AWD #467: Message Delivered
Message Delivered
Summary: Toby reports back to Elias regarding the wishes of the Ghosts regarding he bunker.
Date: 02/10/2016
Related Logs: Messages
Elias Toby 
Map Room - Deck 2 - Battlestar Orion
Dominating the room is the large bottom-lit map table in the very center. Ten feet across and eight feet the other way, the table can gather a large number of people around it while still accommodating enlisted and support personnel in the small riser seating behind the table. The risers are done in single-piece desk sections that run the width of the seating area and have small reporting displays built into them along with communications ports for headphones. At the head of the room are two very large LED displays that can have almost anything put on them, including projections of what is on the map table. A single computer at the support seating controls this and in the rear of the room is a large, locked case that holds maps and table models.
AAWD #647

Elias is, of course, in his ersatz-office, the Map Room. The Major is in his duty blues, reviewing some camera footage on a display console. The scent of cigarettes hangs in the room, but he does not have one lit and the lack of haze speaks of a short lull in his incessant habit. Hitting the button to replay something, the image on the screen flickers and then starts again. Someone is looking down a dark stair well, lit only by a head lamp, full of debris.

Toby perhaps should have expected this reaction to his note, or maybe he did and is making mild sport out of sending Elias short notes with vast swathes of context omitted. Either way he's reporting as summoned, a little late perhaps, but then his hair is still a little damp so the reply likely caught him while showering. "Major," he greets neutrally as he ducks through the hatch, "you wanted a word?" His eyes flick naturally to the screen as he approaches, but the intel officer has most of his attention, so there's only a little to spare for the image.

Elias freezes the playback of the footage and turns, studying Toby for a second before he responds with a terse nod. "Crewman. Did you actually locate Colonel Shepard's remains, or is this information … second hand?"

Toby gives Elias the faintly hint of an odd smile as he clocks what the man means then nods once, "second hand. I'd've gone to check it out myself but the raptor crew were reluctant to break from the pre-agreed flight plan." That bit is flat, neutral, but then he continues with a liberal dash of sarcasm, "something about not having the rank to order them about or somesuch?"

"I see," Elias says, his tone a bit dubious once Toby confirms his suspicions. Then a brow quirks upward for the crewman's sarcasm, but all the Intel Officer says is, "Mmm." He pauses to consider, frowning faintly to himself, then exhales a long breath. "Since you're volunteering to go along on the recovery mission, I'll see about getting your name on the list. Any other 'second hand' information to pass long?"

"He was shot," Toby replies without batting an eyelid, "by Captain al Yamoha." He considers for a moment then shrugs to say he's got nothing more to add on that topic. "Same source but technically first hand this time, but I have the answers to the Admirals queries regarding the bunker if you want them. Don't suppose he'd appreciate me just stopping by unannounced eh."

The news of Lieutenant Colonel Sheperd's death is received without much of a reaction from the Intel Officer, though he does look thoughtful for a moment before he acknowledges the information. "I see." Then there's a nod to accept the additional information, and the Major steps to the central table to recover his clipboard and pen. "Go ahead."

Toby takes a more detailed look at the screen as Elias goes to retrieve the clipboard, but turns back to the Major after a couple of moments. "Pretty simple really," he starts, "but a few key points. They're happy with the idea of designating the place a war grave, and would rather the remains are as untouched as possible. They understand that there might be a need to move a few for tests and so on, but that's to be minimal, and they're to be returned as soon as feasible." He pauses to mark the ned of the first point. "If there becomes a need to cover the bodies then white sheets only." Another pause. "The contents of the safe are for us, but nothing should be removed from the barracks area. It can be studied in-situ, but should remain as is. The rest of the base we are free to remove things for study and tests, but again with a degree of respect and so on." Final pause, final point. "They consider themselves to be at peace, and do not wish any ceremony or words to be conducted over the remains, or at the site itself. They recognise that some of the crew are likely to find the place painful to visit and work in, and have no objections with them receiving whatever pastoral care they require from the Temple, they just wish it to be limited in scope to exclude them, and either up here, on in Sheridan."

The frozen image on the screen is from the bunker in question, should Toby have reason to recognize it, though it's just a badly lit view of a descending stairwell. The first item of business receives a nod of understanding from Elias. The bit about 'white sheets' is specific enough to merit a hasty note on his clipboard, as do the details about the 'safe,' the barracks, and the restrictions on religious services. "I'll pass the information along. Thank you, crewman." Then the Intel Officer studies Toby a moment, pursing his lips. "How many times have you spoken with this … Captain, Shackleton?"

Toby has been no further than the resealed entrance, but he can guess at least, given it doesn’t look like anywhere onboard, or down on Sheridan. He doesn't ask for clarification though, just starts to turn as he figures he's dismissed. Not so lucky it would seem, but he's don't object to the question, merely pause to think. "When we first found the ruins, although that was more her talking to the group of us. Then again at the ruins site once the dig had started. Once when I'd left Sheridan to go for a walk, and then just now. So four, unless I'm very much mistaken."

The tally Toby provides causes Elias to nod slowly. "I see. And did you get any impression that she was able to gleam information about you that you never told her? Things about your past or expectations?"

"Yes," Toby replies simply, starting to slip off the jacket of his greens as he does so, "but not through that touch projection trick." There's no indication in his tone to suggest duplicity in his use of the word trick mind, it's just an easier word to use than technique. Once his left arm is free he turns slightly so Elias can see one of the tattoos there, the words 'Sol Invictus' in a band around his biceps, with a small dot in the middle of the 'o'. It doesn't look fresh. "A lot of it would be easily deductible though," he notes as he slides the sleeve back on, "given the similarities."

Elias eyes Toby quizzically as the crewman starts to take off his jacket, but his question seems to be answered, at least in part, by the tattoo. "Mmm." He nods acknowledgement. "I see. Thank you, Crewman. That will be all." And apparently that's all for the Major, as he looks down to make some more extensive notes on his clipboard.

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