PHD #279: GTFO
Summary: Vandenberg brings Ajax some good news, it's time to GTFO.
Date: 02 Dec 2041 AE
Related Logs: None.
Ajax Vandenberg 
Main Brig
Tiny and cramped, the Main Brig seems designed to be claustrophobic. The steel bars lining the three cells have been set into the steel bulkheads on each side. Inside each cell is a stainless steel toilet and a bunk that might be too short for some of the taller crewmembers. The dreary conditions don't seem to be helped by the presence of a Marine guard who is there twenty-four hours a day, as long as a prisoner is in custody. The whole room is under surveillance via camera system in the Security Hub and every visitor must sign-in and abide by the rules.
Post-Holocaust Day: #279

Getting into the later day, Vandenberg steps into the brig dressed in her combat blacks. She has her vest on a helmet cradled under one arm. The guard at the desk rises but she waves it away. It would appear she is not here to take a rotation on watch. Instead, she approaches Ajax's cell and stops on the other side. "Mister Dalton. I've heard back from JAG and Marine S2 about your request."

Ajax, is not reading at this moment, he is just pacing around his cell, looking slightly tired. He spots Vandenberg as soon as she walks inside and then walks closer to the bars "Ms. Vandenberg" says the man, showing a brief, very faint smile. "Do you now? And what is the final verdict?" He slides his arms forward, between the bars and crosses them over. "I'm going to assume that you lot have been rather busy, otherwise I could say you have some really really slow superiors." Another brief smile at this.

"I'd say it has more to do with the workload. At the moment JAG is in the process of moving on a case which has some rather broad implications across the fleet. When I tell you the decision, you'll understand why I cannot disclose more." Vandenberg takes a breath but does not look away from the man. She owes him this much. "JAG, with the agreement from Marine S-Two, has decided to release you and grant your request. You will be returned to Sagittaron and set down. Since they did not specify where, I'll assume that we can place you at a location of your choosing - providing its not within held, or previously held, SSLF territory. The provisions are another matter."

Ajax arches both eyebrows at the news "Saggitaron? They are going to go back to Saggitaron to set me down there?" There is another smile on his lips now, this one last longer "That's great news actually" He nods to this and then rubs his hands together. He probably has more weapons hidden there, provisions, food…the works. "Aigosthena maybe? That's where I was born. There's nothing much left there after the massacre, but it's a good place to start." He looks at her straight into her eyes and says "There is a part of me that wishes I could have joined the CMC, you would have enjoyed having me in your ranks"

"Aye. The directive allows for one Raptor only. Nobody wants to expend any more assets on this then we need to. You'll be escorted by a full Marine fireteam. I'll be supervising this transfer personally." She dips her head with the man's request. "We'll see what we can do. We won't be exposing our team to any risk avoidable so we'll have to check radiation levels and our last intel before we go." To the last, she allows a slight tilt of her head. "Maybe. Maybe not. You want to live up to the Corps code, Mister Dalton? If you run into any more survivors down there? You do right by them. Lead and set an example to be proud of. Never allow your temper to get the better of you and be sure that no matter who damned hard it might be, you make the right choice. Gods, Colonies, Corps. Three priorities, all in that order. You do that, we meet in the afterlife, I'll pin a rank on your collar myself."

Ajax nods in acceptance and then chuckles softly "Ms. Vandenberg, I haven't had issues with my temper in the last…oh, 6 years by now I think. Some of your lot landed on illogical conclusions about my behavior, but hey, I don't blame them, I wouldn't like me either" There is a brief smile there and he adds "If we meet again in the afterlife, I'll make sure to give you one big kiss…before or after taking you to dinner" Yes, yes he is glad that he is going to be released, even more glad that it's Saggitaron, he knows where to find his stuff there and he is damn sure that his equipment is still there. "Heck, I promise you this, Ms. Vandenberg…if I find survivors there, not only I will lead them, but we will beat the crap of some Cylons, steal a Heavy Raider and find you guys, so I can leave them with you and go back to Saggitaron"

The Lieutenant shrugs. "Everyone has their limits, Mister Dalton. Some people have a shorter temper. Mind your bearing at all times." The remark about the dinner and kiss gets a hint of a smile that might, at one point, have been a laugh. "Maybe. And only if you live up to it. I have high standards, Mister Dalton." She shifts the helmet under the crook of her arm. "If you can find us, we'll take anyone you can find. Just be sure you have some way to let us know you're friendly. Just don't deliver false hope." She stares all the way up at him, never taking her eyes from his own. "You'll be returned your sidearm with one round. No other provisions will be granted. No food, no anti-rads. I'll be returning the firearm and round to you at my discretion on the return trip. All that clear? I have to ask to be sure you are absolutely positive you want to do this."

"And high standards you should have, I agree." says Ajax, smiling at this "And hey, what's higher than me, right?" He winks at this, he is obviously teasing with the height thing. "And yeah, no problem. The gun and one round, that should be enough if you guys leave me where I requested." He nods once again, agreeing with Vandenberg's words. "No false hopes, but I can assure you of this…if there are Cylons down there, I'll make sure to make their lives a living hell." And he has the firepower to do so.

"I can't make promises about where, Mister Dalton. As I said, we will try. That's about all I can do. If the closest we can get you is one hundred miles, then that's the best we can do. I'm under strict orders that there is to be zero risk to our crews." Natalie chooses to brush off the initial statement, holding her own bearing as she speaks up to him. "Oo-rah, Dalton. Did a lot of that myself on Aerilon. Damned satisfying." She takes a breath and nods, looking away. "Alright, I've got the transport scheduled for tomorrow evening. I don't know what time we will put down on Sag for local. Is there anything else you need? A priest or priestess? We have to confiscate everything in your cell."

Ajax looks over his shoulder, at all the stuff in the cell. "Well, nothing here is mine really, so it would be just about…taking stuff back" He now shakes his head and adds "Don't worry, just drop me wherever you can and that will be fine. I have survived far worse situations. I estimate that at least, I'll leave past the first day" He smiles at this once again and then clears his throat "Sounds good, we leave tomorrow then" Yep, he is ready to go. He wants to GTFO that damn cell and back to Saggitaron "So tell me, Ms. Vandenberg. Do I get a hug after we part ways? I do give fantastic hugs…it's the build, you know?"

The woman chuckles at the last, shaking her head. "Sorry, Mister Dalton. By all rights you'd still be a convict and under sentence from the governing body. I'm not even supposed to make physical contact with you except for restraints or requirements of duty." She steps back from the cell, then. "Alright. Prep yourself. We're skids up at eighteen thirty tomorrow. We'll talk more in the Raptor. Sleep well." Vandenberg dips her head once more before turning to go.

"Quite a shame, quite a shame…" says Ajax now, still smiling at that "And yes, that I am, a Convict" The man nods firmly at this and he offers "Ready and waiting" beat "Sir" He stands straight and offers her a salute, as a sign of respect. Perhaps the only time he'll ever salute another person. "And thank you, for everything" With that, he turns around and sits on his bed, laying down after that, closing his eyes.

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