2237-10-27 - Inspired By Ares

Aldrich shares his anger over what happened with the Sadah village.

Date: 2237-10-27

Location: Chapel

Related Scenes: None

Plot: None

Scene Number: 1529

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The day is winding to a close and Aldrich is still in the chapel. He is just finishing up putting out the last of the candles, which leaves the place shadowy except for dim ship light and a bit of glow from the viewport.

Cate wanders in, hands stuffed into the pockets of her CF-issue sweatshirt hoodie. Despite having had a few days off duty, she apparently hasn't spent them resting for she still manages to look pretty tired. "Hey Al," is offered to him in soft greeting.

Aldrich glances up from his task when Cate appears, and gives a smile. He seems pretty tired, himself. "Hey. Come on in." He puts out the last candle, and turns away from the task. "I was just about to head out for dinner. What's up?"

Cate shrugs a little, offering a wan smile back. "Just stopped by to say hi. Chill for a little while by the viewport." She gestures towards the door and - by proxy - the mess hall. "Don't let me keep you, though, if you were heading out."

Aldrich nods a little, but his brow goes up and he doesn't head for the exit. "Oh, I'm not in any hurry," he claims, and gestures toward the front pew. "Everything all right?"

Cate heads on over towards the pew, shoulders lifting as she goes even though her hands don't leave her pockets. "More or less. I guess," is the less-than-confidence-inspiring answer. She sits down - still moving a little gingerly after that shot to the chest during the fight with the Virgons. "I mean... you know." It's a helpless little admission, but then she finds herself studying his face in concern. "You look tired. You okay?"

Aldrich follows after Cate and settles down on the pew, crossing an ankle over his knee. Hey, technically he's off duty, right? "I'm fine," he replies, then smiles wanly and adds, "I mean, you know." He shrugs a shoulder, and admits, "I keep thinking about that village, and how that might have gone if we hadn't been there." He looks back toward Cate, watching her carefully. "Something new, or the usual things?"

Cate's lips thin - almost a smile, but not quite - when he echoes her words back. Then she nods somberly. "Yeah, it's pretty frakked up. But at least we were there to help out." Her mouth twists wryly. "I was really mad at you, y'know. Stopping me from shooting those assholes." Her fond tone now suggests that she's no longer pissed at him at least. The latter question causes her to lift a shoulder. "Just kinda everything. All this stuff with the rebels..." She sighs. "Reminds me of home."

Aldrich sighs faintly. "Well, I couldn't just..." he hesitates, deeply troubled. "They're humans. No one should be shooting other humans. Especially now." He smiles, humorlessly, and leans back against the pew. He nods a little at her last comment, and sighs. "It sucks. And I don't think you're alone in that."

"Part of me is glad you did," Cate assures him gently. "I've got enough shit on my conscience to deal with. The other part..." She frowns and she chews on her words for a few seconds. "I'm just angry. In my head... I know the Cylons are the bigger evil. I know that." Though repeating it suggests she sometimes has to remind herself. "But what you saw down there... it's nothing new. I once saw them shoot a rocket into a frakking wedding reception just to get at a high-value target." Her jaw tightens. "I hate them," she admits finally.

Aldrich swipes a hand over his face, and shakes his head. "I'm angry, too," he admits, quietly. He seems troubled by the very admission. "There were children in that village. I just... I don't understand how they can justify it." He clenches a fist, stretches is fingers, then rests his hand on his ankle. “I accidentally punched Astraea in the face when we were sparring.”

"There were kids at the reception too. When the soldiers came in, I tried to tell them I was a doctor, that I was trying to help... they hit me and handcuffed me." Her posture is rigid as she recalls the incident, but she doesn't look overwrought. It's an old wound, muted somewhat by time. Still, the bitter anger shines through. "They justify it because they see us as lesser. Second-class people. Sometimes barely people at all. Tucker told me it was the same on Sag, but... I'd never seen it for myself before." There's a sad sigh, and then she looks over at him. "That happens. I've been clocked pretty good more than once."

Aldrich grimaces at that, and shakes his head, looking toward the viewport. "It's not right," he insists. "Someone needs to be held responsible for it." He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. "No, I mean. Well, yeah, it happens, but not typically with me."

"No, it's not. And yeah, that'd be nice for a change." Cate's grim expression clearly doesn't hold out much hope for that, though. The latter comment causes her to tilt her head curiously. "Well, I somehow doubt chaplains typically do a lot of sparring."

Aldrich shakes his head. "Mostly I spar with Lyn and Geoff," he admits. "Geoff can hold his own and Lyn... I'm sure she can hold her own, too, but I'm sure I hold back. But I just..." He shrugs a shoulder. "I don't know. It's not very pious of me to be so angry, is it? Or maybe it is. Perhaps I'm inspired by Ares." He smirks.

"Isn't it?" Cate offers back. "I mean... getting pissed off by people doing shitty things to other people seems pretty priestly to me. But I dunno how priests are 'supposed' to be on Gemenon. I mean, not beyond what the movies say, which is probably crap."

Aldrich shakes his head a little, and smiles. "No," he admits, with another humorless smile. "I suppose rage at people's immoral behavior is probably the most Gemenese I've been in awhile," he admits, and glances toward Cate. "I try very hard to be patient and understand people's differing beliefs, but I just.... can't, with this. I can't even figure out how to be diplomatic with them."

"It's because you're a good person and you care, Al. I don't see it as a bad thing," Cate says gently. Her mouth twists in a weak smirk. "And I'm no help there. Can't count how many times I had to bite my tongue to avoid saying something that would land me in the brig."

Aldrich snorts faintly, and looks at the floor, oddly intent. "Yeah." He glances to the side, then down again, "I wanted to curse someone, but I don't know who to pick. And... yeah, it would probably land me in the brig."

"Well. We can keep each other company there at least,” Cate says. “Maybe Lyn'll come bail us out." Nevermind that the brig doesn't work that way. Technicalities.

Aldrich snorts a little. "She'd want to," he agrees, with his first genuine (if small) smile. "If she didn't wind up joining us there."

"There is that," Cate agrees, also snickering softly.


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