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realmof_themuse] 26.A.5 - Monsters
2009.26.A.5 - He who fights with monsters should be careful lest he thereby become a monster. ~Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil
OOC: Set during episode 2x17, "The Captain's Hand"
As I walk down Pegasus' corridors, I can feel it more than see it, but there's not escaping the fact: these people don't trust me.
They are too disciplined to wear it on their sleeves, of course. Throughout her command, Admiral Cain had drummed it into everyone aboard this ship that between uniforms, strict and utterly professional military protocol was to be observed at all times. When I speak to them, it's like they're made of stone. The pilots recount the details of every sortie, the technicians catalog every last functioning circuit and even the deck crew stands at parade attention when I come close.
But anyone with even the least bit of experience commanding other people can read them loud and clear:
You're not one of us.
You don't belong here.
Get off our ship.
They're a crew fiercely loyal to the commanding officer who helped them survive the Cylon holocaust, and who kept them alive and fighting ever since. I know for a fact that there were hot heads and cold shoulders waiting for Pegasus crew when Admiral Cain asserted the chain of command over my father. The people aboard Galactica are every bit as devoted to Admiral Adama as anyone aboard "the Beast".
But I can't let that understanding turn into sympathy, and that's not just because I have a job to do, although that much is true. The Admiral sent me here to assess this ship and her crew. Although, as I understood my orders, I'm functioning less as an administrator and evaluator here than I am an exterminator. I need to figure out whether the moral rot that turned some of these people into savages goes all the way down into Pegasus' bones.
That's the other reason I can't feel for these people. I've read the reports of what Cain did to their civilian fleet, and it made me angrier than I can remember being since the Cylon attacks. And I've read the reports of what Pegasus crewmen did to their Cylon prisoner and to ours, and it made me sick. I've got no love for the Cylons, it's true, but it doesn't condone what they did.
I'm going to be here for a while. If enough of these people check out, then I expect to be taking over as Commander Garner's XO. That's fine, I can do that job. I can lead this crew, get them to obey me, possibly even respect me enough to do their jobs the way I need them to. But they don't have to like me or even accept me.
They don't think I'm one of them.
Good.
(439)
OOC: Set during episode 2x17, "The Captain's Hand"
As I walk down Pegasus' corridors, I can feel it more than see it, but there's not escaping the fact: these people don't trust me.
They are too disciplined to wear it on their sleeves, of course. Throughout her command, Admiral Cain had drummed it into everyone aboard this ship that between uniforms, strict and utterly professional military protocol was to be observed at all times. When I speak to them, it's like they're made of stone. The pilots recount the details of every sortie, the technicians catalog every last functioning circuit and even the deck crew stands at parade attention when I come close.
But anyone with even the least bit of experience commanding other people can read them loud and clear:
You're not one of us.
You don't belong here.
Get off our ship.
They're a crew fiercely loyal to the commanding officer who helped them survive the Cylon holocaust, and who kept them alive and fighting ever since. I know for a fact that there were hot heads and cold shoulders waiting for Pegasus crew when Admiral Cain asserted the chain of command over my father. The people aboard Galactica are every bit as devoted to Admiral Adama as anyone aboard "the Beast".
But I can't let that understanding turn into sympathy, and that's not just because I have a job to do, although that much is true. The Admiral sent me here to assess this ship and her crew. Although, as I understood my orders, I'm functioning less as an administrator and evaluator here than I am an exterminator. I need to figure out whether the moral rot that turned some of these people into savages goes all the way down into Pegasus' bones.
That's the other reason I can't feel for these people. I've read the reports of what Cain did to their civilian fleet, and it made me angrier than I can remember being since the Cylon attacks. And I've read the reports of what Pegasus crewmen did to their Cylon prisoner and to ours, and it made me sick. I've got no love for the Cylons, it's true, but it doesn't condone what they did.
I'm going to be here for a while. If enough of these people check out, then I expect to be taking over as Commander Garner's XO. That's fine, I can do that job. I can lead this crew, get them to obey me, possibly even respect me enough to do their jobs the way I need them to. But they don't have to like me or even accept me.
They don't think I'm one of them.
Good.
(439)
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