Jilleen Adel Simmons (absolutelysheba) wrote in kobols_legacies, @ 2008-04-27 17:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | ( a completed scene), (c) jilleen simmons, (l) avalon |
Proactive
“Frak, what have I done?” she said as she looked at herself in the mirror above the sink in the empty uni-sex rest room. Her little talk with Lt. Lancelot had accomplished no favor. The pilot was one of those who still believed in the honor code, like Jilleen once had before the start of the war. Her view changed after the start of the war and her experiences on the ground back in the Colonies.
If honor was so important, she should have stayed behind on Leonis with the un-selected and let someone else do the dirty work. Instead, she did her duty, like the rest of those with her on the ground to follow orders and to move on to the next assignment. Be that assignment to gather supplies or round up survivors to be rescued. There was no honor in what they had to do, nothing noble about leaving the un-selected, those un-important people. It did not make up for the fact that they did indeed rescue a good deal of people. Jilleen chose to live with that disappoint of having to leave.
How could a viper pilot understand that, one who saw things from a cockpit way above the ground, they did not have to live in the dirt. Lt. Lancelot and others can live with their honor intact.
Jilleen retrieved a tiny mint box from her pocket, and flip open the top. Small green mints were inside the box, along with two slightly darker green pills. It was those pills that Jilleen picked out of the box and then swallowed to help her get her mind straight. A minute passed as she took in some deep breaths.
She had to do something to prevent the whole situation that occurred with the civilian pilot from escalating out of her control. Jake could not be counted on to help her. He would automatically side with Anika without question. Jilleen could not talk to him.
Perhaps, Commander Burk could help; he was a Praetorian like herself. Yeah, she could go to him, but wait Jake would be a problem. Jilleen really believed he would go straight to the Admiral with this because Anika was his…She slapped her hands onto the counter. In a whisper she said to herself in the mirror, “How could he?”
A few seconds later someone came into the rest room and headed straight for one of the stalls. Jilleen straighten her hair and uniform, gather up her black binder and left the room. She had no choice, if she wanted to have some control of her fate, she would have to go directly to Admiral Sinclair. There was no where to hide, she had to take the chance and be proactive about this.
Jilleen made her way up to the upper levels of the Battlestar to meet the Admiral. Passed the marine sentries, she found the hatch open to the Admiral’s cabin suite. She took one step inside and without seeing the Strike Group Commander and stood at attention. “Admiral Sinclair, its me, Major Simmons, may I speak with you…Sir?”