Post by Brie on Jan 3, 2006 10:41:59 GMT -6
The first thing that Brie did was change into the uniform that was waiting in her closet. It had been so long! After her false conviction she had been given a prison uniform to wear, followed by some civilian clothes on the Agro Ship, and then the hospital gown. It dawned on her that some of the strange looks that she had received while being wheeled to her quarters probably had something to do with her attire, most people on the Callisto had never seen her out of uniform. Changing was more difficult than she had imagined, she couldn't wait to get her strength back! She then wheeled herself over to her computer.
The next thing that she did was check on Amy's status. She was listed as "Improving, but guarded." There was also a note on Amy's chart that all visitors needed to be approved by Abby. That was good, at least it would keep Ange away. “Uncle my foot.” Brie quickly typed Abby a message:
"Abby,
I'd really like to see you. I'd also like the chance to visit your daughter. Please let me know when either of things would be possible.
Major Brie"
The next thing that Brie did was check on Justin's mission. She learned that Major Lucian, along with Captain Stadia and Ensign Dolet, had launched for the search-and-rescue. “An ensign?” Brie complained out loud. She vaguely remembered hearing something about Dolet, she was pretty sure that he had been on the Agro Ship. “I hope Lucian knows what he’s doing.”
Brie then proceeded to check her messages. There were several, including from both battlestar Commanders and President Tigh. Although mostly ceremonial, it made her feel good that the most important people in the fleet cared enough to drop her a line. She scanned the other names, looking absentmindedly for Charybdis. She wasn’t surprised, there was nothing from him. In the back of her brain she had a nagging feeling that Turner wanted her to see him, but how could that be? Turner was dead. She continued to read. One name caught her eye.
“Major,
It has been brought to my attention that some members of Bronze Squadron seem to have a problem with the newly returned Lieutenant Astraea. Although no bodily harm has been reported, apparently they’ve enjoyed leaving her ‘reminders’ of her time in Cylon captivity. Two warriors have already been disciplined. If you hear of any other inappropriate behavior by members of Bronze Squadron, please contact me immediately.
Major Jorlan
Commanding Officer
Bronze Squadron
P.S. - I’m glad you’re not dead.”
Brie smiled while reading the post script. What had started as a mutual hatred had evolved into begrudging respect for each other. He had really come through for her at her tribunal. She continued to smile. “No, Brie,” she said out loud, “you’re in enough trouble already with Skyler and Justin. You don’t need to think about anyone else.”
Reminded by the note about Astraea, Brie checked on her status. The first thing that she noticed was that she had been assigned private quarters by the Gold Squadron quartermaster. “Since when does GS have a quartermaster?” she asked, not noticing that she was now asking herself questions. “I hope he doesn’t like the job, because I’ve always handled squadron housing assignments, and I’m not giving it up.” She wrote him a quick note, stating that his services would no longer be needed. She then decided to write to Astraea. It was a hard message to write, after all, Brie had assigned her to the mission where she had been left for dead and she then spent the next five yahrens in Cylon captivity. That was the chance anyone took when enlisting, Astraea had known the risks. Still, wouldn’t part of Astraea blame Brie for what had happened? She started to type.
“Lieutenant Astraea,
I need to speak with you. I would have contacted you earlier, but I’ve been in Sick Bay. Please meet me tomorrow at the beginning of second cycle, in the Gold Squadron Ready Room. As I am temporarily in a wheelchair, it’s easier for me to get around there than in my office.
I look forward to seeing you again.
Major Brie”
After sending the correspondence, Brie started to read Astraea’s reports. As fascinating as they were, her overtaxed body couldn’t take it, and soon she fell fast asleep at her computer.
The next thing that she did was check on Amy's status. She was listed as "Improving, but guarded." There was also a note on Amy's chart that all visitors needed to be approved by Abby. That was good, at least it would keep Ange away. “Uncle my foot.” Brie quickly typed Abby a message:
"Abby,
I'd really like to see you. I'd also like the chance to visit your daughter. Please let me know when either of things would be possible.
Major Brie"
The next thing that Brie did was check on Justin's mission. She learned that Major Lucian, along with Captain Stadia and Ensign Dolet, had launched for the search-and-rescue. “An ensign?” Brie complained out loud. She vaguely remembered hearing something about Dolet, she was pretty sure that he had been on the Agro Ship. “I hope Lucian knows what he’s doing.”
Brie then proceeded to check her messages. There were several, including from both battlestar Commanders and President Tigh. Although mostly ceremonial, it made her feel good that the most important people in the fleet cared enough to drop her a line. She scanned the other names, looking absentmindedly for Charybdis. She wasn’t surprised, there was nothing from him. In the back of her brain she had a nagging feeling that Turner wanted her to see him, but how could that be? Turner was dead. She continued to read. One name caught her eye.
“Major,
It has been brought to my attention that some members of Bronze Squadron seem to have a problem with the newly returned Lieutenant Astraea. Although no bodily harm has been reported, apparently they’ve enjoyed leaving her ‘reminders’ of her time in Cylon captivity. Two warriors have already been disciplined. If you hear of any other inappropriate behavior by members of Bronze Squadron, please contact me immediately.
Major Jorlan
Commanding Officer
Bronze Squadron
P.S. - I’m glad you’re not dead.”
Brie smiled while reading the post script. What had started as a mutual hatred had evolved into begrudging respect for each other. He had really come through for her at her tribunal. She continued to smile. “No, Brie,” she said out loud, “you’re in enough trouble already with Skyler and Justin. You don’t need to think about anyone else.”
Reminded by the note about Astraea, Brie checked on her status. The first thing that she noticed was that she had been assigned private quarters by the Gold Squadron quartermaster. “Since when does GS have a quartermaster?” she asked, not noticing that she was now asking herself questions. “I hope he doesn’t like the job, because I’ve always handled squadron housing assignments, and I’m not giving it up.” She wrote him a quick note, stating that his services would no longer be needed. She then decided to write to Astraea. It was a hard message to write, after all, Brie had assigned her to the mission where she had been left for dead and she then spent the next five yahrens in Cylon captivity. That was the chance anyone took when enlisting, Astraea had known the risks. Still, wouldn’t part of Astraea blame Brie for what had happened? She started to type.
“Lieutenant Astraea,
I need to speak with you. I would have contacted you earlier, but I’ve been in Sick Bay. Please meet me tomorrow at the beginning of second cycle, in the Gold Squadron Ready Room. As I am temporarily in a wheelchair, it’s easier for me to get around there than in my office.
I look forward to seeing you again.
Major Brie”
After sending the correspondence, Brie started to read Astraea’s reports. As fascinating as they were, her overtaxed body couldn’t take it, and soon she fell fast asleep at her computer.