AWD #007: Bearer of Bad News
Bearer of Bad News
Summary: Ygraine breaks the fate of Scorpia to Phin after her return from the recon of Helios Gamma. They commiserate.
Date: 12/01/2013 (OOC Date)
Related Logs: The Violent Fiends of Death
Phin Ygraine 
Viper Squadron — Deck 2 — Battlestar Orion
The berthings for the Orion's Air Wing are the same as what one would find on any other Mercury-class Battlestar, though they are distinctly different from the rest of the bunks on the ship. These bunks are separated not into sections of sixty, but by squadron. That means that there is a little more room to move around with only twenty to twenty-five pilots in one bunkhouse. Some officers have brought a small rug to sit in front of their bunks, but the tables and chairs are standard military issue. At the rear is a small couch that was probably new when the ship left anchorage and seems to have been kept carefully clean. The crest of the Lucky Strikes has been painted onto the wall behind the couch, as well.
AWD #07

After returning to Orion, Ygraine saw to, in no particular order, debriefing, showering, rack time, and chow. And with all of those struck off her list, it comes down to the last item on her To-Do, the one she's been dreading since they made the jump away from Scorpia. She knew from the moment that they were told they were going to sweep Helios Gamma that they'd have this conversation; she just didn't know the specifics of how it would occur and what would be said. But unless she'd been told to keep her mouth shut, there was no way she was not going to tell Phin what had happened to Scorpia.

So she walks into viper country, freckles stark against pale skin and blue eyes a little starker, as she heads for Phin's bunk. She's not smiling. Not even her eyes are smiling. It's kind of up there with kicked puppies and sad clowns, but she is also determined. "Phinny?"

The life of a fighter pilot is not nearly as much fun as it's cracked up to be. Particularly when you're tasked with hurrying up and waiting to see what's become of the rest of the worlds. That's what Phin's been doing while the Raptors are skipping the hyperlights out to recon the colonies. He's presently in his bunk, curtain closed, but his little overhead light is on. So he's home. It takes him a second to respond to his name, though he does tug said curtain back after a beat. And pop his earphones out, which was likely partly why he was off in his own little world. "Yggy?" There's a touch of relief in his voice that he doesn't hide particularly well. He smiles, hopping down (he's got a 'top' bunk) to meet her. "Hey. I heard you were due to go out." Though he may not've heard where. And, as he regards her, he starts to look worried. "You OK?"

"Oh, I coulda come up." she says, indicating his bunk. She looks a bit fitful; how does one have this conversation. "I got back last night. I had to sleep, you know? Sorry I couldn't come sooner." She steps closer to pitch her voice softly, mainly because people don't need to be knowing his business. "My assigned sector for recon was Helios Gamma. I'm not gagged, so I reckon you'd want to know. Hell, you'd do the same for me if our positions were reversed."

"Oh." Phin processes that. He knows it's his home system. "Yeah. Umm. Maybe you should come on up." He moves out of the way so she can get up the ladder, and will follow her back up if she does. There's the general sense about him that he's bracing himself. His bunk is relatively neat, a few battered paperback mystery novels and historical fiction and recent-ish classics stuffed onto some of the shelf space. There are pictures on the walls. One of the paragliding cliffs of Scorpia and another of a surfer on what's probably his home planet's beach at sunset, and some of he and his brother. But most of the personal photos are from his years on Leonis and Picon. Ygraine's in a few of the candids of his friends from his Academy days. "I mean…you are OK, right? You guys run into any toasters out there?"

She climbs up, and her legs dangle off the side when she seats herself. If the conversation weren't so serious, the fact that Ygraine's got ridiculously long legs would be really funny right now. Except it's not. "I'm okay, really. Butch too. We didn't engage any Cylons directly, but a drone did tag us over Scorpia. We fired off a decoy and that took care of it."

