| Passing Off the Manifesto |
| Summary: | Bannik manages to get Sofia his Manifesto. |
| Date: | 30 Apr 2042 AE |
| Related Logs: | None. |
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| Main Brig — Deck Six — Battlestar Cerberus |
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| 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: #428 |
Sofia has come, as promised! She wasn't able to bring much with her except herself. She is duly patted down, signed in and allowed to go through. She kind of watches the Marine a moment, but meanders along as soon as she's able to. She smiles, peering into the steel barred cells. "Hey!"
Bannik gets to his feet, off of his bunk, and makes his way to the bars. "Sofia! Hey! It's good to see you again. I'm so glad that you could come on down. You doing all right? You doing okay with your break-up thing?" Just like Tyr: to ask about her first.
Sofia smiles, seeing Bannik awake. She blushes, touched by his concern. "Yeah, it's alright. It was more a drifting apart really. Nice guy, just way different schedules." She shrugs, accepting it. She seems faintly sad for a second but it fades. "I'm glad to come by too. I'm still worried about you," She admits. "I'm well enough. How about you?" She peers over.
Bannik shrugs his shoulders. "I'm all right. You know. Just trying to keep busy down here." He gestures around the cell that has been his bunk for the last week or so. "Just waiting for Damon to decide what to do with me. I think it's up to him whether, you know, I stay here or not." He shrugs. "So — just waiting." A pause. "So. Hey. You willing to — take care of that thing for me?"
Sofia nods. "I wish I could bring you a book or something at least," She frowns. She rubs the back of her head. "I keep trying to catch him but I think they greased the chief up so that's impossible," She sighs and wrinkles her nose, pouting a little. "They should let you out. All you were doing was listening and being merciful really," She considers. "Um. Yeah. I can use a copy machine no problem…" Nod.
"I appreciate that, Sofia. On both parts, that is. I mean, I wish I could read some, too, but, you know." Bannik shrugs his shoulders. "I guess that's why its the Brig and not an amusement park." Even as he's talking, he moves a little bit so that Sofia is blocking the guard's view of him. "Sawyer thinks that we're more here for our safety than, you know, charges."
Sofia tilts her head. She looks thoughtful at his words. She's a good block at least. Her eyebrows furrow. "Still, a book or a newspaper is more humane than nothing," She notes. "I think Sawyer is right though. Considering how that one lady reacted to Eleven…" A shiver at the memory. "And the time my locker got set on fire or the people who got beaten… yeah, pretty much anyone who says anything beyond 'set Cylons on fire'…" She looks pained and sighs. "I hope things can change now that we've seen what raw hate does."
"I hope so, too, but I doubt it." Bannik reaches into the pocket of his greens, then, and slips out two folded octagonal pieces of paper, reaching out slightly through the bars to tuck in into the pants. "I mean, look at us. I didn't get taken to the Commander. I got slapped in the Brig. The Master-at-Arms recommended I get demoted for all of this."
Sofia nods sadly. "I'm kinda jealous, I'd have liked to have seen it all," She smiles faintly. She'll take the note then and make sure it's safe. She points out, "I think Constin is more mad about the sneaking out than the Gemenon bit. He's super strict about the rules," She points out. "He feels you ditched your station by going instead of staying." She shakes her head. "Not that I'm defending him. I really hope they don't demote you, not after all your hard work."
Bannik pauses for a moment at that. "Well, maybe if everything works out, you will. That's why I need to get the word out. To convince people they need to get down there and work with them, not just, you know, fret about things." A pause. "You'll get copies leaked of that? Promise?"
Sofia smiles. "I hope so," Sofia nods. "I'll do my best. I can be sneaky about it," She promises. She keeps the note tucked away neatly. "So I don't get the berths almost burned down again," She sighs. "But I promise." She holds up a hand. "I want to believe in them too."
