White Coat Society
White Coat Society
Summary: Reighner tries to convince Thad to sign the petition to stop executions.
Date: 35 ACH
Related Logs: Morals

Thad glances up and flashes a small smile to Craven. "Yeah. Trying to learn what's ben done and what's being planned for that new clinic. And then to try and figure out how much is necessary and how much is military over redundancy. We need backups, but we don't need this many levels of them." he says with a shake of his head. "Not even if we did have the resources." he mutters before flipping a page. "It's a headache." he admits before turning back to the pages in his hands.

There's a faint snicker and Craven is given a nod of his head as he makes his way over towards the desk, perching a hip against the edge of it as he peeks down at the paperwork before looking back up, "Better you then me. Handling the Medics is enough paperwork for my liking." A hand is extended though and amongst a smile he's offering, "Congratz, by the way. Well deserved and couldn't think of anyone better to have as the XO of Medical."

Reighner emerges from the back, carrying a patient chart. He mumbles a, "Doctors," to Thad and Craven as he arrives at the desk. He opens up the chart and starts writing.

Thad's smile returns and widens as he takes the offered hand. "Thanks Stitch." he tells Craven easily. "Hope I live up to it. Looking forward to trying." Then he looks as another arrives. "Doctor." he says in a return greeting.

There's a soft laugh and Craven gives another quick nod of his head, "Well, I'm certain ya ain't gonna fail. So, you're pretty safe there." Then, at Reighner's arrival, he's shifting his attention over towards the man and giving him a quick nod, "Captain. How's it going today?"

Jocasta appears from the direction of the recovery ward with a military duffel slung over her shoulder. While she might initially look the part of a patient recently discharged, there's a few folks afoot who know otherwise and might recognize that she's wearing her uniform blues in an off-duty fashion but wasn't so recently confined to a bed. She's sort of stalking off a bit, the expression on her face scowling and sour.

"Same old, same old," Reighner answers casually. "People still don't eat right, somehow." He glances up from his page to Craven and Thad. "Congratulations, Roubanis."

Thad flashes an easy smile to Reighner then. "Thank you sir." Even if they are equal ranks now. Some habits die harder than others and there's been enough tension between those two that it may take a little to totally fade. His gaze flicks toward the Recovery Ward when Jocasta comes out, but he's not going to stop her in her exit. Instead, his attention shifts back to his conversation. "Thanks again." he tells Craven softly.

There's a soft chuckle towards Reighner, though Jocasta catches Craven's attention and he shifts to watch her for a moment, his brow arching upwards. Then, there's a shrug and he's looking back to Thad before motioning towards the Doc's office, "Doc still in a meeting? Or is he just lounging around his office, pretending to work?"

Reighner finishes writing and closes up the chart. "To imaging," he mumbles to the nurse as he passes it off.

Thad's attention shifts fully to Craven. "Depends. Who was he meeting?" he asks. "If it was Doctor Sloan, yes, he's done. I know he had to talk to her earlier. Might have started another one while I was checking the ward though." Then he nods to one of the nurses. "Maybe she'd know for certain."

Micah exits the Recovery Ward not long after Jocasta, who's holding his duffel bag hostage. Or maybe carrying it for him, like the kind soul she is. He's dressed in off duty fatigues at the moment and not quite his usual spritely self, though maybe he can be forgiven for having had a few bullet holes put in him a little over a week ago. "You mean you don't have any rum hidin' in your bunk?" he mutters to Jocasta as he draws nearer.

"No idea. Last time I checked in, he had an appointment booked after Lieutenant Sloan. So, if you've been here since, I'll assume that he's still in it. Which, is good enough, I suppose. I got a Firearms training session shortly, so I should head out and get cleaned up so that I can change for that." Craven turns slightly, giving a nod towards Reignher and the Thad, "Take it easy, Captains."

Reighner turns around and leans his butt on the table. He nods to Craven and tosses a small wave. As he looks down to slide his expensive-looking pen back into his white coat, he asks Thad, "Could I bend your ear about something?"

Thad nods to Craven and then folds up the file he was looking at as he says "Good hunting, Stitch." before looking to Reighner. "Of course. I've got some time. What do you need?" he asks then, catching himself before adding the habitual sir this time.

"I had a talk with the Old Man, about that execution a while back?" Reighner leaves it there and watches Thad to gauge his reaction.

Thad's reaction is either very well guarded or he didn't know something that would make it a stronger one. As it is, he seems to take it simply as a background bit of information. "Alright. Was there something about it that wasn't general knowledge?" he asks then, choosing his words carefully.

Reighner's reaction reveals that he was hoping for more cues from Thad, but he trudges on. He shakes his head. "No, not that." He floats a question carefully. "It was terribly barbaric, don't you think?"

Thad considers that as well before finally giving a small nod. "I think so. But it was also necessary, yes?" he notes. "An execution should not only be the end of whatever crimes the victim committed, but a warning against someone else doing the same. Sometimes, there's a place for barbaric measures. You can't do everything kindly. Especially not in our current situation."

Reighner shrugs. "Maybe, maybe not." It's clear that he's more in the latter camp. "At any rate, the Commander allowed me to collect signatures. I get enough, he promised to place a stay on executions. I can try to convince you that this is a good idea, if you're interested."

Thad takes a moment to consider that as well before saying anything. Yes, he is being very careful here, since it is an important matter. "What are the alternatives then? If someone is putting us all at risk, I'd rather them die than everyone. On principal, I like the idea of preventing executions. With our reality though, I don't want our limited resources going to prisoners we can never trust again. It's a difficult position right now."

