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Post by Brie on Feb 26, 2005 15:33:10 GMT -6
Major Buellah had been stuck on the Callisto since the Tribunal. He had been making arrangements to return to the CQ when Captains Amy and Lazant had been discovered alive, and he had stayed ever since at the insistence of Commander Sheba. He felt useless on the Callisto, like he was just taking one cycle after another off. He longed for nothing more than to be able to return home, to no longer face the stares and murmurs of those on the Callisto who did not agree with the outcome of the Tribunal. If they only knew.
He returned to the Callisto bridge to once again seek out Commander Sheba, and was slightly frustrated when he discovered that she wasn�t there. He was about to go looking for her when an alarm sounded. He knew immediately that it wasn�t Cylons, but it still sounded ominous. �What�s going on?� he asked Major Joey.
Joey glared at him. She and Brie had at one point in time been roommates, and she wasn�t at all happy with what Buellah had done to her friend. �It�s the brig,� she replied with a small amount of satisfaction in her voice. �Some type of blackout.�
�Tell the medlab to release the anaesthesine vapor immediately!� Buellah ordered. Joey just stared at him. �Or wait, and have the other prisoners running free around the Callisto.� Joey relayed the order to the Med Lab, she knew he was right. �Tell Commander Sheba that I�m on top of things,� Buellah continued, starting to walk towards the exit, �and contact Officers Enoch and Jared. Tell them to meet me at the brig. And allow no ships to takeoff!� Major Buellah left, running faster than he had in a long time. He had a bad feeling growing in the pit of his stomach.
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Post by Brie on Feb 27, 2005 8:16:50 GMT -6
In record time Major Buellah reached the brig. The guards on duty were asleep, empty cups next to them, apparently they had been slipped a mild sedative. He shook one of them and woke him up. With the help of the sleepy guard the lights were turned back on and all the cell doors were closed once again.
Buellah walked through the women’s section of the brig. Almost immediately he saw the two other female prisoners sound asleep, the effects of the anaesthesine vapor. They would probably be out for a while. Buellah continued down the corridor with dread to the last cell on the left. Why they had kept Brie so far away from everyone else he didn’t understand. He wasn’t surprised by what he saw. The cell was empty.
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Post by Brie on Feb 28, 2005 15:07:33 GMT -6
Returning to the brig entrance to report his findings, Major Buellah was greeted by Officers Enoch and Jared. “How could this happen?” Jared asked.
“Let’s go into the main security office,” Buellah said. “We’ll figure something out.” The three of them walked silently into the office.
Immediately they noticed that something was wrong. Shown on the monitors was Brie, lying down, the covers over her head. “She likes to do that a lot,” the blackshirt watching the monitors remarked. He didn’t seem to think that there was anything wrong.
"Has anything unusual happened today?” Buellah asked.
“Brie was upset about something, a lot of pacing,” the man replied. “Then she grew tired, and lied down. She’s been asleep ever since.”
“And nothing else happened?”
The blackshirt thought. “The monitor went off for, oh, I don’t know, about fifteen or twenty microns. But then it went back on.”
Enoch pushed a couple of buttons. “You idiot!” He exclaimed. “That’s not Brie, you’re watching a tape of her! Looks like you have been for at least a centar! You’re relieved of your responsibilities until Captain Urdea figures out what to do with you. Now go!” Enoch spoke with such force that the other officer just stood up and walked out.
“Captain Urdea is busy investigating Elmer’s murder,” Jared reminded his partner.
“I know,” Enoch replied. “But now we have some privacy to figure out where Brie is.”
“And how she escaped,” Buellah added. “Try the transmitter. We should be able to find her by tracking that, especially since she doesn’t know she’s wearing one.”
Enoch typed a few commands into the computer. “The signal is coming from the Laundry Room,” he replied.
“I’ll go,” Jared suggested. “I’ll be in contact as soon as I find her.” He grabbed a portable transmitter.
“I’ll go with you,” Enoch told him.
“No,” Buellah said quickly. “We need to figure out how she escaped to begin with. Obviously she wasn’t working alone.”
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Post by Brie on Mar 1, 2005 6:41:11 GMT -6
Major Buellah sat impatiently next to Officer Enoch, waiting to find out the results. He was sure that Jared would find Brie, and that she’d soon be back in the brig. He wouldn’t let his mind consider any other possibility. If anything happened to Brie, it was all his fault. Even if he was just following orders.
He relayed the information so far back to Major Joey on the bridge. She informed him that a Black Squadron patrol was scheduled to launch soon, and that the vipers would be be checked thoroughly to make sure there weren’t any stowaways.
“Whoa,” Enoch said, staring at the screen. “I don’t believe it.”
“What?” Buellah asked anxiously.
“It was so simple,” Enoch replied, half to himself. “A simple series of commands that allowed him to get into classified files, open doors, turn off the cameras, pretty much do anything he wanted including flushing any turboflush on the whole stinking ship by remote. I doubt that when Commander Sheba gave him these codes she ever thought he’d use them to break Brie out of the brig.”
“Who?” Buellah was growing increasingly frustrated.
“Major Skyler.”
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Post by Brie on Mar 2, 2005 6:08:17 GMT -6
Officer Jared knew every shortcut on the Callisto, so he was at the Laundry Room in no time at all. The portable transmitter that he carried showed that the signal hadn’t moved. That was potentially bad. He entered the Laundry Room and followed the signal to a huge bin. He started digging through dirty clothes, hoping to find Brie at the bottom. After being hit by a terrible smell, he discovered the Prison Barge uniform that he had been tracking.
Back in the security office, Major Buellah was glad to finally hear from Jared. “Is she there?” were the first words out if his mouth.
