AWD #098: Fallout From Imperfection
Fallout From Imperfection
Summary: Morgan visits Kelsey in the berths to ask about her visit with Ceres.
Date: 14/04/2013 (OOC Date)
Related Logs: Imperfect Beings
Kelsey Morgan 
Raptor 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 Gentlemen Ghosts has been painted onto the wall behind the couch, as well.

The morning after Kelsey was dragged out of the brig, she's still getting situated when Morgan finds her. She's in her flightsuit and looks fresh from the shower, running a brush through her hair. She's sitting on the edge of her second level bunk, feet dangling lazily. She's eating one of the fruits local to Piraeus, the item set aside on the bed while she chews. Multitasking while getting ready. A mastered skill for most women by 15.

While some MPs might swagger their way into a place when they are on investigation, to signal that they are in charge, Morgan prefers the discrete route. He enters the housing area with quiet steps, and finds his way to the group of berths that are assigned to Kelsey's squadron. He glances at a sheet of paper, and then along the rows of bunks with numbers printed at the end of each row to identify who is where. He turns down the correct row, and heads toward that pair of dangling feet. When he is close enough to speak without raising his voce, he calls, "Ensign Wescott?"

Uh oh. MP. Kelsey watches him approach and she knows why he's here. The young woman takes a long breath and waggles the brush. "That's me, sir." She sets the brush aside, grabs a hair-tie, and swings down off the bunk to stand 'tall' in front of him. "I'm guessing this is about last night, Lieutenant?" she asks quietly. She doesn't look particularly guilty of anything, just sort of beside herself.

Morgan nods sharply. "It is," he answers in a neutral tone. He lifts and then lowers the sheet of paper in his hand. "I received a report from the duty commander." He looks around the berth. "First, you should know that I'm not here to arrest you. As far as I know, there's no reason for that. However, I wanted to hear your explanation of what happened." He questions, "Would you be more comfortable talking somewhere else?"

Kelsey takes down the fruit quickly and holss it in her hand, tucking it behind her back. "I can do that, sir. Uhm, here is fine. Good as any, I guess. Is it okay if I eat the rest of this? I don't want to be rude." She gestures to the table and takes a seat. "So anything specific? We were talking and I asked her some questions. Mostly about like kids and religion and such. I didn't mean to upset her sir, that's honest. I've been in enough trouble. Tryin' to keep my nose clean, so to speak."

Morgan smiles when Kelsey moves to tuck the fruit behind her back. Then he glances toward the table. "That's fine, ensign," he assures. "As for the snack, as long as it's something that science and medical have cleared, I see no harm. Nutrition is important to all of us." He purses his lips when she outlines the kinds of things that she discussed with Ceres. "Religion can be a sensitive topic. Still …" He steps over to the table and settles across from Kelsey. "Do you koan what exactly upset her?"

"Thanks," she whispers and continues eating while she listens. Not huge bite to forestall answers or anything, she's just munching along. "I guess. But I mean, I wasn't telling her how things are, yanno? I went there with the intention to ask questions. I wanted to try to understand her. Or it. However you all classify Ceres. I'm not particularly hostile to them, just wanted to.. I dunno. Talk." She sighs. "I think it was the topic of kids, sir. I asked her why she wouldn't want kids, but I think my understanding was clouded. I was frustrated and thinking about it later, I think I misunderstood her. Which, you know, that's my fault she got upset then." She looks down and makes a sad face. "It was an emotional conversation. There were a lot of things that could've upset her. I'm just guessing mostly. I'm sorry for the problem. I wouldn't have gone down there if I'd known it was going to be a Thing. Its why I didn't try to fight the guards. Like I said," she looks back up to him. "I've been in enough trouble. I just want to fly, sir."

Morgan takes out one of those classic flip-top note-pads that investigators and reporters often prefer, and lays it on the desk while Kelsey enjoys that bite of food. When she begins to speak, he has pencil in hand and is ready for whatever she might report, although her comments result in only a few quick jots on the page. He nods. "So, you were curious and wanted to understand her, her people, her culture," he concludes. "What was her reaction? Did she tell you what troubled her?"

"I guess, yeah. That's one way to put it," Kels says quietly. "Not so much her people so much as her as a person. See if it really was a person or if it was just a machine. To try and understand the difference." She stares at the table, recalling the conversation. "Yeah, she was crying and yelling at me. Said she hated what she was. Called her people imperfect beings. Then she told me to go love my daughter right before I was hauled out." There's that far-away stare of someone who isn't done grappling with a situation emotionally, her fruit forgotten in her hand.

Morgan takes a few more notes, and then looks up from the pad. "I understand, ensign," he acknowledges. "I haven't taken a poll, but I call Ceres 'she.' I haven't asked Dr. Nadir about it, but I suspect that Ceres is genetically female." He twirls the pencil slowly in his hand while he speaks. "I intend to talk to her Ceres about this … incident as well. For what it's worth, she gave you some good advice in my opinion. Spend time with your daughter when you can. You never know what tomorrow, or the next hour, might bring." Again, he twirls the pencil. "Unless Ceres wants to push this officially, I don't intend to push it. All of us are under stress." He pauses and shifts to a related and unofficial topic. "By the way, Miss Reyes and her son are recovering well. I appreciate your part in the rescue. If your SL needs anything officially from us about that, I can provide a formal memo."

"For what its worth sir, I'm starting to think she's less Cylon and more human than anyone is comfortable admitting," she whispers, a little daring to her voice. She doesn't need that overheard. Kelsey finally looks up to him again. "Thanks, though, sir. Tell her I'm sorry I upset her. I won't go down there again. I don't want to cause more problems." The last has her shake her head. "I think its all in order, Lieutenant. I wrote up that AAR. I'm just proud to have been apart. If you ever need someone to do something like that again, let me know. I'm your Ensign, sir."

Morgan inclines his head slightly when Kelsey divulges her opinions about Ceres nature. When she shifts topics to the recent adventure, he grins and teases, "And you enjoyed every second of it, didn't you?" He nods. "I don't think that the doctor understands, but that's a pilot's life - the quick and daring raid or rescue. I'd be glad to call on you and your ECO if we need another mission like that. You handled things excellently, ensign."

Kelsey allows a smile. "In hindsight, yes. At the time, I was nervous, then terrified, then scared out of my mind… then nothing. It was bizarre. It was like my brain just shut down and I went on autopilot. So weird. But looking back? It was amazing. Making a difference in a big way? What's not to love?" She grins a little. "But thank you, sir. Just doing my job. Just like you, Lieutenant."

Morgan nods and flaps the cover of the notebook twice between thumb and forefinger. "I won't worry about this unless Ceres wants raise the roof about it. As long as I'm here, do you or your squad-mates have any concerns about security that I need to pursue?"

Kelsey nods a few times. "I understand, sir. If she does, you know where to find me. Whatever we can do to get past it and like I said, please let her know I'm sorry. Really. That's important." The rest has her shake her head, though. "No, sir, I think we're all okay. Just the usual banter and bluster of pilots, I guess." She's new. Tough to gauge.

"I'll tell her, ensign," Morgan assures. "When I deal with something like this, reconciliation is my first goal. If I can prevent future problems, then things are easier for everyone." He finally closes the notebook and slips it into a pocket. "You're off duty, and you should be relaxing, ensign," he concludes. "I don't want to keep you from that." He pushes the chair back from the table and stands.

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