| Making Good |
| Summary: | Kadena keeps her promise to Eleven by passing on a message. Tillman is the lucky one to receive it. |
| Date: | 25 Jul 2041 AE |
| Related Logs: | Eleven logs, etc. |
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| Executive Officer's Quarters |
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| A decent-sized room for a personal quarters, the XO's cabin has few of the plush amenities of the Admiral's but still retains a few more touches than would normally be found elsewhere. There are bookshelves that are stacked neatly beside a line of lockers. The standard-sized bunk is built into the wall with a few cabinets overhead for storage. The desk is a standard issue piece of furniture and so is the chair that comes with it, but there is a plain blue couch against the wall near the door and a respectably-sized blue rug lain out in front of it. This room also has a personal bathroom that holds a cramped shower, toilet, and sink area that is separated by a thin wooden door painted to the same color as the walls. |
| Post-Holocaust Day: #149 |
The hatch to the XO's Quarters is cracked, the Marine guards out front standing as they normally would. Inside, Tillman is sitting at his desk. There's also a new addition to the quarters: A large unit flag from the CMC 96th Armored Division. Ribboned under it are the words 'audemus jura nostra defendere' - We Dare Defend Our Rights. Its hung on the wall in full view of anyone who enters. Meanwhile, the man toils on his paperwork.
The hatch is opened for Kadena only to actually be closed behind her once she has stepped past its threshold, dressed in her scrubs instead of the crinkly bio suit she was wearing last night. If the relaxed expression is any indication, these are the clothing she feels most comfortable with. "Sir." Snapping to attention, she pulls her gaze directly before her, her posture just shy of absolutely perfect. "Thank you for allowing me to meet with you."
Tillman looks up at the hatch as she enters and nods. "As you were, Lieutenant. Please, take a seat." Pen still in hand, he gestures to a chair on the other side of the desk. "Heard you all had one helluvan experience over there, yeah?" He lofts a brow and settles back in the chair. "So, what'd you want to see me about?"
Kadena sits promptly, not making the Major wait for his offer to be taken up on. "It was…something, yes, sir," she says with a slight smile; as awful as it was it was also an experience, one she is grateful for beyond measure even if it was horrible at the same time. "I promised someone I'd pass on a message, sir. I probably should have gone to the CO himself but got the feeling you might want to hear this as well." Wetting her lips, she pauses to think. "Sir, I've heard rumors that you've spoken to the Cylon prisoner who went by the designation Eleven. Is that correct?" Keeping herself busy, the majority of what she hears is scuttlebutt with very little of it followed up on as she just does not have the time to do so.
Tillman keeps his eyes settled on Kadena, fingers slowly steepling in front of him while his elbows rest on the chair arms. "Anything having to do with the Eleven isn't strictly my providence, but I handle most of the information surrounding it. I understand from the After Action Report that after she died in the Raptor, you all encountered her again on the station. To what ends?" That's one way to confirm it.
"She didn't die, sir," Kadena murmurs while looking at the Major, clearly confused. "She was at the base. She was in this tub. Think she called it a birth chamber or something akin to that. There was recognition to be found with more than one person. She knew us. Or at least of us. And someone did call her by that designation, sir." A hand lifts and a knuckle is ground into the corner of her eye. "She wanted us to know something and I promised to pass this onto Command, sir." Looking around, she chews on her lower lip before asking bashfully, "Is there any chance that I can get a glass of water, please?"
"Yeah, I know. She called it 'resurrection' or something along those lines. When that body on the Raptor died, the way she described it, her memories and consciousness uploaded somehow. It was all recompiled and I guess downloaded into that new body you all saw. Which tells us something about the speed that they can do that." Tillman nods to her last request and punches a button on the wall speaker. "Petty Officer. I need a pitcher of water and a cup of coffee, please." There's a quick response. It'll probably be up in a few minutes. "Yeah, it was probably Sergeant Constin. That Marine did a few interrogations of her. Some with me. So what's this information?"
