Scorched Earth Policies

[rekindledtitan]

Blaze tends to treat the Plaza as one stop on her patrol route through the Nexus - and usually the last stop, at that. Today, however, she’s not going anywhere else. She didn’t even stop to repair the burns and blade-marks that mar her white armor before she showed up, and she doesn’t sit now. When her boots hit the paving stones she strides a little way further in and just stands there, metal face locked in a frown. Her tiny silver Ghost materializes beside her shoulder, shell spinning as he studies his troubled Guardian.

"If you found out someone erased part of your history from the records, how would you deal with that?” she blurts out, never one to hold back on her thoughts. Her helm’s gripped in her left hand, and she taps it against her leg uneasily. “You think there are any stories that just shouldn't be remembered?"

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[chiron_survivor]

"This war's been nothing but sharp lines," she murmurs, before catching the exhaustion in her voice. "On the bright side, the rebel Cylons have formally joined the Fleet. It's only the enemy Cylons that we have to watch out for now."

And hopefully not for much longer, if the plan to relocate works. She smiles again, relaxing a little when her friends shower her with enthusiasm. "That's what I'm most worried about, but honestly? At this point I'd teleport all three of them to the middle of the Plaza if that's what it takes to get them to believe me."

More soberly, she adds, "Captain Agathon is a good person. And open-minded. His wife's a Cylon, you know. The first Cylon to join the Fleet. If there's anyone who'd listen to an idea about jumping to a different universe, it'd be him."