Pulling The Pin
Pulling the Pin
Summary: Pulling the Pin — PFC Ozymandias sets off charges aboard the Kharon and is apprehended before she can hit a 3rd location. (This log scene swaps with the S2.)
Date: PH 183 (18 October 2009)
Related Logs: After: Unconscious & The Mouths of Babes.
Players:
Salazar..Kai..Jules..Absalom..Selene..Cinder..Panda..Ezra..Dutch..Praxis..Cortez..

CEC Kharon, Deck 2, Fore
IC Time: Post Holocaust Day #183
OOC Time: Sun Oct 18 18:09:43 2009


The hallways of the CEC Kharon are a nondescript battleship grey, functional and plain. Dull white lighting is inset into each archway and runs along the ceiling in recessed holds, illuminating the steel painted interior, and the occasional oxygen scrubber along the walls. Storage crates, in a matching dark grey scheme, are located here and there along these corridors, containing items of use for various nearby departments.


(Note: The first few poses are a little confusing b/c people didn't really know where the others were. It resolves a few in, don't worry!)

The corridors midshifts are pretty quiet on this deck. Salazar is headed down the stairwell from above deck, destination: Marine Country. The black haired marine is wearing her combat blacks stripped of armor and helmet, with her sidearm. A stack of paperwork in hand means she's likely headed back to her office, the Sec Hub. There's a little extra something in her step, a wireless earpiece in her ear. MoW on the move. She pauses between decks, and flips a switch on the walkie tucked in at her waist as it beeps. "Sir." She pauses, leaned against the railing. "… Wilco." A faint frown drags her brows together and she rolls the paperwork, then shoves it into her back pocket, and unhitches the clasp on her sidearm. Her pace resumes.

Thunk, thunk, thunk. It's never difficult to spot a pilot in full flight gear, owing to the racket they tend to make. The CAG's obviously fresh from a patrol, armed with his standard service pistol, an empty coffee cup, and a considerably less threatening file folder. He keeps his head down as he shoulders between other crew bustling to their shifts; it's a wonder he doesn't run into anything.

And in the direction of the stairs down to the flight deck comes Absalom. He is not in his flightsuit, but appears to be heading in the general direction from whence Kai came. The pilot is looking over a flight plan that he carries in one hand, and attempting to navigate the crowded corridor. He's making slow progress.

The S2 shakes her head slightly and hits deck 2. She doesn't so much as greet anyone she passes. A scowl is setting in. It's very faint. For most people, she just appears to be wearing marine duty face. But for Salazar, that slight tightness to her jaw indicates displeasure. Someone is sure going to pay for something. She nears the hatch from one side as Kai approaches from the other, neither in line of sight of the other due to a bulkhead between. Who will make it there first?

Absalom gets a brief nod from the Captain when he's spotted, but eye contact isn't made. He's a man with a purpose at the moment— and that purpose is to obtain caffeine. The security hub's hatch draws his eye for a moment, but he continues on past with but a brief furrowing of his brows.

As he recieves a nod from Kai, Absalom comes half to attention, and says, "After…err..Evening sir." He's oblivious to the angry Marine, as he's mostly concerned with getting out of the way of the caffiene seeking CAG.

It just so happens that the hatch Salazar is standing in front of swings open and who should be standing there but Jules. She's dressed in her shipboard marine blacks sans a rifle, but with the typical sidearm at her waist. The black helmet she usually wears is present along with the bunny-ears made from duct tape on the rim. In her hands is a brick of G4 and a detonator. Eyes going wide, she grins nervously and says, "Oops."

Salazar draws up short at the base of the stairwell, facing the hatch. As it opens. And, hey, there's just the girl she's looking for. Jules gets a glance, and Salazar's weapon comes out of the holster as her eyes light on the contents of the PFC's hands. "PFC Ozymandias, drop it and back up."

Kai might, ordinarily, return Absalom's greeting. His head comes up for a moment like he's about to offer something in passing, and then a couple of things happen: he spots Jules rounding the stairwell, and he spots what she's carrying. And then, to top it off, he hears the S2's voice from below. There's another glance to the security hub, and then he indicates for Absalom to back away with a little hitch of his head. His eyes are on the back of Jules'.

