AWD #286: Lady Almaeda
Lady Almaeda
Summary: The Virgon Connection is made in the Obs deck.
Date: Wed Oct 19 01:13:48 2005 (Sat Oct 19 01:13:48 2013)
Related Logs: None
Leightner Skyler 
Observation Deck Deck 3 - Battlestar Orion
The Obs Deck is one of the more quiet areas on the Orion where people can come to get away from the hustle and bustle that goes with of the rest of duty on the ship. The front of the room is a very large armored glass window to allow a dominating view of whatever is out ahead of the battlestar. Seats rise up at even levels, plush chairs and couches provided for the crew to relax in. During Condition One an armored plate is lowered down to cover the view and prevent the room from becoming a hazard and seal tight.
AWD #286

It's midshifts, what the shipfolk call 'O DARK Thirty' middle of the night for Alpha shift. Observation deck is empty save for a single shadow to the side of the transparent feature of this room. One window on a Battlestar. ONE. A tall form arms crossed, looking at Picon. Medic. Medkit. Looks like he's at condition 2 as well.

For those pilots on swing shifts, there's weird spots of downtime. Days can go by with only seeing a friend asleep in their bunk as you pass. Skyler has already spent time in the fitness center and found herself unable to become at all settled. She has work yet later on, so she needs to relax… without becoming too tired. The observation deck can be good for that: usually quiet and a good place to just… chill. The woman is wearing her sweats — a sheen on her brow — as she steps into the large room.

Leightner turns at the sound of the door. Instinctual to keep aware of a room you believe you're alone in. And he's been hanging out with far more Marines than most mortals would believe. He pauses, and blinks. Right there. On his face. Recognition. Boom. This guy knows you, or thinks he does or is going to try to hit on you with that pretense. All three have happened.
<FS3> Skyler rolls Alertness-2: Success.

It's only due to the fact that the medic — must be, due to his kit — is standing just before the window that Skyler even notices him. Rather than angling off to one of the chairs she oft occupies, she descends further towards the vast viewing portal. There's a curious expression on her face, as if trying to decide if she ought to know him as well… "Allo," she offers once nearer, Virgon accent still fairly crisp in her own voice.

Leightner nods, "Hullo, sir." Oh, Lords of Kobol, hide your eyes, the Accent. Northern, Virgonese, Middle hill country, and as common as dirt. Yeah. This is one of the gossipping commoners that people would scream at you were talking about you in pubs. This is one of them. "Saw ye were onboard when I processed yer Physical exam paperwork. PO3 Leightner. Medical. Corpsman. Sumbody yells MEDIC! That's me."

There's a blink or two as Leightner speaks and Skyler gains an odd expression. Like someone facing a hazy memory. Chances are, she hasn't encountered many — if any — people who would still bring that part of her past up. Sure, there's Jason, but they went through Academy together. That part of her life is long since gone to him. Skyler comes to a pause a few paces away from Leightner. Her eyes narrow as pieces fall into place. "Are you the medic with the wine?" Perhaps she's trying to be sly. Perhaps she's hoping he's brought some of the family vintage with him.

Leightner takes a slow breath, thoughtful for a moment, before, "I been fightin since Warday in ground action. Transferred in few weeks ago. All I have is five bars o chocolate. Virgonese Marine Corps Issue chocolate. With a stamp an everthin." He chuckles, "I haven't found any bottles."

Ahh, that accent. Skyler has the intonations and affections, but proper enunciation. She folds her arms across her stomach, just below the swell of her bust. "Damn shame then. Haven't had Leightner wines in quite a number of years now."

Leightner nods, "Feels like three, four hundred years?" He smiles, "Tis good ta meet ya sir. Anything I can do for ye, please." Something about this is is genuine. Wanting to acknowledge the connection. "We really only got who'se left."

"If not more," Skyler murmurs, nose twitching briefly as she looks past the medic and out the portal. At the planet below. "Well, I'll be sure to ask for you if I should end up in the medbay again." His last does earn a slight, wry chuckle. "Aye. You've the right of that."

Leightner turns, looking at Picon at her glance. "Watch fer our Jena. Parajumper, door gunner fer Raptors. She's me Air Wing counterpart. I'm mostly patchin Marines." He shakes his head, "Picon, gods. Still can't believe this. On a Battlestar, in a fleet. I been on ground fer most of this."

"I'll keep an eye out for her." There's a sidelong glance towards him, explaining time on the ground. Skyler grunts slightly, looking back to Picon. "You saw my medical records. I was down there when it began. Came in full of shrapnel. I'm just glad to be getting back to it."

Leightner nods, "Aye. Ye took some pretty serious metal. Tough road back. But it's.." He gestures to Picon. "Working." He shakes his head. "It's working, It's hard, an it's a terrible price bein paid, but.." He nods, "there's progress."

Stepping closer to the 'glass,' Skyler leans her forearm against it. She leans in to rest her forehead against that arm, staring at the planet. "Anything to keep others from suffering the fate we did?"

Leightner nods. "Aye. The Chap. Lady Arden." He explains. Oh dear, the Last Arden. "She told someone to be glad that they still had a homeworld." He shakes his head, "Nah, ye don put tha on someone elses heart. Me, I'm the one thas glad thar's still a Caprica. An a Picon fer tha matter." He looks down at the planet, "We lost. But thars still hope. An tha." He grins, "Thas a fight fer me."

"She said what the rest of us think sometimes," Skyler says with a slight shrug. She leans back, arm falling away. "I guess that's good enough for you. I just don't want to see more lost. Whichever ones we save, that's good for the future."

Leightner smiles widely, "Savin people is me stock n trade. I run around wit Marines. Ya think they can hold themselves together?" He chuckles. "Savin as many as possible, keepin people on thar feet." He shrugs, "But thars still loss an risk." He shrugs. "An thars a future. I lost tha fer a while."

There's a snort and Skyler turns to lean a hip against the viewing portal instead. She folds her arms across her stomach once more. "Trust me, we Raptors know how hard a time Marines have staying in one piece." Her lips quirk slightly in a smirk, but it fades a bit. "Future, hell. I don't look that far ahead."

Leightner chuckles, "Oh, I know tha. Saw Milkshake take it in tha neck." He sniffs, "But Nana, I don't mean me personally, I mean, ya know, extinction. Virgons gone, PEOPLE aren't, yanno?"

"Some people are," Skyler says, tone a bit dark. She scowls a bit, "Not people in general, but… I mean, frak, we'll never get a new year from the Leightner vineyards. I, the black sheep, appear to be the only Almaeda left. It's pretty balls if you ask me."

Leightner nods, "Entire Leightner valley gone. On like a molecular level. An you, are the Lady Almaeda. It's in yer blood. All tha strength ya ever needed. If ya don't believe it, I do." He grins, "Tha-"
"Medic to Engineering." The Intercom.

Leightners shoulder beeps, and he claps a hand to it, nodding and is frakking GONE. look at him move.

There's a slight paling of Skyler's dusky features. 'Lady Almaeda' She hasn't heard the titles in quite some time. She wasn't even of the main line- she was the epitome of spoiled brat. Nothing really to attain and nothing to lose. So to be reminded of the other things that come with losing your whole family… She swallows and is about to speak, but Leightner is gone and out with the call. She scrubs at her face and makes her way out shortly after- likely to sniff out some sip of alcohol or other.

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