or otherwise embarrassing flight incident story (toasted a Raptor, perhaps?). Or maybe she just has a fondness for warm bread. Those who work up the courage to ask are usually greeted with oblique non-answers, which is par for the course for conversation with her.
It's generally known that Cidra only pursued dual-qualification so she'd have a shot at the CAG post on the shiny and new Mercury-class Battlestar Cerberus, given the generally Viper-dominated atmosphere of flight command. She's text-book competent (if not much else to speak of) when she jocks the things but she lacks the finesse and improvisational abilities most Viper pilots gain over the years in the little craft. She tends to fly wingman rather than section lead on anything dicier than a standard combat air patrol, though she's choosy of the pilots she'll defer to in these situations.
Typology
"Effusive expression of emotional warmth is not something that ISTJs do without considerable energy loss…"
Cidra has been classified as an ISTJ according to the Myers-Briggs (Jung) Typology testing. This temperament is commonly identified as 'The Inspector.' More information about this type can be found here. It's…about right, really.
A version of the test you can take "in character" (or out) is here.
Recent Activity
Cidra's Prayer Journal
Playlist
Azam Ali
"Forty One Ways" |
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Forty one ways to die
One strong will to live
World's gone all awry
Faith is the battlefield
Tender, I feel
And the wheels turn
To fortify a design of free will
Forty one ways to die
One strong pain to feel
Strapped to a suicide
With just one more place to be
Tender, I feel
And the wheels turn
To fortify a design of free will
We test, we form, we fear, we tilt
We strive, we fall, we want, we kill
And we hail, and we doubt
And with all wasted
We heal, and we call
We atone, kneeled here
And will stay fortified
In a windfall
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I heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
You don't really care for music, do ya?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya
She tied you
To a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Baby I've been here before,
I've seen this room and ive walked the floor,
I used to live alone before i knew ya
But I've seen your flag on the marble arch,
Our love is not a victory march,
It's a cold and its a broken hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Maybe there's a God above,
But all I've ever learnt from love,
Is how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya,
It's not a cry that u hear at night,
It's not someone whose seen the light,
It's a cold and broken hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah
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Delerium feat. Sarah McLachlan
"Silence" |
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Give me release
Witness me
I am outside
Give me peace
Heaven holds a sense of wonder
And I wanted to believe
That I'd get caught up
When the rage in me subsides
In this white wave
I am sinking
In this silence
In this white wave
In this silence
I believe
Passion chokes the flower
Till she cries no more
Possessing all the beauty
Hungry still for more
Heaven holds a sense of wonder
And I wanted to believe
That I'd get caught up
When the rage in me subsides
In this white wave
I am sinking
In this silence
In this white wave
In this silence
I believe
I can't help this longing
Comfort me
I can't hold it all in
If you won't let me
Heaven holds a sense of wonder
And I wanted to believe
That I'd get caught up
When the rage in me subsides
In this white wave
I am sinking
In this silence
In this white wave
In this silence
I believe
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China gets broken
And it will never be the same
Boats on the ocean
Find their way back again
I am weaving like a drunkard
Like a balloon up in the air
I am needing a puncture and someone
To point me somewhere
I'm gonna keep my head on straight
I just hope it's not too late
Open up the gate
I go straight on, steady on
Steady on!
I was feeling imploded
A wooden smile, a wooden heart
Then things exploded
Like rockets in the dark
Now I'm pulling out splinters
And off to hibernate somewhere
For the nuclear winter
Of another love affair
'Cause he seemed like a miracle
I ate it up like cereal
But it was something like shrapnel
Steady on!
It's like ten miles of two-lane
On a South Dakota wheat plain
In the middle of a hard rain
A slow boat or a fast train
I'm gonna keep my head on straight
I'm gonna keep my head on straight
I'm gonna keep my head on straight
Steady on!
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Johnny Cash
"When The Man Comes Around" |
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And I heard as it were the noise of thunder
One of the four beasts saying come and see and I saw
And behold a white horse
There's a man going around taking names and he decides
Who to free and who to blame every body won't be treated
Quite the same there will be a golden ladder reaching down
When the man comes around
The hairs on your arm will stand up at the terror in each
Sip and each sup will you partake of that last offered cup
Or disappear into the potter's ground
When the man comes around
Hear the trumpets hear the pipers one hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to a big kettledrum
Voices calling and voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
Its alpha and omegas kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn trees
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn trees
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
Till Armageddon no shalam no shalom
Then the father hen will call his chicken's home
The wise man will bow down before the thorn and at his feet
They will cast the golden crowns
When the man comes around
Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
Listen to the words long written down
When the man comes around
Hear the trumpets hear the pipers one hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to a big kettledrum
Voices calling and voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
Its alpha and omegas kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn trees
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn trees
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
In measured hundred weight and penny pound
When the man comes around
And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts
And I looked and behold, a pale horse
And it's name it said on him was Death
And Hell followed with him.
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