G4 and firearms being drawn are all the indications Absalom needs to know to get out of the way. The man steps back quickly, reaching absently for his own sidearm that is not there. "Frakin idiot.." he growls, probably more at himself than anything, but, the pilot stays resolutely out of the way, and, tries to stay out of the line of fire between Salazar and Jules.

"Sir, yes, sir." Let it never be said that Private First Class Juliette Ozymandias ever refused an order from a superior officer. The girl bends neatly at the waist and sets the cube of G4 down on the floor beneath her feet gently. The detonator is then set down next to it. Slowly, she rises and takes a step back, hands up and away from the weapon at her side. "You're a day late and cubit short, sir."

Salazar advances on the PFC, stepping out of the hatchway to kick the G4 back into the stairwell. She bends, weapon still raised, to sweep a hand for the detonator. Her sidearm never wavers. "Do not make me shoot you, Ozymandias." By this time, one of the MPs on guard duty outside the Sec Hub should have noticed something and come to assist. But there are no MPs outside of the Sec Hub at the moment. "Hands behind your head."

"Report to berthings, Lieutenant," Kai mentions over his shoulder to Absalom, quite calmly. His file folder and coffee cup are set aside atop one of the stacking crates that line the corridor, and his own weapon is drawn from its thigh holster with a crackle of neoprene when Jules speaks again. It's not pointed at anyone, for the time being, but merely taken out as a precaution. Two steps, three, bring him around behind the PFC, and he calls over to the newly-emerged Salazar, "Need backup, Ensign?" His eyes stay on Jules, though his expression is completely unreadable.

"Yes sir." Absalom says, edging his way backwards. No sudden movements and all that you know. His eyes remain riveted on the scene for as long as he can watch it.

Selene comes out of the stairwell, and blinks at the sight. She didn't see the G4, so all she sees is two officers with their guns drawn on a private, so she says what's on her mind, though she's not really known for words such as these. "Wait, what the frak is this?"

"You won't shoot me. Not yet, anyway," Jules says, but she's careful to keep her hands high and then move them behind her head. "I don't think you understa—" When Kai makes himself known, her eyes meet his and there's an instant downturn in her expression, a sad look. "Captain, sir… I'm sorry." And then there's Selene and she just shakes her head.

"Backup is always appreciated, Captain." Salazar doesn't turn around, but she does say to Selene, "Get off my six, and stay out of the way." Salazar is still positions just outside the hatch, a step or two into the corridor. Jules is just in front of her. "Bet your life on that, Ozymandias." Safety is off, and her finger is on the trigger.

It's like looking at a slab of stone, and expecting any kind of emotiveness out of it; Karim's expression doesn't change, save for a very slight tightness at the corners of his eyes, when Jules looks over. His sidearm, having been pointed at the floor, is hoisted up in a remarkably swift motion as soon as she so much as flinches toward him. His breathing's quickened, but that's about all that's discernable. Click, as his own safety's thumbed off. "Petty Officer Daiasu, get into the security hub and see if any MPs are available." No please, no thank you. He keeps his weapon trained on Jules' head.

Selene steps around to the side, looking at Salazar. Her threat seems to have taken her attention more than Kai's orders. "What the frak? When did we start threatening to kill each other, and not the real enemy? This is what they want from us, you know, to finish it off. With all due respect, sir, have you gone godsdamn frakking INSANE?!" To Kai, she responds, "As far as I know, all the MPs pulled leave and are planetside."

"I guess we'll see, sir," is Jules' response to Salazar and she keeps backing up, foot by foot. As Selene inserts herself, she says, "You should probably do what the officers say, Leen. I'm in an awful lot of trouble." Pause. "Or I'm about to be."

Loud reports issue from the fore and aft of this Deck, and can both be felt and heard, moderate explosions rattle the fixtures, though the force of the explosions doesn't reach this mid part of the ship.

Salazar's attention divides briefly, though her eyes to not come off of Jules. Her hand on the grip of her sidearm tightens a fraction.

The lights above flicker, flicker, and then kick back in.

[Intercom] Praxis says, "Action stations, action stations! Set Condition one throughout the ship. Repeat, action stations, action stations."

Absalom was not expecting that. Nope, not at all. The loitering pilot jerks and falls to his knees at the explosions, and, the sound of alerts spark him to action. He takes off from the deck and heads to his action station grumbling the entire way.

