baroness_darla (baroness_darla) wrote in bsg_avalon, @ 2011-02-06 02:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | darlene wolf, npc |
The Price
WHO: Darlene Wolff, NPC Burnwood
WHERE: Burnwood, Caprica
WHEN: Morning 03 Dec Y02
To date, Darlene had never failed to deliver for her employers but most recently they had caused for concern as one of their top operatives failed to strike at a critical moment. Pressure from upstairs was mounting on her immediate employers since the failed bombing during the memorial service and questions were being voiced about her competence. Her superiors, feeling she was too detached from a watchful eye recalled her from Avalon, going through military channels so that it seemed she was being reassigned rather than just taking her off the map completely.
Now back in Burnwood on Caprica for debriefing and evaluation, Darla found herself feeling like a cadet again, lost in the corridors, lost in the wilderness of not knowing what she wanted to be, do or have in life which seemed so empty.
She had said her goodbyes to Callie although from her understanding, Callie was leaving the Avalon behind as well for personal reasons. Dar didn’t ask those reasons because it opened the door to why she was being reassigned so quickly after arriving as relief for the tactical officer she shot and killed.
That seemed like yesterday when she was so cold to the touch, so deadly with a gun but now, she was back in Burnwood headquarters feeling alone and perhaps unwanted. There was a board sitting in the room waiting to evaluate her and that was perhaps the most frightening. Stories had been told of operatives that failed to measure up to the tasks. She had already failed to sabotage Avalon and create civil unrest. Finally she was waved inside and her heart was pounding hard in her chest.
Double doors opened into an office, a large office with a rectangle table that stretched from one end to the other, all the board members in question were at the top of the table, or the head of the table in suits, dresses and all expressing a cold stare. She cleared her throat and took a seat where indicated. The figurehead of the board, an elderly gentlemen with glasses started to read from a file.
“Captain Darlene Wolff, you have an excellent service record with us but we are deeply concerned to hear that your latest task given to you, sabotaging the Avalon while they were on a mission of mercy failed. We have managed to get a hold of official military records which state several explosive charges of high yield went missing during the memorial service and we have been informed by your handler that you did indeed plant these charges.” He removed his glasses and shook his head, “Let’s cut to the chase, you planted the charges as so instructed but no explosion. What happened Ms. Wolff?”
“Sir, if I may. When I was completing the task, the charges were discovered and...” She was going to explain what she had already told her handler and what was undoubtedly already communicated to the board.
“Ms Wolff, if you were discovered then you should have killed that individual and yet from your handlers report, you let them live. Why didn’t you take that life and complete your mission?” It was the female, similar age group to the gentlemen that held position over the whole board.
“My mission was to sabotage Battlestar Avalon, it wasn’t to kill a lowly deckhand” she pleaded.
“Your mission failed, you have set our mission back months and now we must act to fix this. Do you offer nothing but excuses?” This time it was a young blonde woman standing in the corner, dressed like an operative but obviously not just an operative.
“Who are you?” The question was aimed at this figure in the corner because the rest of the board her handler had told her about but this blonde was an unknown entity and was clearly a very blunt and straight to the point woman.
The chairman of the board leaned forward, “Captain Wolff, this is Major Martel and you have been reassigned to her for rehabilitation training. Your work on Avalon is over; I suggest you get used to having your feet grounded on hard soil. Major Martel, she is all yours and remember, we want regular updates on her progress.”
Darla didn’t say anything as her reassignment was announced and that was that. She looked across the board members of Burnwood and noticed towards the back, hidden in the shadows was another woman, silent but seemingly present in the meeting never the less. The blonde found herself looking at that person, trying to find a face in the shadows but her attempts were swiftly broken when the board members started to walk past the figure one by one, not acknowledging her and just quickly getting out the room.