AWD #260: Not Too Early For A Drink
Not Too Early For A Drink
Summary: Elias has a proposal for Naomi.
Date: 23/09/2013 (OOC Date)
Related Logs: None
Elias Naomi 
Checkpoint Charlie's
The first structure completed on Piraeus was a 'recreation center' that was thinly veiled as such. Checkpoint Charlie's is in every other way a blue collar bar with an unsurprising bent towards the military establishment. Camouflage netting hangs from the ceiling with some kind of dried vine tangled throughout. On the walls are pictures and mementos of times past on the planet they currently reside on. There are a few billiards tables smuggled out to Piraeus specifically for this location, along with card tables and an fully functional line of taps and kegs mounted to, perhaps unsurprisingly, a beat-up but taken-care-of oak bar. The matching stools and wood tables seem to indicate that the construction workers may have disassembled someone else's bar back on the Colonies. The story even goes that the name is taken from a former bar on Aerilon that happened to resemble, very closely, this particular establishment.
AWD #260

Mid-morning is an odd hour to be meeting at Checkpoint Charlie's, given that it is usually closed. But this is where and when Elias' message asked Naomi to meet him. And he is indeed present at the appointed hour. Elias is dressed in his off-duty 'greens', and has secured one of the wooden tables in the back of the room. A bottle of some spirit sits atop the table, as well as two glasses and an ashtray. From the stub of the cigarette he's nursing and the amount of second-hand smoke hanging over his table, the Intel Officer may have been here a while already.

Naomi makes her way in, rather surprised by the summons. There's a lab on Piraeus and she frequently commutes; in this case her MPs are left outside the door. She slides into the booth across from Elias, her nose wrinkling a bit from the stray smoke. "Hello, Captain. I know you owe me a drink, but it's a bit early in the day, isn't it?"

Elias's head turns to observe Naomi's entrance, and he rises to greet the Doctor politely as she approaches the table. "Thank you for coming, Doctor." One last drag and then he stubs out his cigarette, gesturing to the opposite chair. "Won't you sit down?" The question of time causes him to peer suspiciously at the sunlight beyond the window, and then offer a slim, apologetic smile. "Sorry. I don't get down to the planet often, and my schedule doesn't really match the settlement time. You don't care for one now?"

"No, as I said, it is a bit early." She laces her fingers together and rests them on the table. "What brings us here? I'd think most topics called for would involve my seeing you aboard Orion, no?"

Elias mmms when Naomi declines, but starts to reach for the bottle himself. "You don't mind if I have one? I just finished my duty shift." Then he goes on to answer her question. "You did say you wanted to meet somewhere … less formal next time. I understand things are going well with the detector?" This last is delivered in a conversational tone, but he's clearly curious.

"Quite." she says, with a little flick of her fingers she affirms she doesn't mind. "We've developed a filter to specifically target skinjob neurochemistry. That's the short version, at least."

Elias pours himself a healthy dose of the amber liquor. The label on the bottle says it's a whisky from Aerilon. Nothing of note before the war, but now? Getting something that wasn't distilled in a storage locker is getting increasingly difficult. Elias takes a drink and tastes it, then swallows with a sigh. "I'd like to see the detector in action, when you have the time." He pauses to study Naomi for a moment, weighing his next words. "But getting down to business, I have a proposal to discuss with you."

"Actually, we're going through the final testing phases and I'm sure Dr. Nadir will be happy let you observe." There's a cock of her head. "A proposal." Her brows furrow slightly. "Do tell."

"As you may have heard, we're planning an offensive against the Cylons," Elias relates in a matter of fact tone. Given the scope of the operation, it's probably not much of a secret. "I realize it's asking a great deal Doctor, but if you're willing to take the risk it could have a significant effect on the course of the war." He pauses to take another sip of his drink, buying a second before he has to deliver the proposal itself. "Would you be willing to download and pass along your experiences to the rest of the Elevens, rather like Ceres did for the Nines?"

Naomi looks like she doesn't quite know how to process what he just asked of her. "Would I be willing…" she trails off. "You want to what, take me back to Picon? To do what I was terrified of doing in the first place? How can you ask that of me? Haven't I done enough already?"

"Yes," is Elias' sum answer. To which question is unclear. All of them? He doesn't rush to try and convince her, he just remains silent and studies her reaction carefully. After a second he lifts the bottle, offering to pour her that drink. Just in case she's changed her mind.