[Intercom] Praxis says, "Damage control teams to Deck Two. Engineering, place a call with a report to CIC immediately."

Selene'll be lucky if she manages to get all of that out, before being interrupted. Because the CAG doesn't seem to be in a mood to listen. By the time she reaches 'with all due respect', his eyes have slid toward her, and he explains coolly, "Get your ass to the brig, Petty Officer. Your commanding officer will deal with you la—" Just then, the ship shudders, and a few overhead lights flicker. "Belay that, and report to CIC." Which probably still doesn't bode well for her, but. Temporary reprieve! The barrel of his pistol is nudged just a fraction higher as Jules backs up. "Move another inch, Ozymandias, and it'll be your last." His voice threatens to break for a moment there.

Selene winces at the explosions and gives Jules a 'what the hell just happened' look, just before the klaxons go off. That's about when she spins about, to sprint for the CIC.

The explosions have Jules closing her eyes for a moment and she smiles weakly. "That's the sound of wish fulfillment, kiddies. I've done what I came to do." When her eyes open up, she looks Selene in the face and then she makes eye contact with Kai. "Remember what I said last night, Captain?" The private is dressed up in her MP gear with her bunny helmet and her hands behind her head. No rifle in sight, but she has her sidearm at her hip. "Sometimes you have to do unpleasant things. To learn."

Salazar is down the corridor from the Security Hub with her sidearm drawn on on Jules, who has her hands up. Both women are just outside the stairwell's hatch. Captain Marek is nearby, also with a sidearm. Seems Ozymandias did something naughty, because she's got two officers pointing their sidearms at her.

There are no customary MP guards outside of the Sec Hub. There should be two. The MPs are not in evidence helping Salazar and Karim, which means they either deserted their post, or were removed from it.

"Turn to face the wall, Ozymandias." Salazar takes a step closer to the marine, just out of reach. It would be prudent to disarm the woman completely. "Remember, twitch and bleed."

You know things have pretty much gone to shit, when there's a pilot pulling police duty. The Captain backs up half a step when Salazar orders Jules to the wall; his usual calm and collected looks.. ruffled, tonight. Would he have fired by now, if it was someone other than Sunshine? His eyes are riveted on hers when she makes contact, finger still resting over the trigger of his gun.

Cinder arrives from the aft hall on this deck, clad in her MP blacks. Boots thump on the metal grating as she rushes up from her patrol on a lower deck at the alert announcement and the blaring klaxons. She brushes by Selene as she runs off, away from the fore part of the deck and the security hub, which happens to be the new marine's action station. Various clips of ammunition, her full duty patrol equipment jiggling and jingling on her vest and belt. Her rifle is shouldered, but pointed down, safety on, but finger at the ready to flick it off and open up should the need arrive. She gets on scene just in time to see the CAG and the S2 with their sidearms drawn on Jules. This is ALL frakked up.

"I think you're beginning to understand," Jules states and turns around, hands still behind her head. At the sound of other people approaching, she takes a deep breath and says, "I'm a Cylon and I'm not the only one." It's said loudly enough for anyone near this end of the hall to hear it. It's followed up with, "If I was here to kill you, you would all have been dead months ago. Take my sidearm. I'm not going to resist."

The hammer of feet down hallway is hardly rare; what is is the drumroll of sprinting steps. Pandorian sees one person bolt past through totally somewhere that isn't the stairwell door. As soon as he reaches the bottom, he sees Cinder charging the other direction. "Frakking shit," the man groans. This isn't just bad, it's Very Bad. With his tac vest and web gear hanging from one arm and the dust (and rotten egg stink) of Solon II fresh on his marblacks, Pandorian comes running behind Cinder.

Salazar steps up to Jules and removes her sidearm from the PFC's holster. Her own sidearm is shoved into her holster. She shoves Jules' sidearm into the back of her fatigues and bodies up to the other woman to slam her against the bulkhead. That's the plan. And it's none too gentle. Will Jules resist? The tattooed S2 is not in the mood for gentle snuggles. "Where the frak are Pickens, Parts, and Dover?" Pickens and Parts were on guard duty. That's said loudly, and gruffly, to Jules or the collected folk. "Someone get the frak over here and throw blondie into the Brig before I lose my temper."

