AWD #036: Flesh and Bone
Flesh and Bone
Summary: Petra gives Phin some spoilers before the big announcement.
Date: 12/02/2013 (OOC Date)
Related Logs: Skinjob Situation Report
Petra Phin 
Ward Room — Deck 2 — Battlestar Orion
The Ward Room's centerpiece is a finely crafted oak table built into a rectangle with sweeping curves towards each corner, matching chairs lining it like a ring. The far end of the room are the flags of each of the Twelve Colonies, the Colonial flag at the left end and the Fleet's flag at the right to flank. At the other end is a countertop built into the wall that has fresh coffee brewed in a pot, and another for ice water, when Command Staff is present.
Tue Feb 12

Petra currently has claimed the Ward Room for himself, with a small spread of papers scattered around his chosen chair, while he leans over them, elbows on the table, hands on his temples while he STARES at the paper in front of his face. With the amount of scribbling on the papers next to it, he's been working on this for a while, but he DID say come find him…

And come Phin does. He probably scrambled to freshen up his uniform, but he's still prompt enough. "Lieutenant Colonel, sir. Ensign McBride reporting." Posture straight, precise salute. If he's wondering why he's reporting to the TACCO, he manages not to seem too nervous. Yet.

Petra snaps his head up when the hatch opens, a slightly tired look focusing on Phin when he steps in and salutes. Taking in a deep breath, he nods to himself and murmurs, "As you were, Ensign. Close the hatch securely and come sit down. I need to warn you and your brother of an unfortunate thing, before I announce it here this evening, because it's probably going to add some unwanted attention to your lives."

"My brother?" That does break Phin's appearance of relative cool, though he's less nervous than concerned. "What about him, sir?" He eyes the hatch. The request to close it doesn't boost his confidence about whatever this is, but he does it. Once it's sealed behind him, he strides over and sits, as instructed.

Petra takes in a deep breath, then draws three photos out of his stack of papers and hands them over, "These are three casualties from Aerilon." The pictures are all of middle-aged women in VERY good shape, one black haired, one brunette, and one…well, she was probably blond before she took the shot to the head. The interesting part? They must have been triplets, because they all look exactly like Charlize Theron, with different eyes and hairdos.

Phin swallows before looking at the photos. Anticipating something grisly. But he does make himself look. He's too puzzled to really shy away from them. "Aerilon…I don't know anyone one…? I don't know this…these…" He only grows more confused as he stares at the pictures of the dead woman. "Why am I looking at pictures of dead sisters, sir? What's this got to do with me and Bear…Sergeant McBride?" He corrects himself, to sound professional.

Petra nods slowly, lingering for a long moment before he just makes himself say it, "Because those aren't sisters. They're Cylons." He lets the air get thick for a moment before he continues on in a soft tone, "The Cylons have new models, and…they look like us. Its becoming common knowledge on Aerilon that one of the quirks of this is that certain models look like each other, like this. And I know the moment people understand that, they are going to look at you and your brother with squinty eyes."

"They…?" It's stuttered out in a whisper, and the rest of what Phin tries to say he chokes on. He shakes his head. "No. I mean…sir, they must be wrong. This must be a mistake. People are just paranoid. The Cylons…sir, they're walking chrome toasters. They were invented in an engineer's lab on Caprica. Sure, I mean, maybe they've upgraded but…they're machines."

Petra shakes his head slowly at the protestation, "Son. Do you think I'd be sitting here, telling you this, and about to tell the whole crew, if I wasnt sure of it? I've actually been keeping this a secret for a while, while I and Intel made very very sure of it. Its…real."

"I'm not your son, sir," Phin mutters, though the protest is an after-thought, made under his breath. He's white as a ghost. "I…" He swallows, shaking his head again. It's unclear if he believes it, but he doesn't deny it again. "Why would they…? Why would anybody think…? Sir, we are not…whatever the frak that is!"

Petra nods slowly, "I know, but Im sure the idea is going to ocurr to some people, so I wanted to give you and Bear a little advance warning before the rest of the crew finds out. Its not a happy situation, and there's no 'good' way to handle it. Your Commanding Officer already knows, so he can be aware if someone starts crap with you two over this."

"Major Shepherd already…? Great." It's dead-panned in a way that suggests Phin does not think it's great. He runs a hand through his short-cropped hair, then brings it back onto the table to fold his fingers together. Keeps them from shaking. "We…umm…we can look out for ourselves, sir. No worries."

Petra mms, "I know you can, Ensign. You do pretty good in a Viper and your brother is a very good Marine. We're fortunate we have you both on board, and I want that to continue. So if you DO start running into a problem, you let the Major and I know. Alright? You have any questions you want to ask at the moment?"

"OK. I mean, yes, sir. I will, sir." What else can Phin say at this point, really? He swallows again, and just sits there quietly. If he has any other questions - and he probably has dozens - he can't seem to find the words to ask them.

Petra watches his face for a long moment, then nods at the sort of quiet that lingers, "Alright then. You've got about an hour before I make the SitRep announcement for the month. If you dont have anything else, then dismissed. I appreciate all of the work you've been doing, Ensign. It hasn't gone unnoticed."

"An hour?" Phin lets out a long breath. "OK. I'll…umm…OK. I…thanks, sir." Whether the praise even registers at the moment is unclear, but it's the polite thing to say.

Petra purses his lips for a second and nods, sitting up a little to take the photos back and toss them over with his papers, then sits back heavily in the chair, offering a last, "Good luck." Real comforting there, he is.

"Thanks." Muttered dryly that time. Phin stands and salutes before he goes. He will manage to get outside the hatch before engaging in any really embarrassing freaking out.

Petra slowly rises to his feet, returning the salute, and remains standing while he watches Phin go. Once the hatch is reclosed, he slowly shakes his head and sinks back into the chair, muttering, "This is so frakked up."

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