PHD #429: Signing Bannik Out
Signing Bannik Out
Summary: Bannik gets released from the brig.
Date: 1 May 2042 AE
Related Logs: All logs of Bannik in the brig.
Bannik Damon 
Main Brig — Deck Six — Battlestar Cerberus
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: #429

With the BUZZ of the door indicating a visitor, Bannik is on his feet. It's old habit for him now; almost Pavolian. Buzzer goes BUZZ and Bannik gets off his bunk to go to the bars to see who it is. This particular visitor, it seems, he's stunned to see. "Chief!"

"Bannik." Damon's voice sounds flat and drained. Bannik might think it's due to the Chief being angry or disappointed, but it's just the way he's been lately. He stops a few feet away from the cell and regards the Specialist for a moment with a blank look. "They treating you all right?"

"Besides, you know, being brigged, they're treating me pretty well." Bannik keeps his eyes on Damon, studying him closely. "You all right, Chief? What's going on?" Despite being on the wrong side of the bars, his voice is all concern for his boss in front of him.

"You seem to have a Gods-given gift for getting trouble," Damon says, but the statement isn't accompanied by the usual wry chuckle. "Don't worry about me, you've got enough on your own plate. When you're not busy writing manifestos." There's no biting sarcasm in his voice; if he were his usual self, they'd clearly be heard as jokes, but with his tone completely devoid of expression or emotion, it's hard to tell if they're rebukes or not. "The Master-at-arms is recommending charges of Unauthorized Absence for your stint with the Raptor. Command is issuing a Fleet Commendation Medal for your work against the hackers. Me, I'm here to get you out of this cell because I need you down on the Deck."

Blink. Blink. Blink. For about three seconds, Bannik is focused on himself. "Well, I guess that's just about throwing .500 right there, what with the medal, but then balanced by the charge and all." He lets out a heavy breath. "But of course, Chief. I'm really eager to get back to my work. But I think you — I think you need to talk to someone Chief. It can be me, if you want, or someone else, but you need to talk to someone."

"Everybody wants to talk," Damon mutters, almost to himself. "Talk about plans. Talk about resolving differences. Talk about peace and the future and - talk is shit, Bannik. Talk. Is shit." For the first time, there's some feeling behind his words. "Officers talk. We do. Talking to our birds won't get 'em fixed. Doing the repairs and maintenance will." By the end of his mini-rant, he sounds deflated. "And since we're talking about talking, I'm going to ask you a real stupid question, Bannik." A beat. "Are you a Cylon?"

"No, Chief. I'm not a Cylon. But I went to Gemenon and I talked to some and I think they hold the best hope for the future of the human race and I think people need to know that." Bannik puts it plain. "And let's get to work on that. I want to be out there, I want to be repairing Birds and taking care of maintenance and anything else you need. So — get me out and I'll make it happen. You can do whatever you want with my rank or anything like that; the pins on my neck don't matter. What I do is what matters."

Damon takes in what Bannik says in silence. "If you weren't so Gods-damned good at what you do…" he says quietly. He gestures over to the Marines to come unlock the cell and let the man out. "Bright and early tomorrow morning, Bannik. And I don't care what you do on the Deck as long as the job gets done, but keep your manifesto-writing work to off-hours. I'll be making it clear that nobody is to ask you about your Cylon visit or this alliance proposal during work hours."

Click goes the cell. Out comes the Bannik. "Thank you, Chief. It'll get done. And if you need anything. You know. On the Deck or off. You know who to call." And he seems serious about that part. "Is there anything else?"

"…Thanks," Damon says, but it's got that 'thanks but no thanks' kind of hollowness to it. "That's all." And that's the abrupt end to their conversation. The Chief heads over to sign whatever paperwork he's got to go through in order for Bannik to get back to his own rack.

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