Phin tucks himself back into his bunk, folding himself cross-legged and sitting with his back against his wall. "Good. I mean, I was kind of…I'm glad you're OK." There's a beat of quiet where he clearly has no idea what to say. Where to start asking. "So…I mean…from the way you were looking when you came in…it was pretty bad, huh?"

Ygraine hates being the bearer of bad news. She hates it so much. "Yeah." she says softly, looking down at her hands a moment before looking back at him. "When we got there, there were three basestars in parked at the north pole. The shipyards had been de-orbited and they - they fell. Down, onto the planet. And not just the yards, but the ships, too. There was one city, I think it's called Kopira? A battlestar had gone nose first into the ocean not too far from it and it scraped the city's just gone."

"Janitor's from Kopira…" Phin mutters. Shuddering. "Shit. Was there…?" He takes a deep breath. "…were any of the cities left? Could you guys tell if anyone was still alive down there. I figured they might glass Celeste. Just because it's the capitol. But I was thinking…I don't know. I was just trying not to think about it after we saw what they'd done to Gemenon and Cap." He folds his arms across his knees and lowers his head for a beat, like he's trying to collect himself.

"Not that I could see." she confesses softly. It takes a moment, and then quietly, her arm goes around him unless he shoves her off, and her head pressed against his shoulder. She doesn't say anything, she just sits and leans against him, and lets him do whatever he needs to do.

"Yeah…" Phin mutters when she answers him about the cities, still not looking at her. He definitely doesn't shove her off when she puts her arm around him. He sort of sags to lean against her, like he's grateful for something solid and warm just then. "Sorry…umm…I mean. I don't know what I was expecting. I mean, you see what they did on Gemenon, where everything was just glass but I didn't…I didn't think it'd be just everywhere…I don't know what I thought…"

"You got nothing to be sorry for." she tells him gently. "You don't think I ain't been bracing myself to hear about Leonis? I expect everyone's waiting to hear about their colonies."

"Your folks are out in the country, at least," Phin says, trying to drum up some optimism, though his words are still kind of choked. "If the toasters are hitting the cities, maybe they can get into cover and bunker down. Wait it out. Not like there's anything like the shipyards there…gods. I used to get so sick of looking up at those things. Some places on Scorpia you could never see the stars, between the street lights and the lights from the ships overhead." Though he's not able to insult his home planet with any of his usual ease just now.

"Don't. You don't have to do that." she tells him. He doesn't have to give her hope when she's just taken his away.

Phin shrugs, slumping down a little, so his head is pillowed against her shoulder. "It's not just…I mean, I like your family, Yggs. They're good people. I remember the first time you invited us out to your place over holidays I had no idea what to expect. But they just…made everyone feel welcome. They deserve better than…" But he just trails off. "Not that anybody really gets what they deserve. They just get…stupidly lucky, or stupidly unlucky."

"They're either okay or they're not, and there ain't anything I can do about it." Ygraine murmurs, leaning back and tilting her head so it's pressed against his. "I still gotta do my job. There's still the rest of us. We're still here." She angles her head a little bit. "And you got Bear." The reminder is gentle. "I…don't know what we are, aside from being here."

"Yeah. At least he got off Scorpia before all this happened…frak, I should go talk to him," Phin says. Not that he does yet. He can't seem to make himself move. "I'm trying to think…it'd been so long since I talked to anybody back home. I had a few friends - the ones who weren't assholes - from the Ares school I kept in touch with. Kind of. Not well. And we all got so scattered…I hadn't talked to my mom in like two years…" From his tone, he can't seem to figure out how he feels about that.

"You gotta stop." She shifts on the bunk, putting her hands on his shoulders so she can look at him directly. "Phinny, you gotta stop. You can't keep thinking like this. You're gonna go crazy if you try. It's okay if you need to get angry or cry or…something, but if you just keep pummelling yourself you're gonna go crazy. And now we all gotta be each other's family, right?"