"Me, too. But I do believe in them. I believe in all of this. Just — yeah. This needs to get out. I've been telling everyone that comes here, but not everyone comes. So this needs to get out." Bannik reaches out through the bars and gives Sofia's hand a firm squeeze. "I love you, Sofia. Thanks for taking care of this for me. I really do appreciate it."
"I think what someone does makes them good or bad, not their species," Sofia admits. She smiles faintly and gently squeezes his hand back. She blushes. "Thank you, Tyr. I - love you too." D'aw. "No worries. It's what friends are for, right?"
Bannik grins and gives Sofia a wink. "I really appreciate having you as one, though." And so he then takes a step back and goes back to his bunk. So while Sofia may get patted down on the way out, who would notice two little slips of paper?
Sofia blushes and smiles at the wink. "And I you. Even if I'm kind of oblivious sometimes," She nods. "Be well, Tyr. Please stay safe." She submits to being patted down and such as she goes.
My name is Tyr Bannik and I collaborated with Cylons.
Let me back up a bit. During the chaos of 15 April, I was dispatched with Sawyer Averies to reset a router in a repair bay. While there, I found Cerberus personnel sabotaging our ship to assist Areion. In their clutches was Trevor McQueen, who was trying to stop them. We did stop them and in what followed, McQueen ushered me and Sawyer into a Raptor. He told us it was because he knew how to attack Areion. The truth was much better; he knew the way forward for humanity.
Trevor McQueen is a skinjob; a humanoid Cylon; a Two; a saboteur. But there's only one thing: He's not a saboteur. McQueen - as a Cylon he uses his middle name, Cairn, as his given name - turned on his programming. When the orders came for him to "take out" any non-cooperating Colonial vessels, he didn't do it. He chose to ally with us. I challenge the Military Police to link any act of sabotage on this vessel back to Cairn. I'll bet all my drink vouchers that they won't be able to do it.
Cairn took us to Gemenon, where we met with representatives of the Twos and the Elevens, the models that have refused to try to destroy us. All that you've heard in the leaked recon and after-action reports is true. There are humans on Gemenon; they are living in harmony with Cylons; they have found drawings that are from the time of the Exodus.
While we were on Gemenon, the Twos and Elevens shared with us incredible news: They believe that what lies inside the Temple of Aphrodite may point the way towards a place where humans can live, separate from Cylons. They want to work with us. With their help, they think we can stop running. We can find a place to call Home once more and lay down our burdens, no longer fight. But to decipher what lies inside the Temple, they need our help. And they asked us, when we came back, to share that news with you. That is what I am doing now.
I don't believe that Gemenon is a trap; I don't believe this is an elaborate ploy. I believe that the Twos and the Elevens, Cairn and Sarah - the Eleven that flew us back to Cerberus and knew it might well be a one-way trip, which it was — truly do believe the way forward is through Cylon-Human cooperation.
I know people are mad at what the Cylons did to the Colonies; I know I am. Mad is hardly a word to do it justice. But the War isn't still going; it's over. We lost. The question is what we do now, and I think the Twos and the Elevens have presented the best hope possible for the human race; cooperation, not destruction.
Rudy Kepner showed us what that untamed, unbridled hatred leads to. As the Twos and Elevens overcame their programming and refused to harm humans, so we too must overcome our base instincts if we are to work with them and lead the way forward. I cannot say that all the answers lie on Gemenon; but I can say that Hope lies there, and Hope is what we need.
I believe that we are all players in a story that has happened before and that will happen again. But while the story's beginning and end are foretold in the Scrolls, what happens while it takes place is for us to decide. We need to decide to go to Gemenon.
So my name is Tyr Bannik and I collaborated with Cylons. I collaborated with them when I asked how we could help them and how they can help us. I collaborated with them when I prayed with the humans they lived with. I collaborated with them when I brought tales of Cerberus - a ship they speak of like a god — and Hope to them. I am a Cylon collaborator and I pray our Fleet will be too.