MD #152: Compassion and Guilt
MD #152: Compassion and Guilt
Summary: Captain Bloodfeather and viper pilot Diaz discuss, at length, exactly what she did to land in the brig. And why.
Date: Thur 7/Sep/2017 (OOC Date)
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Idris Diaz 
Ready Room - Deck 2 - Battlestar Orion
Capable of seating every member of the wing with space to spare in its stadium organization, the Ready Room has more than two hundred fifty seats and is the largest room on the ship dedicated to single briefings. Sections of desks were manufactured specifically for this and wrap the width of each level of seating, rolling leather seats positioned at even points through each row. Each seat has a display screen in front of it, controlled at the front, with a small printer to give paper copies of what is on the screen. The head of the room has a small dais with a podium for the briefer and on the wall behind it are a pair of large LCD screens. The ceiling has a projector with the ability to display a large holographic image behind the speaker. The walls have the tenant squadrons' patches painted on individual panels as well as a Kill Board up to the left side of the dais and podium, the Training Board on the other side to log progress. At the rear of the room is a banner display with many photos of the Second Cylon War.
Sun 25/Mar/2049 (IC Date)

When Diaz steps through the hatch and into the Ready Room, Captain Bloodfeather is already here. He seems to be making out next week's schedule for his squardon's rotations, CAP, and so forth. There is also a file laying there with the name of Lieutenant Donovan Abernathy Corric on the front of it. The clip board is in use and Idris has his dataslate up and running to cross check the rotations of the other viper squadrons on board the Orion. There is a cup of tea poured and tea was made in the coffee pot after carefully washing it out. No tea set in evidence today.

Having changed quickly into a set of standard navy fatigues, Diaz follows the captain to the Ready Room with only a few minutes of delay. The viper pilot is wearing a look on her face that is clearly striving for calm but misses the mark and lands near worry and trepidation. A sweep of a glance takes in the empty room, then the labeled file and lastly the cup of tea before she walks to a stop with a quiet voiced, "Sir, reporting as instructed."

Idris lets Diaz stand there while he finishes reading and then inputs an entry. It's a moment or two, then he looks up and leans back in his chair. He also leaves her standing there at attention. "Tell me what happened on the mission that landed you in the brig, Lieutenant. I require details as to why one of my best, most promising pilots is now likely to face a Court Martial."

Diaz's expression eases from worry and trepidation to one of grim solemnity. "Sir, it's been eighteen days since Lt Piers died on Piraeus. When ensign Ynyr was shot down, a rescue op was fielded within hours and she was retrieved as soon as was tactically feasible. When Ensign Quinn and Captain Wescott were shot down, they were also rescued as soon as was tactically feasible. I've looked at other After Action Reports where personnel have been stranded in the wake of a mission that did not go according to projection. The average rescue op is plotted within hours and carried off within a day or two at most, with expanded time allowed for extreme hazard zones for personnel stranded in combat theatre. Sir, Clara has been our equivalent of missing in action for eighteen days, as of this morning. And no one has said anything. No one has asked, no one has made any attempt, it was just accepted that she was just gone or that she'd sacrificed herself. Again. Which is worth noting, sir. That it's not the first time she's given her life, this would, in fact, be the second time. Speaking from experience, if I may, getting shot in the back and then executed hurts on a factor that no amount of prepared-for-it can really cover."

She fixes her attention slightly to the left of the captain's face as she speaks, keeping her words quiet and as level as possible. "Lt Flynn approached other Lines for assistance but none were willing to render aid. When she came to me, and asked for my help, I was certain of two things. First, the Lieutenant would find a way onto the Raptor and onto the Ship with or without my assistance. Secondly, that if she did not have assistance the most probably outcome would be dramatically less likely to succeed and more likely to have catastrophic results instead. Additionally, it occurred to me that if Clara had been a human pilot, a rescue op would have been sorted weeks ago and at the very least we'd have retrieved her body. She asked for my help to try to save someone she obviously cares so much for that she's willing to risk her career and everything else, her very life in fact if necessary, in this attempt. There are few greater reasons to do things, sir, then out of compassion and for love."

Diaz's Captain taps the stylus lightly against his thumb. "You do realize, this has nothing at all to do with this person being a Model. If -I- were left behind on Piraeus, under the circumstances we were dealing with, -no- one would have been permitted to go back for me, Lieutenant. Command has had to make many such decisions in the past when the odds are simply too high against a SAR. This Lieutenant Piers is far, far from the first. She is but one of many thousands we have had to leave behind. So your argument in this case has no legs upon which to stand. Or would you care for me to forward you the records of /thousands/ of personal we have had to leave behind with no chance of rescue? Not even to mention the /billions/ of people we have had to leave behind on our Colonies. I'm speaking only of active military personnel." Bloodfeather pauses to make a note, "So, you knew this Lieutenant Flynn was going to get herself aboard and instead of reporting it, you decided to aid her, knowing she intended to do something against orders."

