| A Regular Joe |
| Summary: | Castillo goes to talk to the prisoner. |
| Date: | 116 ACH - 3/9/2009 |
| Related Logs: | Any Leo Logs |
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Main Brig Genesis - Deck 14
116 ACH 23777 Souls
The Main Brig is for the enlisted personnel that are in lock-up. A guard and a desk is here along with three cells. Each cell has steel bars across the front. There is a single bunk, a toilet and a light above. Security camera's are also in place here and the guard rotates out every four hours.
----< Condition Three - Duty Area >----—-
Contents: Castillo Leoban Brig Status Security Camera
Exits: [O] Corridor
Special: +detail - Details available
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Castillo enters the brig, dressed in his duty uniform sans the combat helmet. Cuffs and weapons are conspicuously missing from his utility belt. In his hand he carries a worn notepad and equally worn pencil, intentionally chosen to be too small to be used as an improvised stiletto. "Corporal Castillo here at the request of the S2. I'm to question the detainee," he announces to the guards.
The guard on duty does his duty by turning the clipboard for the Corporal to sign in. "Been quiet back there, he may be sleeping." The indication is given with a turn of his head to the back cell area.
The clipboard is taken in hand and Castillo puts his autograph on it along with the time. "Not too much for him to do, I reckon," he says in way of small talk as he goes through the procedures. "We should be so lucky." Handing the clipboard back to the guard, the MP makes his way over to the cell. "Crewman Staffard," he calls out.
The cot creaks slightly as a figure stands and the dimness of the cell gives just some shadowed movements at first. Either they didn't fix the light or it went out again, "Am I finally free to go?" The voice sounds rather hollow.
"Not sure about that, crewman," Castillo answers honestly. He holds up a pad of paper and a pencil, oscillating them back and forth for a couple of seconds. "My orders are to question you about the explosion on the Hiri-matu." He starts to jot down the date, time, and other preliminary information on the notepad. "I'm Corporal Castillo," he says by way of greeting.
"I told them, I was nearby, they blamed it on me." Staffard steps closer to the mesh area of the cell. His gaze going over the MP with a slow assessment, of what he can see well enough anyway. "You can't hold me without any reason. I have rights. I haven't even been offered a lawyer."
"You're not a civilian, Crewman, and therefore do not enjoy the same protections as a civilian," Castillo replies blandly as he continues to write on the notepad. "Unfortunately, you can be detained here for as long as the CO deems it necessary." He looks up and shrugs slightly, "If you want the JAG to review your arrest, I'll bubble it up, but the fastest way you're gonna get out of here if your innocent is to give me the story. So, let's start with the basics: name, rank, supervisor's name and ID number."
"You have who I am, why ask again?" Staffard turns slightly and leans on the bar as it takes his weight better than the mesh. "Supervisor is CPO Checker. ID is on my tags, 249071-3." His voice is a low monotone, as he seems to be bored with repeating this.
"Because it's my job," Castillo replies as he writes down the information. "Name and rank, please," the MP says again with his pencil poised over the notepad.
"Crewman Leo Staffard," comes the short answer.
"Thanks," the MP says and draws a line on the pad. "So tell me about your job on the Hiri-matu," he asks. His attention is drawn up to the crewman, watching Leo when he answers.
"I do what most people do on a tyllium ship. Refine tyllium. It is hard, dirty and dangerous work. We never get a thank you for that. We put our lives on the line more than the pilots or the marines, but are never offered a handshake for it." Staffard looks around the cell, "What do you think that makes others look like?"
Castillo ignores the rhetorical question, writing down Leo's answer. "How long have you worked aboard the Hiri-matu?" he asks, again looking up at the detainee.
Leoban brings up his hand, looking down at the lines of grime that is part of his skin and palm, "Five months give or take. They didn't want me. But then I hid too."
"They didn't want you for what?" Castillo asks in his professionally neutral tone. He continues to watch Staffard, rather than write in his notepad.
Leoban turns his head, watching Castillo's features closer. "To follow them to hell on the Pegasus."
"Mmmhmmm," Castillo says and resumes writing on the notepad. "And to avoid being pulled aboard the Pegasus, you hid within the Hiri-Matu?" he asks for clarification.
"I hid in the movers ship," Staffard explains. "You don't like it here, do you?"
"I'm not here to engage you with small talk and chit chat, Staffard," Castillo replies evenly to the notepad. He looks back up at the crewman, cocking his head to the side. "Yah, it's gotta suck being stuck in here. You probably haven't had much in the way of visitors. I've done my share of time on the side you're standing on, too. So, you keep cooperating like you are, I'll get your story down and send it up to the S2, and you'll get outta here." He pauses for only a breath, then continues, "When did you enlist in the fleet?"
"I always cooperate, Corporal. Especially with those that carry the guns," Staffard chit-chats anyway. "A year before the war started."
Castillo nods his head and makes the note. "What was your first assignment?"
"That was my first assignment," another short response to his questioning.
"So, the Hiri-matu was your first and only assignment?" Castillo asks in clarification, making another note on his notepad. "So, tell me about the work you do there."
"Shoveling tyllium into hot areas to melt it down and so it can be refined into fuel. I don't think there is any other way to explain that. A shovel. Eighteen hour days. Back breaking work, you should try it." Staffard responds.
Castillo simply nods, and flips the sheet to write on the back of it. "Alright, that's enough background information for now, I think," he says looking up at Leo. "You want some water or something before we continue?"
"I'm good, but if you need some, go ahead," Staffard glances down to where the guard is stationed and back up to Castillo and his notepad, "Ever think about us not making it out of here?"
"I'm a Marine… I don't think" Castillo says with a hint of a smirk. "Shit's frakked up all over, but I don't worry about it much. When it's my time to check out, it's my time to check out. Until then, we just do the best we can do." He makes a few marks on the notepad and gets back to the questioning. "So, tell me about what happened on the Hiri-matu."
"What has come before, will come again," the small shrug is barely seen as Staffard straightens from his lean on the bar. "I was doing my job, like everyone else. Like I mentioned, Tyllium is highly volatile, someone near me saw something spark and the next thing you know we're all on the deck looking up and wondering what happened. Three guys didn't make it."
Castillo nods as he writes this down. "So do you know the person who saw the spark?" he asks, looking back up at Staffard.
Leoban shrugs, "Just another worker, after hours of tyllium, we all look alike. Ever been to Sagittaron? Mining. Seen one, seen them all."
"I'm a bit more particular about remembering folks," Castillo replies, still watching Staffard. "So, if I bring you some photos, you think you could pick him out?" Castillo asks.
Leoban shrugs again, "I might be able too, he was rather short."
Castillo nods his head. "So, someone saw a spark, the explosion went off, and you were on your back," he summarizes. "Then what happened?"
"It was crazy, everyone trying to help others. People on fire. Yelling and running around," Staffard explains, but it is still in that same tone. "They saw me there trying to put out the worst of it and grabbed me and called security."
"Who are 'they'?" Castillo asks. He looks down at the notepad, writing down some details, then a couple of notes in the margin.
"The Chief and his goons," another short response.
"And that would be," Castillo pauses to flip the sheet back over, "Chief Petty Officer Checker, correct?" The sheet is flipped back again as the corporal looks up and waits for Staffard's answer.
Leoban nods after the question. "Could we finish this later? I need some rest."
"Need to take a crap? Sure, I'll give you a few," Castillo says.
Leoban says nothing else, he seems to be done. Like he was done before with the Priestess. Walking back to his cot, he lies down and there is only silence.
