| Cowards |
| Summary: | Allie confronts Tillman about the Court Martial. Short scene. |
| Date: | 29 JUL 2041 AE |
| Related Logs: | Anything with Tisiphone tryin to cap a Cylon. |
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| Map Room |
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| The one object that dominates this room is the one it is named for: the giant plotting table in the center of the room. Bottom-lit like the plot in CIC, this one is twenty feet across and about the same distance wide. The maps, which are rolled and kept in a locker at the side of the room, provide much more detail than most of the charts in CIC and are especially useful in planning tactical operations. Unscaled models of ships are available to be situated on the surface of the table and risers on each side of the room allow for a small audience to watch or be briefed. A single large LCD screen is built into the wall at the far end to display reconnaissance or other supplemental material. |
| Post-Holocaust Day: #153 |
Not in the CIC but somewhere close by and still on duty? Tillman has to be in the map room. He's got a series of maps of the Colonies unrolled onto the tabletop and is noting down locations and some kind of measurements on a notepad. Coffee steams nearby. Another day, another cub- wait. No, that doesn't work anymore.
There is a near-tangible chill in the air when Alessandra arrives, a chill that seems to flow from her in waves. She has gone from room to room, looking for the person who is responsible for her mood. She had gone to CIC, the XO's quarters and even the head looking for the erstwhile Major, her search giving her time for her to stew. By the time she finds Clive she has worked herself up to a state of emotion which is best described as pissed the frak off. The subject of her ire seen, she storms over to where he is and slams both hands down hard upon the map table, palms down, while she glares at him from across the way. "How the frak dare you?"
Tillman only glances up as Allie makes her way in, noting her mood. He keeps working, even after the Viper Insert curses at him. After a long moment, he finally looks back to her. "Lieutenant Sophronia? I've already had another full Lieutenant storm my beach in the last twenty-four hours. I ain't in the mood for it and I'm working on shit that is damned important so unless you have something constructive to say other than cursing me for something you don't explain? Pack your shit." He lifts a hand, still holding his pen. "And get the frak out." For all the hours of friendly discussion and camaraderie, Tillman seems genuinely and suddenly Not Happy.
"Improper discharge of a firearm? Violation of security procedures? Destruction of frakking military property?" Alessandra doesn't budge when she goes on, unswayed by Tillman's warning. She's not about to be convinced to leave, or shut up, or anything else right now. "Arrest to the berthing AND kitchen duty, Clive? She TRIED TO KILL A PRISONER and she gets kitchen duty and a nice little stay in her bed? How the hell is that fair? What kind of message will that give people?" The tears begin to fall now, unnoticed for how set her mind is on how angry she is. "She must be polishing the brass, if you know what I frakking mean, to get such favortism shown towards her."
Tillman waits until Allie finishes before saying anything else. He tosses the pen down onto the pad and drums his fingers across the map. "No, Lieutenant. She tried to fire her gun into a machine. According to legal code, a prisoner is defined as a person in detainment. This Eleven was not a person or a human. The Eleven was a military asset. What kind of message does it send?" Tillman doesn't seem inclined to stop. He's mad…but not raging. Its that subtle boil and anger that fills his eyes. "It sends the message that Command isn't frakking around playing footsie with the Cylons. Tisiphone tried to kill that thing. She is under orders to do so every time she flies a Viper. Does that mean its okay? No. Trust me, Attempted Murder charges were floating and very nearly tacked. Next time we grab one? Orders will be cut and very specific things said. Someone makes another try? I'm going to see to it. Now if you want to sit here and accuse me or anyone else in command of doing something improper with her, I suggest you find a nice secure metal pot to stand on for those proceedings because I'll go file the charges on your behalf -myself- and watch you tumble all the way down when they fall through. You copy all that, -Lieutenant-?!"
Alessandra looks the Major in his eyes, her own narrowed. "No. That's not the message it sends at all, Major. The message that has been sent is that you guys are afraid and are cowards who allow people like Ensign Apostolos do their dirty work for them. Couldn't kill her yourself so you let her attempt to do it for you. And what does she get for her efforts? A frakking slap on the wrist and 'punishment' that is, at best, frakking laughable." Deepening her voice, Allie tries to impersonate the XO, doing so unflatteringly. "Here, Apostolos. Let me pat you on the back for breaking regs! And those charges? Frak 'em. We'll let you off light because we all love you so frakking much!
Tillman meets Allie's eyes. His voice drops and the ex-Marine levels his tone somewhere between sub-arctic and absolute zero. "Lieutenant, did you just accuse me of being a coward?" He's nearly daring her to continue, 'Please. Confirm what you just said so I can rip your spine out where you stand.'.
Alessandra wipes a hand down a cheek as she turns away, not bothering to answer him. There is already a lot of heartsick felt over this argument and Allie just can't continue it, too spent and too sad to carry out her side of it all. Clive's given a quick look over her shoulder, watched before she leaves, defeated and worn out.
Tillman just stares at her as she moves to go, the man riled far more than she's ever seen him. Jaw set, there are daggers in those eyes.