Press Conference
[X] Executive Officer Lieutenant Commander Matthew Horner
[X] Operations Officer Lieutenant Sarah Atinway
Standing at parade rest, Horner and Atinway strike an imposing duo at the press podium. He with the seriousness of knowing that his station is everything here, and she with the natural discipline that has been close companion to her rise through the ranks. They are both relatively young for their patches but while neither of them have the stern demeanour of Picard, they have enough collective weight to their presence to quiet the room for a moment.
Then the questions start. there is a press liaison here to try and help keep order and pick people for questions but there's a current of excitement in the room. Finally the liaison nods to a blonde woman in the second row.
"Allison Walker, CNN, How does it feel being the first human crew to face down an abyssal strike force and come back both victorious and with an intact ship?"
The two of them glance at each other for a moment, then one nods, and the other speaks.
[] Horner: "Shaky... It's good to have a victory like this but we lost sailors during the fight to death or injury, and the damage to Lynn' will take weeks to repair. We're just glad to have made it out for now."
[] Atinway: "Lucky. We only survived by the skin of our teeth and guidance, even if she wasn't physically there it felt like LBJ was watching over us. If the Abyssals had managed to last a minute longer and land even one more hit I wouldn't be talking to you."
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A quieter moment passes as the words are digested and the liaison takes advantage of the lull to scope out the attending press for the next question, finally pointing to a curly-haired man in the third row. "Danny Concannon, Washington Post, does this victory mean we might start seeing a turnaround in the use of steel hulls to combat the abyssal threat? Do you think that this victory justifies the efforts put in place to keep them an active part of the navy?"
The Liaison looks distinctly uncomfortable but reluctantly looks to Matt and Sarah first.
[] Horner: "To be honest I can't say. Maybe there's something in all that information that will push us forwards again but that's for the eggheads and the tactical experts to figure out. For though now we haven't heard of any changes in doctrine coming down the line."
-[] "That said, given the sacrifices made both by Lyn's crew and the crews of other ships I hope we have found something..."
[] Atinway: "I doubt it, maybe there's a few things to slightly improve our chances buried in the data but little improvements aren't going to make the difference right now. Naval doctrine is still playing catch up with the threat and little steps simply aren't enough."
-[] "As for the efforts, even if our success has made some difference, there is no amount of victory that can completely make up for the lives lost obtaining it."
[] Liaison: After a moment's stiff silence "No comment, next Question."
Summoning Talk
[X] Captain Johnathan Lukas Picard
Talking to the summoners is perhaps a less unpleasant duty than facing down the press or speaking to grieving families but it is still not quite pleasant either. The smell of incense and powder hangs around them like a shroud and they stare at Picard with the look he has always associated with people who think that they are smarter than him.
He won't debate that they probably know more about shipgirl summoning than he does, but it is also strange to be spoken to in that way by -of all people- a catholic priest, a buddhist monk, a supposed medium, and a literature professor. There are enough accounts between the crew telling the same stories about the same girl that something approaching a summoning can be concluded to have happened but after retelling what he saw and experienced for the fourth time he is beginning to feel just ever so slightly worn.
Even if the battle was a victory it was still a battle, men and women were hurt, men and women were dead, his ship, Johnson had been savaged by enemy fire, and they were making him think through every wound the Abyssals had given her, over and over again.
He had been asked politely by the admiral to be cooperative with them and so he sat and stewed in the moments between answering questions but his patience was startin to near it's limit. Fortunately the hour and a half he'd set aside for this was coming to an end but as Picard made to excuse himself at last one of them, the monk, turned to him with a smile. "Captain, while this has been... enlightening. I feel like we could make much more progress if we were to investigate Lyndon B. Johnson herself, perhaps attempt to commune with the spirit. Would you mind terribly if we took some time to explore her? The sooner the better of course."
[] "I don't mind but the repairs take first priority. You'll have to wait until she's fixed up and in the water again."
[] "I don't mind at all... I'll talk to Lieutenant Winters about arranging to keep the repair crews out of your way for a day."
[] "Lyn is hurt, and I don't think trying to awaken or commune with her in that state is something I can condone."
[] "With all due respect Summoners. Stay the hell off my ship."
Bearing Bad News
[X] Chief Hospital Corpsman James Baxton
When someone has served as long as Baxton they've done this before, and he'd be first to tell you that it doesn't get any easier, but that's the devil of it, it does get easier. As the years go by, he's learned to recognize the forms grief takes, learned the right words for the right states of mind, for the right times. It makes his skin crawl when he tells people, tweaking his responses to ease them down, because as much as he tells himself it's for the best that they are able to move on, he can't help but feel like he's halfway between truth and lies with every word.
It grates on him, more than anything else.
Neither of the sailors that died did so under his care. Mina Samuels was preparing a launch cell with Robert Blake right next to her when it was struck by abyssal shellfire. They were dead before they really knew what was happening, blown to bits by high explosives. It was quick, it was painless, and he tells them that, but they always want to know more. 'Was it worth it?' they ask 'Did they make a difference?'
Did they give their lives in vain? Or in Glory? How can you even answer that question...
They died of bad luck, in the course of a futile effort, loading one more missile that had maybe a two in ten chance of striking it's target.
You don't want to be doing this, but it's your job.
[] Sigh. "They were indispensable members of our crew..."
[] Nod, try and fail to meet their eyes.
[] Look away as the silence stretches out, then excuse yourself quietly.
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