Post by artus on May 23, 2008 8:45:56 GMT -6
Well, they certainly weren’t kidding about being dedicated. However Artus couldn’t help but wonder, as he was dusting down his uniform, if there really was no other way that things like this could be done.
Rubbing his wrists he really had to agree with the age old joke about fleet security. You don’t have to be a sadistic brute to work there, but it certainly does help. This kind of treatment almost made you wonder if it was all worth it.
So what if he had a hole in his mind that was bigger than the Nova of Madagon, but for Sagan’s sake, it was not as if he could do anything about that. And agreed, his behaviour after his return had been a little odd, to say the least. The Med Techs had put that down to a stress reaction to whatever it was that he had experienced. And the fact that nobody knew what he had experienced, including Artus himself, only complicated the issue even more.
In the end fleet security had done what they always did when they didn’t understand somebody. They locked him up. And tried to get some satisfying truth out of him. Prodded him and tested him as if he was some sort of trained Daggit. In the end the final conclusion was that Artus was not deemed intelligent enough to be a Cylon spy. Holy frack! What was that supposed to mean?
So they tossed him back in a cell with no communication to the outside world again, until they decided what to do with him. And when it finally came, there was nobody more surprised than poor old Artus, when he got tossed out of the cell and ordered to report back on duty.
As he walked up to the female duty officer, he tried to put on his famous lopsided smile.
“Hey there…” he started.
“Save it.” She cut him off with a distastefull look.
Dissapointed, Artus made a mental not that he should probably try to get back in shape and have a shave. Perhaps even a wash might be a good idea as well…
Never one to be easily discouraged, he decided to try again:
“Look, I was told that they needed every good pilot for this new mission…”
The cold stare stopped him in mid sentence.
“Allright, I was told that they needed pilots for this mission and…”
Again a disdainfull look made him rethink the phrase.
“Sigh. I was told to report here because they needed anybody that could fly a ship.”
The duty officer made a note and then pointed to the washrooms.
“Get yourself cleaned up and then report to Lieutenant Persephone.”
As he turned around he suddenly realised that the woman he had just spoken to probably had no idea who he was. Wich made sense considering how long he’d been gone and then put in a holding cell. He always wondered why they never put him on the Prison Barge, but that probably had something to do with him being a security risk or something.
He shrugged.
Then he realised that Persephone was a lieutenant by now. Good for her, he thought. He had not got to know the girl as well as he would have liked to at the time, but he guessed she deserved it. Then again, considering the time he had spent locked up Amy and Brie were both probably Colonels by now. That is unless…
No, he wouldn’t allow himself to think that.
Rubbing his wrists he really had to agree with the age old joke about fleet security. You don’t have to be a sadistic brute to work there, but it certainly does help. This kind of treatment almost made you wonder if it was all worth it.
So what if he had a hole in his mind that was bigger than the Nova of Madagon, but for Sagan’s sake, it was not as if he could do anything about that. And agreed, his behaviour after his return had been a little odd, to say the least. The Med Techs had put that down to a stress reaction to whatever it was that he had experienced. And the fact that nobody knew what he had experienced, including Artus himself, only complicated the issue even more.
In the end fleet security had done what they always did when they didn’t understand somebody. They locked him up. And tried to get some satisfying truth out of him. Prodded him and tested him as if he was some sort of trained Daggit. In the end the final conclusion was that Artus was not deemed intelligent enough to be a Cylon spy. Holy frack! What was that supposed to mean?
So they tossed him back in a cell with no communication to the outside world again, until they decided what to do with him. And when it finally came, there was nobody more surprised than poor old Artus, when he got tossed out of the cell and ordered to report back on duty.
As he walked up to the female duty officer, he tried to put on his famous lopsided smile.
“Hey there…” he started.
“Save it.” She cut him off with a distastefull look.
Dissapointed, Artus made a mental not that he should probably try to get back in shape and have a shave. Perhaps even a wash might be a good idea as well…
Never one to be easily discouraged, he decided to try again:
“Look, I was told that they needed every good pilot for this new mission…”
The cold stare stopped him in mid sentence.
“Allright, I was told that they needed pilots for this mission and…”
Again a disdainfull look made him rethink the phrase.
“Sigh. I was told to report here because they needed anybody that could fly a ship.”
The duty officer made a note and then pointed to the washrooms.
“Get yourself cleaned up and then report to Lieutenant Persephone.”
As he turned around he suddenly realised that the woman he had just spoken to probably had no idea who he was. Wich made sense considering how long he’d been gone and then put in a holding cell. He always wondered why they never put him on the Prison Barge, but that probably had something to do with him being a security risk or something.
He shrugged.
Then he realised that Persephone was a lieutenant by now. Good for her, he thought. He had not got to know the girl as well as he would have liked to at the time, but he guessed she deserved it. Then again, considering the time he had spent locked up Amy and Brie were both probably Colonels by now. That is unless…
No, he wouldn’t allow himself to think that.