AWD #080: A Friendly Debate
A Friendly Debate
Summary: It more or less is. Phin gives Kingsbury his anti-friendly Cylons spiel. Kingsbury has doubts.
Date: 27/03/2013 (OOC Date)
Related Logs: Treason, probably others
Kingsbury Phin 
Fitness Center — Deck 3 — Battlestar Orion
Smelling of sweat and grease, the Fitness Center is a place where individuals can come to work out or just work off stress. The area closest to the entrance is taken up by two very large sparring pads with a pathway down the center, each pad removable to reveal a Pyramid court beneath. The walls beside the pads hold lockers for everything from pugilist sticks to boxing gloves to rubber guns, though deadly weapons are strictly prohibited in here except by authorized personnel such as on-duty Military Police. Standing goalposts for Pyramid are also kept against the wall. Past the pads are a vast number of nautilus machines as well as free weights to lift. At the back of the room are workout bikes, rowing machines, treadmills, and stairclimbers. There is an entrance to the pool at the rear as well as a locker room to the side.
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Kingsbury arrives from the Recreation Hall.

Phin is in winding down from his PT, which he generally takes in the pool when he can. He's already finished doing some laps and has changed back into a tank and sweatpants. He's seated on a mat on the floor, doing some cool-down stretches.

Kingsbury walks into the fitness center, spotting Phin. "Hey Dolly," Royal says cheerfully enough. "Was wondering if you minded friendly debate about that petition of yers." He's in his fatigues, and takes a spot near-ish Phin, doing warm-up stretches.

"Hey, Royal." Phin's greeting to the ECO is friendly enough, though it comes in mid-stretch. Brows arch at the stated subject, though. He bends back into a sitting position, one knee raised so he can rest an arm on it. "First off, I don't know anything about a petition. I get that this is the Navy, not a democracy. That doesn't make us robots, though. Pardon the term. And I'm within my rights to express my opinion through the proper channels. Anyway. OK." He waits for Kingsbury's opener, after that.

Kingsbury settles in and nods. "Sure, sorry to offend," he says. "I just wanted to see—well, okay, I get that frakking Cylons are Frakking Goddamn Cylons. But I also realize that Ceres and Knox have done a shit-ton for us." He watches Phin, jaw shifting as he thinks. "I am trying not to be offensive in how I'm trying to figure out your thought process. But yours is the most rational explanation of disagreement I've seen so far."

"I'm not offended, man, I just don't want people to get the wrong idea," Phin says. "I'm not out to say I won't obey any orders I get in regards to them or anything. And I'm not one of those idiots who wants to get a lynch mob together. That does nobody any good. Not even those nine people who were murdered in the mess with bullets meant for Blessed Redux the Nice Toaster." He's definitely rational…up until the point he actually talks about Redux personally. He takes a breath, and lets it out slow. "I don't see how, after that, Command can come out and say these things being on the ship isn't a danger to us. Whatever they say they've done."

Kingsbury takes a long, slow breath as he stretches slowly, carefully. Warm ups, and thinking. He's trying not to start a fight. "Okay. So you dislike Redux personally, or something?" Trying to figure things out.

"She's a liar," Phin says firmly. Yeah, he doesn't like her much. "She played like she was one of us for months. Made up a bunch of bullshit stories about her past to make us think she was just like we were. When, reality, she was a Cylon spy. That's what these things are, Royal, do you get that? Spies. Infiltrators. Made to look like us so they can blend and sabotage us. Now, she says she's flipped, but who's word have we got on that? Hers, and another toaster. Maybe she's helped Command, and maybe it's all part of a longer con. To really frak with us. And any info she leaks if she does go all triple-agent could expose Piraeus, which is maybe the last safe refuge humanity has. That a risk you're eager to take?"

Kingsbury takes a breath, looking at Phin. He's a wide eyed idealist. And it's showing, and so are the cracks in that ideology. "But—" He's trying to counter, and not coming up with anything.

Phin goes on, when Kingsbury falters. This is all stuff he's clearly been building up in his head for awhile, and he doesn't mind having an outlet. "It's more than just her. Even if she is a traitor to the enemy - which, hard to trust - she is a Cylon. She's from a line of machines that nuked our home planets, killed our families and friends, and are killing us in the ground and on the air every day. And the CAG is asking us to fly with her, like it's nothing. That's a blow to morale, and our ability to function as a cohesive unit. People don't just get over that, even if some of them want to try. That's dangerous, even if she doesn't turn around and frag one of us in the air one of these days if her programming flips again."

Kingsbury is silent now, watching Phin with wide eyes. He's stopped stretching. Despite his age, he looks like an Aerilon teen farmboy who's just seen the city for the first time.

Phin is younger than Kingsbury. First assignment out of flight school, can probably still count the weeks since he got his LTJG pins on his hands. But he's resolved and even cold about this. "Anyway, Royal, that's my argument. I don't expect you to sign on. Though, if you think the CAG and Command trying to force this on us and expecting us to smile like it's not seriously frakked is OK, you'd certainly be welcome."

Kingsbury shakes his head. "Well, you've given me something to at least think about. And you didn't even touch on Knox. But yeah, I don't know anymore." This isn't going how Royal expected it to go. He didn't expect to be mentally shaken like this. It shows on his too-honest face. "I…" He shrugs and finishes his stretching.

Phin doesn't seem sure whether to be glad or sorry at Kingsbury's reaction. But, in the end, he nods to himself and stands. "Look, man, it was a shock for me, too. But I'm done being taken for a sap. I let Redux get inside my head but, won't get fooled again, y'know? Anyway. This whole situation is frakked. Not much we can say we know. Y'know?"

Kingsbury offers the faintest of grins. "Yeah, that's true. And it's kinda sad that I'm being schooled by someone younger'n me. But." He stands as well, offering his hand. "I appreciate the talk, Dolly. If I decide to sign, I'll let you know."

Phin reaches out briefly to clap Kingsbury on the shoulder, if the ECO allows. "Cool. Later, man." He'll take his leave of the exercise room, on that note.

Kingsbury allows it, and just watches Phin go.

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