PHD #075: Fresh
Summary: Ethan brings up this incident again. He gets a callsign for his trouble.
Date: 12 May 2041 AE
Related Logs: Vipers, Raptors and Sell-By Dates
Cidra Ethan 
Ships Library - Deck 9 - Battlestar Cerberus
Racks of books extend deep into this room, nearly darkening the overhead lights towards the back. The shelves are neatly labeled to each category with nearly everything represented here. Fiction, Sci-Fi, Romance, and everything down to comic books has been loaded up onto the shelves. A smaller research area at the back has a large table for maps to be opened-up. Nearer the door is a small library of movies that covers some of the most recent blockbusters and flows through some of the more campy movies from about two decades before. Next to the door, a Petty Officer can usually be found at a desk to help someone checkout their selections.
Post-Holocaust Day: #75

Cidra is back in the racks, browsing the selection of contemporary fiction on display. Many of the titles make her wince, but she continues her hunt for something literary. Off-duty time is precious these days, with a fair few pilots missing on Leonis, so she's in her duty blues at the moment. Off, but likely either just come from duty or due back on it momentarily.

Someone that is also hunting for something at the Library, is Ethan. It doesn't take him long to find what he needs, or at least something close to it; so the young man pulls the Aerospace Engineering from the shelf and sets his pace towards the door. The sight of the CAG does call for his attention and after a few moments of thinking things through, the young man decides to approach. "Major…" says the man once closer to her. He is off duty as well, worried as hell over the ones stuck in Leonis.

Cidra looks up, eyes locking over on Ethan. The younger Raptor pilot earns an inclination of her head. "Ensign Weber. How fare you this day? I know things have been most trying."

Ethan nods to the CAG and offers "It's been, quiet…I've been worried, about the others, in Leonis." he clears his throat and places his book over the table "Major, can I take a moment of your time and once again…speak freely?"

"We are all worried, Ensign. But at least we know we have still people alive down there. And we shall get them back." It is said firmly. If Cidra lacks confidence in this, she does not show it. But the request makes her brows arch. Warily. But she doesn't refuse. "All right, Ensign Weber. Permission to speak freely."

Ethan clears his throat after permission has been granted. He nods to the woman and offers a weak kind of smile "I wanted to…" he takes a deep breath and nods to himself "I wanted to apologize, for the way I behaved the other day, and…the comments I made. I was, out of line" He presses his lips together just for a couple seconds, putting the words together to continue "I know actions are perhaps more important than words, but in this case, you know, I felt the need to say something"

A flash of a grimace passes Cidra's face. Had to bring that up again, didn't he? "Yes, Ensign, you were. I told you such at the time. But I said I was willing to let the matter pass and I have not given it further thought. Still, I do appreciate the manners displayed." Brows are arched another notch. "May I ask what prompted this moment of clarity?"

Ethan opens his mouth to say something and closes it since the CAG was not done. He clears his throat once again after she finishes and offers "Well…" The young man runs his fingers over his chin, his shadow beard a bit more noticeable. "I'm going back to my old self, learning to live with the events of Warday. I had the time to sit down, and re think quite a few things. I know you mentioned that, you were going to let that one go and I thank you for it, but when I came to senses that what I did was, well, bad. I needed to at least, offer my apologies."

"A very mature decision, Weber," Cidra says. "Do not beat yourself up overmuch for it. Just do not do it again."

Ethan nods "Yes, Major." With that said, he picks up his book and offers a polite nod. He considers leaving, but there's something else…a spine on his side. "Major…I certainly don't have a lot of details on what's going on at Leonis, I know there's trouble of course. So…" he takes a deep breath and nods firmly "If, a rescue mission is to happen, I would like to be one of the pilots assigned to go…"

"When the time comes we shall need every pilot we can get, Weber," Cidra says dryly. "So you shall likely be going whether you wish to or not. But, I appreciate the initiative." A pause. She eyes him narrowly. "Is this your first assignment? Have you not yet earned a callsign?"

"I was assigned to Cerberus right after Training." says Ethan "The Green Gulls took me in and not long after, Warday came along…" he remains in silence for a couple moments and nods to himself "They never got the chance to give me a Callsign."

"Well, that will not do," Cidra says firmly. "Coherence in flight and all that." She eyes him narrowly. "Fresh, I think." His name, apparently. "Yes. Fresh." A reference to his previous comments to her.

Ethan looks at the CAG for the longest moment before saying anything, he nods and says "Fresh", he nods a couple more times, getting used to the Callsign. Yeah, he deserves it, he did made a very stupid comment towards the CAG after all. "I will not disappoint, Major" He does show a very faint smile, I guess in every pilot's life, it's important when the first callsign is assigned. And something tells him that it will stick with him for a long time.

"See that you do not," Cidra says with a short nod. He is Fresh now. So let it be written, so let is be done. "Take it as an object lesson, Fresh. A callsign should be a reminder of a humbling moment. Do not worry. You did not come by it as bad as some of us." Tone turning rueful.

Does he feel the need to ask? Of course he does, he is curious by nature but this time? This time he decides to save the questions for another time, perhaps when things are not so busy. He nods and then says "Yes Major, I will" with that out of the way, he takes a step back and adds "Major, if that's ok with you, I will leave you to your reading…I have to do some of my own" and he lifts the book, showing it to Cidra.

"Aerospace? That is productive, at least," Cidra says. Her own browsing is running more toward historical fiction at the moment. Though none of the epics she's eyeing seem to quite please her. She finally picks up a tome set on pre-Colonial Picon. Somewhat at random. Well, the cover art of ships flying over harbors looks vaguely entertaining, at least.

"Yes, after I graduated, I left many of my books behind. I like to keep up to date on that field so it's always good to find these materials" says Fresh. He looks at what the CAG selected and nods, showing a bit of a smile again. "Thanks for your time Major" A polite nod is offered, after this, he turns around and heads towards the door.

"Thank you, Fresh," Cidra says dryly. Leaving him to his checking out. She picks up her chosen book and flips through it.

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