Should anyone check the Sec Hub, they might find the answer to this questions.

[Intercom] Selene says, "Now here this, medical teams report to the ward room. Repeat, medical teams to the ward room."

As the cavalry arrives, bristling with weapons of their own, the CAG begins to back down slowly. His pistol's still live and un-safetied, but he pulls out of the way of the marines pressing in on all sides, eyes still locked on Jules' prone form. Cylon WHAT now? That's just crazy talk. The grunt he gives the nearest marine — Cinder — is closer to a growl, and he finally thumbs the safety back on and shoves his sidearm into its holster at his thigh. "I'm going to put a call in to CIC, and make sure we don't need birds out there," he explains to Salazar, moving off for the nearest wireless terminal.

"I told Parts you gave him shore leave and I was relieving him. I knocked Pickens and Dover unconscious. Virgil Gresham nearly discovered them, so I knocked him out too. They're all bound in chairs in the Security Hub." Jules gives all this information rather freely, even as she's disarmed and shoved against the bulkhead bodily. "They'll live. If I did my job correctly, there was only supposed to be one casualty." A pause as the intercom comes over with Selene's voice. "Sounds like I did just fine."

He's been hoofing it from the third deck, which given the explosions-well the stairs became ridiculously popular. Still the Major is coming onto the scene with his Sidearm drawn, and held low at his side. Don't worry-he doesn't have an itchy trigger finger-yet. Ezra's coming along the bend to catch both Cinder and Atjai coming right on up to where the blocked hatchway is.

"I need a sitrep." barked out, though that can wait while whatever is being secured in the Security Hub. "Someone sing out!" At least let him know that he doesn't need to comb the ship for someone.

Time to do it to it, Cinder recognizes. It's her first official action as an MP, and although she doesn't know the entire story here, she is smart enough to realize you do what the frakkin S2 says. She lets her rifle down, sliding it around to her back by the strap, pulling from her belt a pair of those flexible cuffs. She slides a pair of them around Jules's wrists, cinching them tightly. And…just to be safe, if she IS a cylon, she adds another two sets of those flexible cuffs. "Headed to the brig now with the detainee, Sir!" Cinder barks out, snatching Jules about the wrists with one hand, the one away from her sidearm, leading her away with her free hand hovering over her sidearm should things turn sour.

Time to do it to it, Cinder recognizes. It's her first official action as an MP, and although she doesn't know the entire story here, she is smart enough to realize you do what the frakkin S2 says. She lets her rifle down, sliding it around to her back by the strap, pulling from her belt a pair of those flexible cuffs. Cidner slides up behind Jules, against the wall, replacing Salazar's hands across the detainee's back, and around her wrists, using her own weight the same way the S2 did to keep her in place, flexible cuffs already in hand. She slides a pair of them around Jules's wrists using her one free hand, cinching them tightly, easily, while keeping Jules pushed to the wall. And…just to be safe, if she IS a cylon, she adds another two sets of those flexible cuffs. "Headed to the brig now with the detainee, Sir!" Cinder barks out, snatching Jules about the wrists with one hand, the one away from her sidearm, leading her away with her free hand hovering over her sidearm should things turn sour.

Brig. Yes, brig, that's where Pandorian had been. It's a nice quasiprivate place to change, since, after all, there's nobody locked up right now and it's only polite to limit just how much time your Solon-stinking uniform is in the berthings. There are people, waving guns and accosting people. Knife and pistol come from their sheaths, Panda's gear and vest clattering on the floor. "Alright, everybody stay calm," he says in a wary voice. "Before somebody drops the human population by a percentage point on account of nerves." The Lance Coolie very briefly glances at Ezra, shaking his head quickly in a 'dunno boss' sort of gesture.

From the direction of the blast, Salazar has a fairly good idea as to who the intended target was. Her grip tightens on Ozymandias' collar, and she shoves the woman against the wall until Cinder brings in the zip ties. She steps back, and looks to Pandorian. "Ajtai, get in the Sec Hub. Check on the men. Call Medical if needed." Her tone carries a great deal of patience, that is to say she doesn't bellow. She then looks to the Major. "The PFC was in possession of a detonator and G4. Explosions aft and fore, sounded like this deck." She doesn't go into theories in front of this many people. Her eyes turn from Jules to find Karim at the wireless. She glances back to Ezra. "The status of the Sec Hub is unknown." Sal still has a stack of paperwork sticking out of her pocket from her recent trip up to the berths to pick it up.

