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Post by Brie on May 21, 2005 9:05:40 GMT -6
It hadn’t been difficult to decide who would be riding to the Callisto on the shuttle that arrived on the Agro Ship. The wounded were of course given first priority. Kyla, along with a doctor and another med tech send by the Callisto, watched over them. Pierce’s remaining followers, properly restrained, were also to return to the Callisto, guarded by Lieutenant Logan and a small group of Agro Ship workers. Ange, Star and Jeb were among them.
The shuttle received clearance and landed without instance. As Ange stepped off the shuttle a wave a feelings came over him. It had been a long time since he had been on a battlestar. Kyla was nervous. She had no idea what her fate would be. Everyone, including the prisoners, was taken to the med lab.
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Post by Brie on May 21, 2005 19:13:48 GMT -6
“Another unit of blood,” the surgeon told the operating med tech. “How she’s survived this long, I don’t know.”
“We’re getting low,” the med tech replied, hooking up the precious life fluid.
“It figures that she’d have a rare blood type,” the surgeon commented. He glanced at the assistant, sitting by a computer in the corner. “See who is available to donate. Check for anyone who might currently be on the Callisto.”
“Are you sure?” the med tech asked precariously. “With all this internal bleeding...”
“As long as she hasn’t given up, neither are we,” the surgeon replied.
“But we’re going to use up all our supplies on a criminal...”
“I have orders from Commander Sheba herself,” the doctor said. “We’re to treat Brie like she’s still Gold Squadron leader. And after all she’s done to fight against the Cylons, I would have anyway.”
“I’ve got the list,” the assistant said. “It’s not all that long. Alphabetically the first name is with the same blood type is Captain Amy.”
“Amy’s not able to donate,” the surgeon said coldly.
“Amy’s the first name?” the med tech was surprised. “Her mother is Abby, who would be before her alphabetically. She’s on the Callisto, I wonder why her blood type is different.”
“Amy probably inherited her blood type from her father,” the doctor replied, slightly upset at having to explain basic genetics. “Who’s next?”
“Ange,” the assistant replied. “He’s from the Agro Ship, but just shuttled over. It says here he’s in the waiting room at the micron. That’s it for the A’s.”
“Send a message, see if he’s able to give blood,” the doctor said. “Frack! We’ve got another bleeder! Whose name is next?”
“Boleman,” the assistant informed them.
“I doubt Brie would want HIS blood,” the med tech noted.
“It’s better than the alternative,” the assistant added.
“Just contact everyone on the list,” the doctor instructed. “The way she’s going, Brie’s going to need it.”
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Post by Brie on May 22, 2005 13:04:23 GMT -6
“Excuse me,” an orderly said loudly, “I’m looking for a man named Ange. Is he here?”
Ange, surprised to hear his name being called, stepped forward. “I’m Ange.”
“Follow me, please,” the orderly instructed. He led Ange into a small examination area.
Doc Bkj was waiting for them. “Did you receive any injuries during the fighting on the Agro Ship?” she asked.
“No, Ma’am,” Ange replied. “No more than a couple of cuts and bruises.”
Doc looked in his eyes and ears with a small light. “Any headaches or other signs of trauma? Ringing in the ears, anything like that?”
“No, Ma’am,” Ange repeated.
“Good,” Doc replied, sticking a thermometer in his mouth. While she was waiting she checked his blood pressure. “I hear you’re quite the hero,” she said, removing the thermometer.
“No, Ma’am,” Ange replied. “I was just doing my job. The real hero in all of this is Major Brie. I hope they will take what she’s done into consideration and give her a new Tribunal. How’s she doing? Any word?”
“I wanted to talk to you about that,” Doc told him, checking his reflexes. “She’s lost a lot of blood, and you’re the same rare blood type. Would you consider donating?”
“Of course!” Ange replied, happy to be able to do something to help.
Doc Bkj took a small sample of Ange’s blood and placed it in the analyzer. “No signs of infection,” she said. “You’re cleared to donate. Tell the orderly on your way out, he’ll take you where you need to go.”