“Negative,” Jared replied. “Just the dirty uniform. It’s, um, covered with vomit. She must have come here to find something else to wear. Maybe she knew about the transmitter.”
“Or maybe she just needed clean clothes,” Enoch mumbled.
“Thanks. Meet me on the bridge. Major Buellah out.” Buellah sighed. He knew what he had to do. He turned on the ship-wide intercom system. “Attention all warriors and Security Officers. This is Major Buellah. I need every available man and woman to meet me immediately in the Commander’s Briefing Room off of the bridge. This is an emergency. I repeat, every available warrior and Security Officer is to meet me in the Commander’s Briefing Room off of the bridge immediately. Thank you.” Buellah then placed a quick call to Boleman. This was one meeting that he would want to be a part of.
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Post by Brie on Mar 2, 2005 12:32:45 GMT -6
Before the meeting Major Buellah was finally able to talk with Commander Sheba. He filled her in on Brie’s disappearance. She gave him full authority to run the investigation, in fact, anything that he did would be considered her orders as well. He knew that there would be people who would be upset by this, people with the same rank or higher, but it didn’t matter. He was one of the few who knew the whole story, and nothing was more important than finding Brie.
By the time that Major Buellah and Officer Enoch reached the bridge, the Commander’s Ready Room was already filling up. Although he knew that more people would be coming, he realized that the sooner they started to look, the sooner they would find Brie. He stood at the front of the room and it went silent when he held up his hand. He took a deep breath before he began.
“I know that there are a lot of ill feelings towards me because of the conviction of Major Brie.” He purposely used her rank, knowing how many of them refused to refer to her as anything else. “But I’m asking you now to put all of that aside. Brie needs your help. She escaped from the brig not long ago.” Much to Buellah’s surprise, there was a small round of applause from some of the warriors. “I need you to pair off and go looking for her. We have to search every space possible until we find her. Brie’s safety is at risk here.” Buellah paused, hoping that everyone would see the seriousness of the situation. “I’m working under Commander Sheba’s full authority, so this is an order. Now we’ll need to assign each pair a territory to search.”
In no time at all most of the Callisto was covered. The parts that weren’t yet assigned would be when a few more people arrived. Buellah worried about the blackshirts. Although most of them felt some sort of allegiance to Brie because of a problem caused by some of their number a few yahrens earlier, warriors and security didn’t often mix for good reasons. Just one bad feeling from one person could cost Brie her life. “Set your weapons for stun,” Buellah ordered. “If Brie is injured by any of you, you’ll be finishing her sentence in the brig. Any questions?” No one asked any. “Good. Now go find Brie. And if anyone sees Major Skyler, I need to speak with him immediately.”
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Post by Brie on Mar 3, 2005 15:19:23 GMT -6
After the speech Boleman pulled Major Buellah over to the side. “You don’t think that she’s with...”
“All signs point to her having escaped,” Buellah said quickly. “The codes used to break her out are assigned to Major Skyler. I hear they’re pretty close.”
“Yeah,” Boleman agreed, “that’s what she told me back on the Galactica.”
“I just don’t understand why she would try to escape,” Buellah commented. “It’s not like there’s any place for her to go.”
Boleman thought for a micron. “Amy!”
“What about her?” Buellah asked. “Isn’t she surviving only through life support?”
“Brie was adamant about seeing her,” Boleman remembered. “As you well know, she only agreed to the modified charges because I promised her I’d try to arrange a visit. When I didn’t...”
“I need to stay here,” Buellah said quickly. “You take Enoch and Jared with you, go stake out Amy’s room. Brie needs to be found quickly.”
Boleman motioned to the two blackshirts. “And if it’s not what we think?”
Buellah sighed. “It just has to be.”
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Post by Skyler on Mar 3, 2005 22:06:46 GMT -6
Skyler entered the room as Boleman and the two security guards were leaving. He was slightly out of breath, having ran the entire way after hearing that Brie was missing.
"Buellah, what the Frack is going on? Where's Brie?"
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Post by Brie on Mar 6, 2005 8:32:02 GMT -6
"Where's Brie?" Buellah repeated calmly. "That's EXACTLY what I want to know. And since your security code was used to break her out of the brig, Major, you're going to tell me."
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Post by Brie on Mar 12, 2005 20:23:46 GMT -6
Boleman realized that if Brie had planned to break out of the brig, it was for a reason. There was obviously something that she wanted to do, or someone that she wanted to see, but couldn’t. After Enoch and Jared were well hidden in the Med Lab [see “U is for Urdea”, March 5] Boleman decided to check the one other place that Brie might be. Although he was more out of shape than he cared to admit, he ran all the way to his own temporary quarters on the Callisto.
Truth be told, he couldn’t wait to return home to the Galactica. His quarters there were so spacious that he sometimes almost felt guilty. On the Callisto he had not much more than a bed, a dresser, a closet and a turboflush. Still, there were places to hide. He stopped at his door and puffed for several microns, trying to get his breath back. He keyed in his code. “Trula?” he called. “Honey, you here?” There was no answer. He closed the door behind him and started to search. He knew that Brie had questions and if he found her he was going to tell her everything, no matter how much trouble he would get in himself.
Although it soon became obvious that he was alone Boleman realized quickly that something was wrong. The closet was all but empty. He and his wife hadn’t brought much with them to the Callisto, but all of Trula’s things were gone, as was the bag that she had brought with her from the Galactica. He doubted that Brie had taken them, if she needed clothes she could have stolen some from the Laundry Room and besides that, Brie was quite a bit taller than Trula. It just made no sense. He sat down to think, absentmindedly turning on his IFB monitor.
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