It takes some effort for Phin to look at Ygraine properly, but he makes himself do it. "Yeah…I just…my mom wasn't like yours, Yggs. She just…she could never really get it together. She was usually off in another universe and stimulants and downers or whatever the frak it was that day and my brother and I…the state took us away from her when we was six and we just kind of…" He never talks about his childhood, but he can't seem to stop himself now. He just stumbles through it like he's tripping on the words. "…we got passed around in foster care and sometimes she'd sober up enough to take us back for a little while but it never lasted and I…I was so pissed off at her. For so long. I didn't even want to think about her as family anymore. I made myself stop doing it. And now she's probably…" He swallows. "…she's probably dead and…I just…I don't know what to do with that…"

"Ya don't gotta do anything with it." she tells him firmly. "Not unless you want to, not until you can afford to, and it's okay, Phinny, it'll be okay." She doesn't know half of what she's saying herself, but she's keeping the loss of her own family at bay, and his distress is just heightening hers. "I'm sorry, maybe I shouldn't have told you, I'm sorry…"

"No, Yggs…" Phin shakes his head, swallowing. "I'm glad you did. I'm glad…I just need to get my head around it and…better if you can kind of find a place to do that and not just here about it over the intercom or in some frakking briefing or something, you know?" He squeezes the arm he has draped around her shoulder, in a sort of half-hug. "We've just got to get through it." He doesn't specify how. He has probably not figured that part out yet.

"We'll be okay." she says, even if she's not certain how, either. "We'll get through it. It'll be alright. You'll see." She is not going to lose her crap, dammit, even as she hangs onto Phin and murmurs comfort in his ear. It's not even comfort that makes sense to her entirely, but she feels terrible.

"Yeah. Right. We'll be OK," Phin mutters in general agreement. He's going to sound like he believes it, whether he does or not. "We'll see." He hangs onto her tight as well, taking comfort in that if nothing else.

"Now don't cry." she tells him, even if both of them have gotten wet-eyed. She gives him a nudge with her shoulders. "Viper jocks aren't allowed to cry." Leaning against him, she sighs. "I wasn't kidding, you know. We gotta be each other's family now. But if you say you think of me as a sister I'm gonna punch you in the face."

Phin has to laugh at that, which comes as a relief. "I don't think of you as a sister. And Viper jocks don't cry, Yggs. Part of the pipeline involves getting your tear ducts removed. It's right before the classes in intensive fist-pumping." He manages to smile. "I…yeah. Family's whatever you make it, anyway. Yggs I…thanks." For what he doesn't say. Too many things to boil down just now.

"See, I knew it." she says with a grin. "I ain't your cousin neither. Backwater Leonis stll ain't Aerilon, y'know." Badump bump ching. "I can stay a bit if you'd like. I mean, I don't have CAP and I can hang out and - d'ya want me to go with you when you talk to Bear? I get it if you'd rather talk to him by yourself."

"Him and me should talk on our own, yeah," Phin says, as to his brother. "I should go do that." Not that he moves immediately. "In a minute. I just need to get my head on straight. If you want to hang out a little longer…yeah. That'd be good." The Aerilon crack gets another faint smile. It's still forced, but it's something.

"I will keep making inappropriate jokes until you smile for real, you know that, right?" But she seems content enough to stretch out on his bunk, resting on his stomach and pointedly keeping an eye on him.

"Is that like a threat?" Phin says, stretching out a little. He stays still for a moment, and mostly quiet, though listening to her talk does seem to cheer him some. Mostly he just gets his thoughts in order, until he's ready to go face his other half.

"I'm a real simple girl." she tells him. "Your options are dirty jokes, makin' out, or raiding the mess hall kitchen to see if Buttons didn't ruin all the extra frosting and cake." She considers a moment. "Or cow tippin' stories."

"How do you tip a cow, anyway?" Phin asks. He's a city boy, and this has always baffled him.

"Well — " Ygraine begins…

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