“Thank you,” Ange said. “Is there anything else I can do?”
“If you’re a religious man, say a few prayers,” Doc answered. “Say them even if you aren’t. Brie needs all the help she can get.”
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Post by Brie on May 23, 2005 12:40:26 GMT -6
The small shuttle landed on the Callisto without much notice. The only person waiting in the landing bay was Commander Sheba. She had a smile on her face. A few people disembarked, but the person she was waiting for was nowhere to be seen. She climbed aboard the shuttle and quietly called out his name. “Apollo?”
“I’m up here,” was the reply. Sheba hurried to the cockpit, she should have known that Apollo would insist on flying his own shuttle. They hugged, the embrace of two friends who shared more than friendship. “What’s the latest?” he asked at last.
“Brie’s just come out of surgery,” Sheba informed him. “She’s in recovery. It’s touch and go.”
The fleet’s commander shook his head. “How did we get in this mess?”
“It’s not your fault,” Sheba reminded him. “It’s Pierce’s. And Brie would understand. Brie WILL understand. She’s a fighter, always has been.”
“Do you have the paperwork ready?” Apollo asked.
“All it needs is your signature,” Sheba said, “then everything will be made right again.”
“Not if Brie dies.”
Sheba put a hand on Apollo’s shoulder. “I do have some other news. They analyzed the hair and the cloth that was found outside the airlock. It was Pierce’s hair, alright, and there was a trace of his blood on the material. And his fingerprints were all over the airlock. It looks like he really did commit suicide.”
“The coward,” Apollo said, more to himself than to Sheba. “How about his surviving followers?”
“Most have been taken to the brig,” Sheba reported. “Trula and a couple others are staying in the med lab for observation, under guard, of course.”
“Better make sure that Brie’s guarded as well,” Apollo said.
“Already done,” Sheba responded. “Captain Urdea has stationed a couple of his best people right outside her door.”
“Good,” Apollo said. “Any word on the Livestock Ship?”
“No,” Sheba replied. “We know that the Gold Squadron team landed, but they’ve yet to report back.”
Apollo started towards the shuttle’s exit. “I’ll go sign those forms, and then I’m going to wait in recovery. Brie needs to hear from me that she has something to live for, since I'm the one who got her into this.”
Commander Sheba considered reminding him once again that it was Pierce's fault, but decided against it.
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Post by JustinB on May 23, 2005 19:01:06 GMT -6
It seemed like a whole cycle had past waiting for news on Brie. I knew though it had only been a centar or so. I would pace back and forth then sit for a while. I would then pop my head inside and ask if there was any news of Brie. The reply was always, "We will let you know Major if there is any news." Then I will would pace back and forth then sit for a while.
During this time of pacing and sitting, I could only think of one thing. Brie's last comments when she was in the Brig. She had been cold and callous. I blamed myself because I knew it had to do with me not testifying at her tribunal. If she died, I would resign my commission.
