PHD #350: Don't Be Me
PHD #350: Don't Be Me
Summary: Andrea meets with Khloe to discuss what happened on the hangar deck.
Date: 11 Feb 2042 AE
Related Logs: Aftermath of the Swarm, Pictures and Hammers
Players:
Andrea Khloe 
Naval Offices - Deck 10 - Battlestar Cerberus
This area is set-up much like any standard office building. Cubicles have been constructed using cheap waist-high walls, their contents left neutral for whoever needs to use them. Inside each cubicle is a desk with a laptop and chair. Simple overhead lights bring dull illumination to the room except over the back wall where each one of the colonies twelve flags hangs from its own pole. Fake, potted plants dot the room and seem to be standard issue along with the water cooler and coffee machines. Off the main room are a few private offices such as that of the JAG or CAG.
Post-Holocaust Day: #350

Seated at her usual cubicle is Captain Vakos, still dressed in her off-duty greens, but likely only to facilitate her bandages better. True to form, the moment she was discharged from sickbay for light duty, she found her way to the offices to tackle the mounting paperwork from last night's bloody battle with the triple-marked Cylon fleet.

Dressed in her wings, Andrea walks into the office and stands more or less at attention. "Good to see you out of medbay, sir. Thought we might be able to have that meeting now, if its okay with you. If not I can come back, later."

Glancing up from her work, clicking closed her pen, Poppy gives Hosedown a passive, almost Cidra-like look. Although, y'know, with more 'frown'. "Please, Lieutenant, have a seat," she says in an even tone. "I was just finishing reviewing the incident reports from last night, in the port hangar." She turns in her swivel chair, and crosses her legs by resting an ankle on the opposite knee. Her hands fold in her lap, neutrally. This is Khloe's forced 'must remain neutral' body language.

Andrea nods and pulls up the chair, doing her best to stay neutral herself. "I heard that he got let out of the brig about as soon as he was put in it." She sighs. It wasn't that she wanted him brigged, just… she shrugs slightly, almost to herself.

"Why don't you tell me what happened," Khloe states, her voice still deliberate and even. "I've lost a lot from when I crash landed to the point when I arrived in sickbay for treatment. It's a haze. I remember putting you in charge during the firefight when my Viper took catastrophic damage. What happened afterwards?"

"It was down to the last second combat landings, but we made it back in. Bubbles took fire on the way in, though, and crashed into the deck rather than landing. it was pretty bad. Once we were all out and walking again, it was insanity on the deck. Pilots rushing around with heads cut off, getting in the deckies way. I couldn't keep them altogether… I was too busy being relieved that everyone you left me with in the Squad landed in some shape or another. Then they had to pry Bubbles out of her bird and Decoy was losing it, but Drips had him more or less in hand. Trouble came when Bootstrap ordered me to get a CAP in the air, pronto. I thought Decoy's bird was untouched… we were the last two completely intact out there, he took a hit to the wing I hadn't seen. So I ordered him to get out there with me, and he starts mouthing off, saying he won't do it, demanding to go with Bubbles." She shakes her head. "Drips offered to take his place but he was already disobeying an order, and loudly. If he'd kept his voice down…" she shakes her head. "He was making a scene, in front of everyone on the deck. When I repeated my order for him to get a Bird and get in space he started shouting. I believe he called me a 'godsdamned cold-hearted cunt.' We needed our birds in the air so I didn't have time for standard dicipline, so I told Drips to find a bird and ordered the MPs to take Decoy to the brig for disobeying a direct order and insubordination to a superior officer." Andrea straightens in her chair. She doesn't like what she did, but stands behind her decision.

Khloe listens quietly, waiting for there to be a sufficient pause to indicate that Andrea's story is done. "I see," she says finally, brow slowly creasing. "I'm of two minds, here. One, you did the right thing, brigging a hysterical officer. Clearly he was emotional because of Psyche's condition and I can't have compromised pilots flying or trying to do anything while they're focused on anything other than their duties. Decoy performed poorly, and I will be having words with him once he's no longer glued to Psyche's side." A pause. "But." Her gaze darkens. "As much as I disagree with allowing consistent fraternization between pilots in the same squadron - frak, I don't like relationships contained inside the entire air wing - the deed is done. Toast allowed them to get married. Toast allowed the fraternization to continue while he was a Nugget. What's done is done, the damage is done, and this is Toast's assache to deal with." Rolling her shoulders with a wince, favoring her bandaged right, she says, "Despite the outcome, you did the right thing in exposing an emotional officer."

"I think I understood you a little bit better up there, Poppy. Just trying to do my job while everyone looks at me like I'm the Wicked Witch of Aerilon." She shakes her head. "It about drove me crazy, but I had a job to do and didn't have time to discuss it in committee. Thanks for your assessment, sir. Makes me feel better, going forward."

Apparently unmindful of Andrea's grateful state, she continues. "Now, I'm going to give you some advice. Think of it as an unofficial order," Khloe begins, uncrossing her legs and leaning forward, threading her fingers together and resting her forearms on her knees. She's peering up at Andrea now. "About that witch thing. Don't. I don't want you to follow in my footsteps, be a cold-hearted bitch, or however else you want to describe my command style. Don't. Emulate. Me. Do you understand?" Her tone has shifted towards the edgy, but is still low and soft-spoken.

"A double CAP gives you a lot of time to think, and when your wingmate is being quiet cause he's scared you'll snap his nose off, its even more so. They got married just as I was brought on board and I thought it was beautiful… two people finding each other in the midst of… everything." She shakes her head. "Now, I'm starting to think you might be right."

"There's a reason why I live the way I live, as I told that young reporter… what was her name… Rassvet," Khloe finds the name, snapping her fingers. "I'm a cog in the machine. I do what I do so that the rest of humanity can live its life how it chooses. I'm likely not going to have a family, as the path I've followed, and following, excludes me from distraction. From these distractiosn we're talking about." She leans back in her seat again, still frowning. She looks away in a gesture that almost looks like regret, but it's brief. Her gaze hardens, refocusing on Andrea. "Is there anything else I can do for you, Lieutenant?"

"No, sir." Andrea shakes her head. "I need to find the CAG next, and have a similar discussion. Given that she let Decoy out of the brig as soon as she found him in it, I can't imagine that talk will be as pleasant as this one." She stands. "Any idea when you'll be fit for sparring again? I could use a good workout."

"When the doctor says I can," comes her response. "My advice is to remember rank and do not overstep your bounds. Dismissed." At that point, Khloe turns back to her paperwork, and resumes where she left off.

Andrea nods and walks out. Time to find the CAG.

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