Hello, Goodbye

WHO: Blake Hayward & Jilleen Simmons
WHERE: Flight Surgeon's Office, Avalon
WHEN: 1100hrs 12-05-Y02

Jilleen made a side trip on her way to her husband’s pinning ceremony. In all the time she had been aboard she had not seen her friend Blake. On the first day, Blake had been unavailable, and now that Jilleen’s time on the ship was near its end she rushed to catch her.

Time for only a gift )


Looking Forward

WHO: Jon Randall & Blake Hayward
WHERE: Hayward’s Duty Locker, Avalon
WHEN: Morning 05 Dec Y02

The weeks of stress were at an end as the murder inquiry of Lt. Selwyn was officially closed when word was sent from Caprica that morning. It cleared command of any responsibility for breach of security while in maintenance dock over Caprica. Then the business of the ceremonial activities was finally out of the way. There was no fallout with the air accident on Tauron. Everything was good, and much improved Jon’s attitude. So when he buzzed the hatch to Blake’s quarter he was very cheerful.

Looking Forward )


Baby acceptance

WHO: Blake Hayward, NPC Infirmary Nurse & Jilleen Simmons via email
WHEN: Y2002 Dec 2, Evening
WHERE: Avalon

Blake sat on the bed looking out at nothing; thinking about everything; her child, her relationship, her family. It was and is a giant mess with regret mounting with each moment. Her eyes caught the movement of medical staff; working away on the injured and sick; what was her job. She had to accept that going forward her duties would be restricted. Perhaps her career was the sacrifice for this little miracle growing inside.

Acceptance )

Once she returned to her quarters free from her shift in the infirmary; Blake went to work in replying to emails which she had fallen behind in over the past couple of days.

Emails )



WHO: Jilleen Simmons & James Chase & Blake via email
: Colonial Expeditionary Forces HQ, Tawa, Sagittaron
WHEN: 1130hrs 02 12 Y02

In the hallway of the Expeditionary Forces Headquarters, Captain Simmons walked with Admiral Pierce’s chief of staff, Commander Kraus, to discuss the admiral’s schedule. Forces command was hectic in the last few days since the terrorist attack on Tauron that directly affected Sagittarians. They had lost an effective leader who had managed to keep the traditionally fractured Colony together since the last crisis.

On behalf of the Admiral )

After a couple of hours of finalizing her transportation and packing for the trip she sent emails.

Email Messages )


Baby Blues

WHO: Blake Hayward & Jon Randell
WHERE: Infirmary
WHEN: Y2002, Nov 30

A month had past, a whole month since Blake had spoken to her mother who on their last meeting made her position quite clear about the pregnancy. It had destroyed her, their relationship and the only thing that kept the young doctor going was her baby of which was now showing.

Baby Blues )


Forgotten Pain

WHO: Blake Hayward & Michael Sheppard (NPC)
WHERE: The Viper's Lounge, Caprica
WHEN: Oct 25th, Y2002

The news of a pregnancy was never an easy pill to swallow and for a certain mother to now pregnant Blake Hayward, it was an impossible pill. The rest of the family were delighted at the news while her mother soured the news and made it bitter. An argument ensued the delivery of the news and it was promptly ended with a slap across the face and the words ‘slut’ being uttered. After that, Blake scattered out the family home in a flood of tears and despair. That could have gone better.

Manageable Pain )


A moment in history

WHO: Blake Hayward & Jon Randell
WHERE: Delphi Museum
WHEN: Day After "Bombshell"

Delphi was a city of history and the last stop on their recap through military history. Ever since they conspired to meet and spend time together during port leave, Jon and Blake had been inseparable. That was special, memorably and a lot of fun but since Blake’s conversation with Jill, there was only one thing running through her mind over and over.

A small glow sparked in the dimly lit room of the museum and was followed with a gust of smoke flooding from the mouth and nostrils of Blake Hayward. Blake wrapped her forefinger and middle finger around the filtered cigarette and retracted it from her lips, blowing a gust of air from them as she lowered her hand to the side of her. The museum had a policy of no smoking and therefore it was only expected for the other patrons being guided through the museum to look at her with a look of disgust. Blake gave a half glare and then turned to look around the museum waiting for Jon to arrive.

They had agreed to meet in the museum as one of their final stops of port leave together and Blake was a little early. She was anxious, very much so about the little news she had to drop on his lap. He was going to be a father. How would he react to that revelation?



WHO: Jilleen Simmons and Blake Hayward
WHERE: Caprica City, Caprica
WHEN: Second day of liberty

In the Athens Park District, not so far from her townhouse, Jilleen walked on the sidewalk and wore a flowery light color skirt with a silky peach blouse, and high heels. She took advantage of her short days off in the city to wear nothing resembling a uniform. She was excited to meet a friend that she had known since James' time in the hospital.

Breaking News )



Colonel Jon Randell, the executive officer of the Battlestar Avalon for the last three months looked up at the DRADIS screen over the central command table in CIC of the Battlestar Galactica. The display graphics were similar to those on his own ship with the exception of the color and some minor details. The DRADIS sweeps were a mock up with Cylon basestars and of their raiders advancing on the battlestar.

No one from the Colonies had seen the Cylons in over 41 years after the Cimtar Peace Accord, the armistice that ended the last war. They had gone behind their side of the Armistice line to be never seen again. Good riddance as Jon would say. The Cylons had killed his parents in the last year of the war and made him an orphan when he was one year of age. He was six when distance relatives from Gemenon finally found him and took him away from Sagittaron. It was not an improvement, they treated him like property.

Jon blended in with the rest of the visitors to the Galactica Memorial, the battlestar had been decommissioned for over a year. He wore a brown leather jacket, black shirt, and denim pants. He stood at the command table fixed on the DRADIS screen as it cycled through the attack simulation. It was educational to say the least.