[Into the Wireless] Kai says, "What's the situation up there, Lieutenant? I assume no unfriendlies in the air; it looks like we've just got a PFC who's gone off her rocker."

"Captain, sir," Jules seeks out Kai in the corridor even as she manhandled by Cinder. She squeaks a little this time, "Captain Kai!" But it seems this isn't the time or place to have the conversation that seems to be on her mind as she's lead away. "God damn it." Her jaw works tightly and then clamps and she's silent the rest of the way.

"Demeter's loving arms.." Is all the Major offers before he's moving to secure his firearm, carefully sliding it back into his holster. A look is given back over towards Salazar before he is simply nodding. "Lock that frakking bitch up, now." Whether or not there are more charges to be found or if the Hub was compromised, well- now ain't the time to speculate. "Secure the Hub, then I want a patrol to sweep make sure she hasn't laid anything else as a frakking birthday present. Understood, Ensign?"

There's a faint look over to Pandorian-orders are from the S2, and he expects them to be followed. And so focus is on Salazar "Where did you find her?"

Kai looks up and over his shoulder as Jules calls out to him, features partially obscured by the handset tucked between his cheek and shoulder. His blue eyes meet hers once more, focus for two beats, three, then slide away again. He keeps one hand on his holstered sidearm, the other trying to work a notepad and pen out of a pocket of his flight suit as the conversation over the wireless concludes. There isn't so much as an 'acknowledged' returned; he simply hangs up after listening for a few moments, and tears a slip of paper off as he trudges off for the stairwell that Jules is being led away from. He's got a hangar bay full of pilots to check up on.

Salazar nods and looks to Ezra. "I ean into her coming into the stairwell with the detonator and G4 in hand." She glances briefly down the corridor as the MPs go about their business, but her dark eyes return to Ezra with a flick. She absently removes Jules' sidearm from the back of her cargo pants, pops the magazine, removes the round from the chamber, then safeties it. She nods to Ezra, then steps past him into the stairwell to pick up the brick of explosive. "Full demo sweep should take a couple of hours, sir. I'll let you know." She steps in closer, and says something quietly to the Major. Her eyes light on Karim only briefly as the CAG passes. She steps back from the Major.

Salazar whispers, "I believe her target may have been Commander Sheridan, sir. One of the detonations came from the direction of the Ward Room and CIC. She indicated a single target." to Ezra.

"Rodge," Pandorian acknowledges, nodding to the intel officer. He draws in a deep breath to steel his nerves and ready his muscles, the time only incidentally providing the ranking officer a chance to modify the orders. Much like the MOUT training, he drops into a combat crouch with the knife hand supporting the pistol hand and hurries to split the room. Doorway to far corner, find cover and assess the situation.

Cinder's not particularly gentle in how she handles Jules. Her hand is about as tight as it can be around the prisoner's wrists, and she uses them, twisting them painfully if necessary, to guide the woman down the hall toward the brig. "March" she says flatly, telling Jules to walk. Her hand remains over her sidearm should Jules decide she wants to get feisty with the new MP.

Ezra nods to the S2, and steps out of the way to allow her to go and pick up the brick. A shake of his head and he is turning to follow on behind her "I want it done, as soon as we can." Meaning the sweep start-he really doesn't care how long it goes. Though as the Ensign comes in and whispers, the man's head hangs, as that mustache of his twitches into a frown. "Yeah.." muttered before he is grabbing to reach the woman's shoulder and lean and pass off a few words quietly.

[Intercom] Praxis says, "This is Demitros. I require a stretcher at the Ward Room on Deck Two, immediately."

Ezra whispers, "We've reason to believe that she's collaborating with the Cylons, or has been.. My kid has stacks of pictures of her lining the gameroom, his own quarters and in my bunk. Calls her bunny. Frakked as shit. Also we need to get a confirmation on the Commander, ASAP. You want to go and check- I can keep them running here?" to Salazar.