"Well, it is a matter of principle," Reighner answers. "And one that I think is too important for us to throw away." He gestures to a more private corner, questioningly.

Thad nods and rises to move where indicated easily enough. "That's why I'm looking to be convinced." he agrees. "I might understand the necessity, and support it on a purely intelictual basis, but I'd rather have options too. Ones that won't make us even worse off long term."

Reighner follows. He tugs the edges of his white coat together and crosses his arms, the way doctors seem to always be doing when having a conversation. "I think, by continuing to execute our prisoners, it's making us worse, morally and spiritually. Most of our civilization is dead and gone, and we're helping the Cylons out, trimming down the fat. A condemned man is still a man, and I'd rather he be in a work gang, or even sit in a cell, than be killed."

Thad nods his head. "A good principle. I agree. The problem is, how long are we going to be in these ships?" he asks. "How long until it's safe for us to stop and build a new life somewhere so that we have all the benefits of civilization again? Do we have food enough for everyone until then? Do we have enough medicine? I don't think we do, purely because we don't know when we can stop running and build again. Until then, I don't think we can afford to support a life sentence for a crime. A work gang… that could be a better solution. Especially for use in more dangerous areas. Better to risk someone we would have executed ourselves than someone we might need later. I can see that as an option." he agrees. Then he nods. "I'll agree to that sort of option, yes. Both intellectually and in principle. It does make sense."

"Yes," Reighner answers. He doesn't add anything else, although it seems like he might. Instead, he asks, "Could I count on your signature, then?"

Thad nods his head. "As long as it's a work gang arrangement and not just a life imprisonment, I believe so." he agrees. "I can't think of a reason not to do it at the moment. If I do, I'll talk to you before flatly refusing so you can help me see if I missed anything in my reason for changing my mind."

Reighner nods. "Well, I need to warn you that all this petition says is that you'd like a stay on executions, not how those who have them stayed would be treated." He adds, hastily, "But I'm certain the Old Man would agree with you about that."

Thad nods again. "Alright. I'll have to consider that then. In all honesty, while I'd prefer a stay personally, intellectually, I can't agree to something that creates a drain on our resources for a criminal. Not when there's no return for us at all. It's one thing to be in the brig for a short time because of a fight. It's another to be looking at a life sentence. I'll have to weigh this out for certain. I still think I'll sign but… I hope you can understand my reluctance."

"Of course," Reighner answers. He pauses, weighing the benefits of saying the next thing, before taking the plunge. "But, consider this for a moment. If those who commit capital crimes can be morally executed because they are a drain on our resources, then how low would resources have to be before we extended that thinking to all people with criminal histories? How about all non-military? Non-front echelon? I feel it's important to draw a line now, to affirm that our basic humanity hinges on a respect for life, all forms of it, without precondition, before we go down a slippery slope that leads us to view life the same way the Cylons seem to."

Thad nods. "I was thinking of that myself." he says. "It's one of the reasons I am willing to agree to work gangs already without hesitation and am willing to consider other limits. For my own personal reasons, it's a matter of choice. If you have done something that would bring you to face execution, you have made a choice to reject our society as it now stands. That is what gives us the right to remove you. If you have done nothing to reject that society and you have lived within it's rules, we have no right to exclude you from it's benefits, limited resources or not. Not everyone would see things that way though so it might be better to dig in before it reaches a point we have trouble doing so."

Reighner answers, "But what things cause you to reject society is arbitrary. Some things punishable by death in the military aren't in civilian life. It's not consistent, not some universal law. Personally, I feel that only the Gods can make those decisions." He reaches into his side pocket and withdraws a folded-up sheet of paper. "Anyways, I think we have a general agreement about giving it a try." He unfolds the paper, revealing only a couple of signatures. Apparently this is near the front of his journey. "Put your signature right there. I'll scratch it off if you change your mind, okay?"

Thad looks at the paper and then nods. "A lot of things are arbitrary, and more will be before this is all over. We can't count on the Gods to get us out. We have to make the decisions that will save us, and hope we can live with them." he says before finally bending to sign. "But not yet." he adds after adding his name to the list.

Reighner grins. He folds up the paper and slides it back into his coat. "Thanks, Rou." He extends his right hand.

Thad nods and take the hand. "Glad to. Just because I can see the value in something doesn't mean I agree with it." he says. "I wouldn't be a doctor if I could just throw a life away without more reason than we've got at the moment."

"Damn straight," Reighner answers with enthusiasm. He shakes Thad's hand. "Let me know if you need anything in the future." Networking and favors, the currency of the white coat society.

The door to the Recovery Ward opens and a certain Ensign steps through that Thad might recognize. She's favoring the left leg as she hobbles out the door. There's a nod to the pair of doctors, but she's in her off-duty duds so she doesn't try for a salute. The puffed (and likely bandaged) right shoulder under her shirt might make the motion difficult anyway. But the woman goes out of her way to head to the memorial board and place a kissed hand to one of the photos on her way out.

Thad nods his head to that. "Will do. You do the same. I'll gladly listen to anything you might need. Can't promise I'll always agree but… well you know how it is." Then his head turns and he flashes a smile and a nod to the newest arrival. "Good to see you're up to leaving Ensign Novella. Be careful with that shoulder and you'll be flying again in no time." Not that the recently promoted doctor remembers her previous visit to sickbay and her worries then or anything. Oh heck no.

Reighner tucks his hands into his pockets and watches Novella.

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