A smile. That is what Clive's given as thanks, the flow of the conversation uninterrupted. "She said there's another one aboard the Cerberus, sir. Another one like her. His name was not known to her but he'll want to help us. I suppose it's a matter of time before he's revealed to us." The nurse has been sitting with her hands in her lap the entire time she's been sitting but they are now clasped to her knees, her knuckles turning white for how tight she holds on.
That probably wasn't what Tillman was expecting to hear. Though it doesn't seem to totally shock him, either. "The model known as Yazdah said something similar on Leonis, from what I understand. That's independent confirmation." His fingers slide together and form a closed fist. "If this other model, be it a he or a she, wants to help us, it ought to show itself." He deadpans that. "Though I suspect that it is helping us by not blowing up any more of our aircraft." A grunt. "What else did it pass along? Any more information about the identity? Clues?"
"I guess he will make himself known when it is the right time, sir. Not a moment before and not a hair after. It'll undoubtedly be a test of our patience, being forced to wait, but we don't have any options, do we?" Kadena has been known to show great patience when it is needed but there's something about her manner now that makes it abundantly clear that this is going to be a test of that. When asked if there was anything else Eleven said she shakes her head, frowning. "No sir. She had said a lot but not about this man. What she spoke about was mostly a god…a singular god, not the Lords of Kobol…and her mission. I believe she felt her helping us was preordained, Major. As if she was destined to do so." She looks down and adds, "There was one more thing she did say, sir."
Tillman grunts once more. "It'll make itself known when it feels like it. We'll see about that, won't we? I think the other one said something about not forcing it into a corner, but it would otherwise remain hidden and help us." The man unclasps his hands and lets his arms rest on the chair. "Yeah, she talked a lot about a singular God. The Sister talked to her about it at some length. Pretty interesting interview, actually." He takes a long breath. "Okay, so what else?" The Major inclines his head as if insisting she continue. Its about this time that the hatch opens and a young PO3 brings in a tray with a cup of coffee and a pitcher of watch (with a glass). She gives a quick salute and departs with a simple 'Thank you' from the XO.
Kadena doesn't let herself be idle and pours herself a glass once the pitcher is brought in. "Thank you, sir." She does allow herself a moment to take several sips, her throat no longer dry which makes speaking easier for her. "There was a simple two-word sentence she uttered at one point. 'No resurrection'. With you having mentioned how they can be reborn, I am assuming she meant that there will be no rebirth for her. Eleven truly died when she blew up the base, sir. Eleven is gone."
The Major listens without much of a reaction except the turn down of his eyes. There's a soft 'Mmm' from him as he thinks that over. "She was very adamant about not being killed if there was any chance she could wake up back in the hands of the Cylons. Somehow, that doesn't shock me that she chose that option." There's a long exhale from him. "Damned shame. I was hoping she could guide us to finding more like-minded Cylons if this attack had come off as we'd hoped. Which, it did. Better than we'd anticipated." He's not quite sad but there's a subdued air around him before he finally looks back. "Okay. Thanks for the information, Lieutenant."
It's hard to give the news of someone's death, it being one of those things that Kadena has never gotten used to and it is especially difficult now as Eleven seems to have become an important asset to the fleet. "I am so very sorry to have to tell you this, Major. I hate being the harbinger of news like this." The glass is put back on the tray, the water within it holding no more interest to her. "You're very welcome, Major. If you'll excuse me. I got some specimens I need to catalog and prepare for examination." Standing, she salutes the Major. "Ah, yes. Forgot. You'll have a video coming your way as soon as I can upload it and all that."
Tillman delivers a solemn nod to Kadena. "Of course. Well, its better to know than not. It also gives me some relief that she won't be passing on what she know. Bitter-sweet and all." He taps his temple with two fingers to her salute. "Look forward to the video, Lieutenant. Thank you for the time."