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Post by Logan on May 24, 2005 9:27:13 GMT -6
Logan was itching to get out of the med lab. She squirmed impatiently as the med tech finished patching up her shoulder. She'd stopped bothering to ask the girl any questions about Brie's condition. It did no good. All she knew was there had been a large amount of blood lost and surgery involved. The med lab was crowded and busy, everyone from the Agro Ship still getting checked out. Logan knew she had to file a report, but with Brie out of commission and Skyler off ship, she had no idea who was in charge of Gold Squadron at the moment. 'Guess I'll have to file an automated report in the ready room and hope it gets to whoever needs to see it,' she sighed. 'Excuse me,' said the tech, looking at her curiously. "Nothing. Are you done?' Logan hated the med lab, hated doctors in general. She'd spent enough time getting patched up from this or that injury, but she also remembered long nights sitting by bedsides of friends and family who hadn't made it. She knew that wasn't neccessarily the staff's fault, but she didn't spend anymore time in sickbays than she had to. The tech finally finished and Logan headed towards the door. She saw kyla sitting nervously in a corner and stopped briefly. "You ok?' she asked the girl. Kyla nodded. 'Yes, I think so. Do you think Major Brie will survive?' Logan could tell that Brie had made a huge impression on the girl in a short amount of time. She knelt in front of Kyla and placed her hand on the girl's shoulder. 'I don't know, but I hope so. The Fleet needs her.' Kyla nodded again and Logan left her alone. As she exited the med lab she almost ran into JustinB from Black Squadron, whom she had met on the Agro Ship. He had a preoccupied look on his face as he paced the hallway outside the med lab. When he saw her, he seemed to come back to himself. 'Lt., any news on Brie's condition?' he asked, worry evident in his tone. 'Afraid not. She lost a lot of blood. i don't know how she stayed upright and moving as long as she did.' Logan knew Brie had put off the pain and trauma of her wounds by sheer will to save those people. but the real mystery to Logan was Brie's revelation about being Amy's mother. Of course Brie had tried to play it off, but Logan wasn't so sure.
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Post by Col. Charybdis on May 24, 2005 10:21:32 GMT -6
I felt so helpless. I had been in the MedLab with Amy when they began bringing everyone in. Brie was first. I caught a glimpse of her lying there all but dead. She had been through so much. I had gone through the ringer with Amy in this condition, but now Brie? I wondered briefly is this all was worth it? Why be a warrior anymore. Let someone else do it...
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Post by Brie on May 24, 2005 12:06:09 GMT -6
Much to Brie’s surprise they were suddenly in a private recovery room of the Med Lab. She could see her own body lying on the bed. A med tech was checking on her.
“Back to reality, my love,” Turner said. “We need to talk. There’s not much time left until you have to make your decision.”
“What about Amy?” Brie asked. “Did Pierce kill her?”
“None of that really happened,” Turner reminded her, “but if your suicide attempt had been successful, yes, Pierce would have killed Amy. They decided to spare you having to watch it.”
“THEEEY?” Brie asked, using the same sweeping gesture that Turner had used earlier.
Turner smiled. “Yup. THEEEM. And THEEEY keep reminding me that you don’t have much time. Tell me, what are you thinking?”
Brie chose her words carefully. “Okay, maybe, at one time, some things that I did made a difference. But I don’t see what good I’ll be able to do if I go back to the brig.”
“What good?” Turner looked surprised. “Brie, after your conviction you were still able to help thwart Pierce’s takeover attempt! I’d say that’s a whole lot of good!”
“Because Pierce broke me out,” Brie reminded him. “There’s nothing that I can do for ten yahrens in a cell.”
“You don’t know that,” Turner told her. “The future is always in motion, no one can tell what will or won’t happen.”
“What would you have done?” Brie asked. “You also messed up Pierce’s plans, and you were killed for it. You had been promoted young, honored for bravery, there was so much good you could have accomplished. But you died.”
“I wasn’t offered the option,” Turner explained. “But I would have stayed. I would never have left you by choice.”
“But if I live now, I’m leaving you,” Brie said. “I want to be with you. That’s all I ever wanted.”
“No it’s not,” Turner replied, shaking his head. “And I’ll always be with you, you know that. What is it you’re really avoiding?”
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Post by Brie on May 25, 2005 12:42:23 GMT -6
After having donated blood, Boleman stayed in the Med Lab. He felt faint, not because of his contribution, the origin of his weakness was the paper in his hand. He had seen what Pierce had done with his own eyes on the monitor on the Callisto’s bridge, but somehow it still all felt surreal. He read the paper again. “Preliminary list of charges: Accessory to murder in the deaths of Captain Turner and Ensign Cal; the attempted murder of Major Brie; treason.” Boleman shook his head, still unable to believe it. He slowly, carefully rose to his feet. There was someone he needed to see.
“Are you feeling better, Protector Boleman?” a med tech asked.