Naomi frowns a little and nods. "Please." With a furrowed brow she asks, "What exactly are you hoping this will accomplish, and on how large a scale?"

Elias upends the bottle to pour a generous glass, then slides it over to Naomi. "I /hope/ that you can pass along your experiences to the Elevens. So they come to undertand why you decided humanity was worth fighting for. I'm also hoping that our encounter with the One, who wanted to box your entire line, might be persuasive." He pauses a second before continuing. "I want to try and convince the Cylons to end the war while there's still something left of the Colonies. And I think you may be able to help."

She takes a sip from the glass and promptly makes a face like a cat trying to paw off something nasty on its tongue. "At the risk of sounding cold and calculating, what's in it for me? I put myself at risk to get here in the first place. You're asking me to risk my life again. What do I have that I can come back for?"

Cold and calculating or not, Elias seems prepared for this, as his answer is prompt. "I think I can guarantee your citizenship. With the formal review, though you may want to have it anyway, just for show." He takes a drink from his glass, then takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. "Is there anything else you'd like?"

Naomi peers at him. "I can't take it on your word. I want written, signed, documented proof that I will be granted citizenship if I succeed. And I want a retrieval plan in place to come get me." There's a pause. "And if I do this, here will be things I need to do to prepare." She slumps a little, taking a drink, and looks oddly defeated.

There's a distinct hesitation from Elias. He was expecting more resistance than that. Still, he's not going to complain. "I understand." And he doesn't bat an eye at Naomi's demand for a written document. "I'll have something drawn up by JAG and signed by the Admiral. If he doesn't agree then we'll call the whole thing off. Is that acceptable?" He seems to assume so, as he's quickly on to specifics. "I didn't want to get too far into the planning unless I knew you were agreeable, Doctor. But of course we'll want to get you back. I don't think the other Elevens would be very impressed if we left you out there, would they?"

Naomi just looks like she's ready for her own funeral. "No," she says softly "They wouldn't be. If this moves forward, I need twenty-four hours on Piraeus with minimal escort beforehand. Sergeant Ynwyr will be acceptable."

"You want twenty-four hours with only one escort?" Elias can foresee concerns about that. "I'll see what I can do, Doctor. It will be easier to justify if you can tell me what you're planning to do." And while he's not oblivious to Naomi's crestfallen mood, he seems in no hurry to ask after that. No sense giving her more reasons to change her mind.

"I've done overnights with only one escort before." Naomi says matter-of-factly. "I want to…experience Piraeus. If I fail in this, at best I will die permanently. At worst, I will be boxed. If you were faced with such a choice, would you not wish for time to find your peace, Captain?"

Elias mmms his understanding, then takes a drink before staring at what little liquid is left in his glass. "I was on Picon, Doctor. I've made my peace with death." With death, but not much else, to judge by the bitter undertone. Then he looks up and forces a thin, tired smile. "And given what we're asking you to do, I'm sure something can be arranged. When would you like to begin planning?"

"I suggest you have the paperwork ready for my review as promptly as possible. I'd likewise like to have my extraction worked out. If I'm properly prepared I can partition information and keep it from downloading to others of my model. You'll need to be able to differentiate me from the others."

"Yes, I will sort out the paperwork," Elias agrees. "And as I recall, you said you downloaded to a facility on Picon the first time, is that correct? That seems like our best bet in terms of recovery. There will be significant fighting going on at the time. We can send a strike team down to collect you, assuming you can find a place to signal us." Elias considers a moment upon hearing about partitioning off information, then nods. "We can work out some code phrases you can use to let us know it's you."

Naomi nods. "Let me know when everything is ready for review." she says softly, and takes another swig of her booze.

"Of course." Elias' expression manages to be vaguely apologetic. "Sorry if this wasn't what you had in mind when you asked to meet over drinks next time, Doctor." He tips his own glass in a toast, then drinks the last of it. "Oh … and thank you for shooting that One instead of me."

Naomi looks grimly amused. "Thank you for trusting me to do so." She too slams the rest of hers back.

Elias lifts the bottle and pours himself a second drink, then holds it out towards Naomi. "Care for another? I planned for the possibility that convincing you might take some time. So now I find myself with a few hours free."

"I think I'd actually best get back to work." says Naomi, trying to smile, but it comes off a little stiff. "I should take advantage of what time I have to get ahead."

Elias looks unphased by someone prefering to get back to work rather than have a drink. He just sets the bottle down and slides his chair back to stand up. "Of course. I'll be in touch Doctor."

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