Salazar nods to the Major's words, the two exchanging quiet words in the corridor. Dirty marine secrets! "On it, sir." She tosses off a brief salute, glances toward her marines, and turn turns on her heel to head toward the Ward Room and CIC. Fore she goes!

CEC Kharon, Deck 2, Hallway, Fore

IC Time: Post Holocaust Day #183
OOC Time: Sun Oct 18 20:30:52 2009


The hallways of the CEC Kharon are a nondescript battleship grey, functional and plain. Dull white lighting is inset into each archway and runs along the ceiling in recessed holds, illuminating the steel painted interior, and the occasional oxygen scrubber along the walls. Storage crates, in a matching dark grey scheme, are located here and there along these corridors, containing items of use for various nearby departments.


When Salazar gets to the Wardroom, she'd see a burnt, bleeding, and rather wounded medic in the hallway having been drug out of the way while Sergeant Furious Tyne is busy seeing over the wounded marine. Inside the wardroom it looks like hell, or a pizza oven exploded. There are bits of charred and gooey man here and there, and a pile of what resembled a man at the end of where the table once was. Currently standing amongst the entire destruction of the wardroom is the TACCO, having just wrenched his hand into gooey man, and charred/exploded/liquified remains to secure dogtags and lapel pins.

When Salazar gets to the Wardroom, she'd see a burnt, bleeding, and rather wounded medic in the hallway having been drug out of the way while Sergeant Furious Tyne is busy seeing over the wounded marine. Inside the wardroom it looks like hell, or a pizza oven exploded. There are bits of charred and gooey man here and there, and a pile of what resembled a man at the end of where the table once was. Currently standing amongst the entire destruction of the wardroom is the TACCO, having just wrenched his hand into gooey man, and charred/exploded/liquified remains to secure dogtags and lapel pins. (re for Cortez)

In from the Aft comes the S2, sidearm stowed in a thigh holster that isn't clasped closed, for easy drawing. The threat has been brigged aft, theoretically. She heads directly for the ward room. Her eyes pass over the marines. She'll ask in a moment. Her attention goes to the ward room. "Frak." Salazar clears her throat, and then she steps into the room. "Is it Sheridan, sir?"

Cortez, lazy bastard that he is, is in the process of hurriedly buttoning up his duty jacket as he jogs along the corridor toward CIC. He isn't far behind Salazar, which means he likely has some idea of what in the holy hells is going on, already. Still, he has to ask, "What in the holy hells is going on?"

To be honest, Praxis hadn't looked down at the pins/lapel he had cupped in his hands. Between trying to keep from hacking from the terrible black smoke and mushing his way through the bits of melted tomato sauce and cheese bits that used to be a person, he hadn't gotten around to it. Maybe, deep down, he hadn't wanted to get around to it. To the S2 he looks gravely. The truth is, Demitros already knew without even looking. The pin is tossed in Salazar's direction for proof of the event, and his eyes drift to Cortez in the back. A long, grave look is given to him. "Casualty report - Commander Jack Sheridan is KIA. Under section E2 of the Colonial Military Code, Colonel Mark Cortez, you are now in command of this vessel." As smooth (albeit quiet) as this all comes out from Praxis' throat, it's still difficult to stomach for the normally stolid man. There is a huge pit in his stomach.

A glance down to Dutch, and then back up at the two. "Area is secure. Let's get the Sergeant where he can be taken care of." Hopefully the stretcher is coming down the hallway soon.

Salazar is left to catch the pin, still warm and a little gooey. She swallows once, and then glances down at the pin in her hand. Her fingers close around the bit of metal, and she nods. "Sir." She turns to face Cortez she he enters the room on her heels, and steps back slightly. "Sir." She nods and moves to step out. She could be going to check on Dutch, going to throw things at the MPs, or going to put a round in the prisoner. Nothing is given by her expression. Not a hint. "The subject responsible is in the Brig. You will have a full report shortly."

Fun fact number fifty-seven, about Colonel Mark Cortez: he has a weak stomach. As he takes in the full depth and breadth of what's transpired in the ward room, and sees Praxis tug a set of dogtags out of the chared heap that used to be a man, he hoarks. Yes, hoarks. One hand's braced against the hatch opening, and Salazar misses getting the XO's lunch all over her boots by about six inches. Well, someone had to do it. "…acknowledged, Ensign." His face is kind of screwed up in a grimace as he manages to get that out. "Lieutenant. I have the watch." He forces himself to look away, and wipes a few smeared chunks off his mouth as he turns and heads for CIC.