“Yes,” he lied. “Any news on Brie?”
“She’s out of surgery,” the med tech replied. “I haven’t heard any official word, but rumor is that it’s touch and go. Like she’s lost the will to live.”
“Thank you,” Boleman said. He slowly walked away, dreading the upcoming conversation more with each step. He held his head up, took a deep breath, and approached the door.
A blackshirt stepped right in front of him. “No one is allowed in there,” he said firmly.
“I’m allowed, I’m a protector,” Boleman replied.
“Very well, Sir,” the blackshirt said. He keyed in a code and the door opened.
Boleman took several steps into the room. The patient in the bed was barely recognizable. Her face was covered with bruises and she had a large white bandage on her head. She had restraints on her wrists and ankles. “What the frack do you want?” she said with as much energy as she could muster.
“I...I,” Boleman stammered. He wasn’t sure what he should say. “I thought you might need legal representation. I can’t try the case myself, but I could recommend someone.”
“The only kind of legal help I want from you is a divorce,” Trula spat out.
Boleman walked closer and stood right next to his wife’s bed. “Trula, why? What happened? We were so happy.”
Trula laughed. “WE were never happy. The only man I’ll ever be happy with is Pierce.”
“Pierce is dead,” Boleman replied coldly.
Trula was silent for several microns. Apparently no one had told her. “No, that can’t be true. You can’t kill God.”
“He’s not God,” Boleman said. “And he is dead. He let himself out an airlock on the Agro Ship. Trula, how could you ever get involved with someone as twisted as he was?”
“Twisted?” Trula repeated. A tear was running down her cheek. “He was brilliant. He had such vision.” A faraway looked filled her eyes. “I had just started working on the Galactica when we met. He said that my position on the battlestar would sometime come in handy, which it did, when he needed to execute the Great Traitor.”
Boleman looked at the floor. “What about me?” he asked quietly.
Trula laughed again. “Remember how when we first met, I didn’t want anything to do with you? Pierce thought that my being around you would come in handy for him, which was why I agreed to see you and later take the seal. And you never caught on. But believe me, I don’t love you, and whenever we were together, I thought about Pierce instead.”
Boleman had heard enough. He started towards the door. “I’ll start working on the divorce, and I’ll let you find your own protector. Although if I were you, I’d just plead guilty.” He put a hand on the door.
“Boleman!” Trula called. He turned around. “How’s Brie?”
Boleman was hopeful for a micron, maybe there was still some compassion left in his wife. “She’s alive, but I hear she’s in pretty bad shape.”
“I hope she dies,” Trula replied.
Boleman left the room without looking back.
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Post by JustinB on May 25, 2005 19:15:02 GMT -6
"Lt., any news on Brie's condition?" I asked, with worry evident in my voice. " Afraid not. She lost a lot of blood." Logan replied.
"Thanks, Lieutenant," I said and she waked away.
"Major," I looked up and it was the med tech that was on the desk, "Brie has been transferred to a private room. She is listed as critical in room one."
I rushed towards Brie's room and got an unwelcome surprise when I got there. Outside her door were the lowest, most crooked blackshirts in the fleet Enoch and Jared.
"Major, you cannot be in here." Enoch stated.
"I don't care what your orders are you are not going to prevent me from seeing her," with my hand on my laser I continued, "Do you understand?" Realising I was one step ahead of them, they let me pass.
Brie was hooked up to so many medical devices that it took my breath away. It looked like she was dead she was so white. I picked up her left hand and held it ever so gently.
"Brie," I whispered, "No one has ever meant as much to me than you. It is my fault that I didn't testify for you and you were convicted. I am sure my testimony about what I saw on the ship would have set you free. Please don't die. I swear by The Lords of Kobol, if you pass away into the next world, I will resign my commission as punishment for failing to help you in your time of need. Please Brie, come back to us all that need you."
I found a chair and sat in it. With Bries hand still in mine, I prayed silently for Brie's life to be spared by the Lords.
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