"I decided to aid her because she asked for help, that's correct," Diaz replies with a measured nod. "I did not report her, either, for the same reason. And because she, and I, sincerely believed - prior to the mission and acquiring data - that this attempt may be the only attempt to try to rescue Lt Piers."

Idris draws a slow breath, "Rescue her. When she's already safely downloaded to a facility she /could/ reside in for years without coming to harm. Presuming of course that the facility isn't destroyed. So tell me, Lieutenant. Why was it so pressing that you and Lieutenant Flynn do this right away, before anything was checked out and ready? Why her instead of a specialist who knows how to do the procedure?" Bloodfeather's voice remains calm, quiet, and completely devoid of any inflection or emotion as he studies his pilot.

"Safely?" Diaz wonders at this word choice for a few silent ticks of the clock. "Safely. Well. That's one way to look at it. Granted, there's some missing segments, maybe 25% give or take. Some of that could possibly be filled in by the base components of her Line's structure. Safely. She was so far away from the nearest resurrection hub and facility that it's on par with a miracle - I know that's the correct term - that any of her .. lets call it a data packet for ease of communication.." she decides after a bit of contemplation on the terminology. "It's a miracle that any of her data packet managed to be snagged and stored instead of simply being lost forever. And one does not reside, sir. One simply is NOT. Until one IS. There is no awareness. Simply the loss of time. Days. Weeks. Months. Years. Where everyone and everything you know and possibly cared for is simply gone. Worn away by time. But. We'll agree on the usage of the word Safely in this context with the argument that there was no way to determine IF her data packet had somehow managed to transition to storage. And IF she had, was it viable. And IF it was viable what the condition of the data stream and storage facility was like. Both hardware but also memory cache wise. As to why her?" Here Diaz pauses for a moment, wearing a pensive expression, mulling over the question in silence, absently taking the stress putty out of one pocket and shaping it in her hands, frowning. "The reasoning to the point of 'why her' is tied to the emotional bonds between the Lieutenants, if my observation is accurate. The timing is tied to the latter as well, though again there was no way in advance to ascertain whether or not Clara had survived in the first place. Survived in a manner that I mean her data packet not her physical form, that is," she clarifies, still frowning. "And Flynn is the only human I personally know who has not only observed but has assisted with a download and resurrection process. That doesn't make her a specialist, but it does put her in the category of those with any measure of experience to speak of."

One thing Diaz might say for her Captain is that Idris is listening. "Yes, but that risk was during her transfer of data to the facility. Once there, I imagine she's statistically safer than say, you or I are at this moment." He sighs, "She /could/ have taken her concerns to Command. She could have chosen to do many wiser things than the actions she did choose, Diaz. And yourself as well. I am very, very disappointed in you. I had hoped to groom you for a Squadron Leader. But now I won't be able." He actually grimaces, "You have no idea how angry this has made me, but you have to make your own choices. And you will have to live with the fall out. The Fleet can't afford for discipline to fall apart, now more than ever."

Diaz looks down now, and she transfers the putty from one hand to the other then realizes what she's doing and curls it into one hand and holds it still for now. "It was not my intention to disappoint you, sir, or anyone else, for that matter. The only thing I have wanted to do since deciding to join the fleet is help. In what ever way I can. I want this to be my last life, Sir. And I don't want to waste it being to afraid to do things that I think matter, or that I think are worthy of doing. I was to afraid to speak up, to stand up, to do more, and I am as guilty as the rest of my line for what we did to humanity. Flynn's plea compelled me to mercy, t compassion, to kindness, to a .. respect for what appears to be a deeply emotional attachment to Lt Piers. There are worse things, sir, than to do something for love. That is what I believe she was doing," and the pilot gives a small grimace of an almost smile, "though I don't imagine that she wants that bandied about. I could be wrong, but I may not understand all the fine bits of the connections but I am pretty sure I'm correct." She glances up then, slightly, "Commander Petra specifically instructed me to accompany the next mission to attempt to awaken Clara and to awaken another of my line. I am most grateful that he is not instructing me to download, though that was the way it was done, so .. I can live with consequences sir," which is a sweeping statement in and of itself.

"For love. Her love for another, and not even your own love. To break your oaths, to break discipline in the military in a time of war. It's not enough, Diaz. A lot of people /needed/ you, not just this Lieutenant Flynn. Who could still have obtained what she seeks if only she had a little patience to begin with. So I hope that both of you feel this … gesture was worth it in the end. Because I think it was very poor judgement motivated by pain of loss, on her part. And guilt perhaps on yours?" Idris frowns, "There is nothing for me to do until I know what Command decides to do with you. But if you are allowed to continue as a pilot at all, count yourself very lucky. I will not have you in command of any other pilots in my squadron. You have damaged /my/ faith, /my/ trust, Diaz. You will have to earn it back, if you get a second chance. That will be up to others to decide, not I. You are dismissed."

Diaz's face is pale and her expression both stricken with guilt and remorse as she manages a single down-up nod, "If I am allowed to keep my wings, I swear that I'll prove myself. To you and the rest of the wing." She looks down again then hurries from the room, carefully navigating the hatch to avoid tripping over it, the hurries on from there.

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