Tyne is still in the hall with the injured and knocked out Elder. But as the words are said the MP who was in the CIC is looking up as the S2 comes out. No words said, he's just busy putting pressure on wounds. Not his place to say anything isn't it After all he's just a marine.

"Ensign Nikos." Praxis says across the hall, ignoring the fact ENTIRELY that Cortez just ralphed all over the floor. "In CIC on duty at this current point in time is a known associate of the Marine with the moniker of 'Sunshine'. There was emotional disdain on her features at the event. Petty Officer Selene Daiasu is on station currently and I recommend she be taken into custody for questioning." Jade eyes then turn onto Cortez. "Sir. With all due respect - " No. Demitros changes his mind. "I apologize sir. Carry on."

Salazar pauses. She turns. "I was going to suggest a formal reprimand at a later date, sir, but I would be happy to take her into custody on suspicion of collusion." Salazar crouches briefly beside Dutch, and glances up to Praxis. Happy and Salazar's expression don't really go together. She nods, and rises to head into CIC. She asides to Tyne. "Report as to Elder's status when he's safely transported." She doesn't react to the vomit. Just another day in the Ward Room.

Cortez isn't sticking around to listen to Praxis' objections, if indeed they are. Someone else can clean up the mess; he's headed for CIC post haste, with a nod toward Salazar after Selene's mentioned. "On me, Ensign." And off he goes.

CEC Kharon, Deck 2, CIC

IC Time: Post Holocaust Day #183
OOC Time: Sun Oct 18 21:10:30 2009


Bathed in dark blue light, this warfighting nerve center is a room that might more closely resemble a cave but for the illuminated displays and activity, creating an effect that detracts from the claustrophobic feelings it could impose when fully lit. Situated with all the major displays at the front of the room, crew members sit at work stations facing that wall as if an audience to a performance. Liquid crystal screens track everything from DRADIS contacts to the fuel status of airborne Vipers and Raptors. Off to the side, smaller screens hang from the low ceiling that provide video footage of the Flight Deck and Hangar Bay One's Viper Tube airlock doors.

To the rear of the room is the primary plotting table - the only white-lit object in constant operation within the room. Its pale illumination is just bright enough to back-light the maps that are lain out on it. A separate DRADIS display is placed at the rear of the room to provide the Officer of the Watch with a view of the tactical situation no matter which way they are facing. A set of yellow-lit glass plots are stood vertically to the side of the room, allowing the historical view of anything that might be tracked via sensors.

Selene is sitting at the navigation station, trying to keep track of everything that's going on, now that there's no officers in the room. Dammit Jim, I'm a nav tech, not a bosun's mate.

Salazar steps into the CIC on the heels of Cortez, her hands clasped behind her back. She does not appear particularly tense or uncomfortable, just watchful. Her eyes scan the CIC and pause on Selene. "Petty Officer Daiasu, step away from your station. Come with me." There's no time wasted. Nikos is efficient.

Cortez sweeps in just ahead of Salazar, thumps up the short set of stairs leading to the planning table, and strides past it to head for the nearest wireless handset. The S2's already got things in hand with the nav tech, so he doesn't interfere beyond barking at a couple of officers to get back to their stations.

Selene flinches a little when her name is barked, closing her eyes and sighing as she rises. She goes without so much as a word, though the glistening returns to her eyes.

Salazar nods to Selene, and turns toward the hatch leading out into the corridor. "Report to the brig, Petty Officer." She'll wait to take up the rear, to follow along behind the PO. She leaves the CIC to Cortez, under the watchful eye of the two MPs always posted here. The herd just got thinned, got to keep that command chain intact!

[Intercom] Cortez says, "Attention all hands, attention all hands. Now hear this: all crew and personnel currently on leave are to return immediately. Multiple explosive detonations have been confirmed across deck two, and the perpetrator is currently in custody in the brig. Several casualties have also been reported, including Commander Jack Sheridan, who has been confirmed killed in action. I will be assuming command of this ship henceforth. I repeat, all crew and personnel currently on leave are to return to Kharon immediately and report to barracks until further notice."

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