A Day Late, Part One - CIC
A Day Late, Part One - CIC
Summary: The CIC is jumpin' as our heroes cover both the pilots and marines exploring the remains of Space Station Idi. EVENT
Date: PHD 120 (Sun Aug 16 17:38:43 2009)
Related Logs: Any logs related to the "A Day Late" event

[ CIC - Deck 2 ] — [ CEC Kharon ]
IC Time: Post Holocaust Day #120
OOC Time: Sun Aug 16 17:38:43 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.

Praxis Demitros! Officer of the Watch. Tactical semi-mastermind. All-around nice guy. Our intrepid hero stands at the plotting table performing his usual duty in the absence of our esteemed Command leaders; taking care of the ship. His own little pseudo-command. Standing akimbo, eyes are fixated on the monitor directly ahead of him…that DRADIS doing its continuous and endless sweep of the space around him. The sound of the parabolic arc doing its circuits has almost become as known as well as his own heartbeat. He can hear it at night, in his dreams, in his head. He likes it. In fact, he loves his job, even if he doesn't overtly show it. CIC is as busy as it ever is…never a quiet day here although this could probably be considered quieter than usual. It -is- Condition Three, anyway.

Persephone Tanner! Officer of Countermeasures. Bridge Bunny! Masterful semi-mind. It should be a normal shift. Condition Three — martini time! She and Praxis work well together, and so the downtimes tend to be all about coffee, code, and Persy coaxing out the well-hidden sense of humor in the Highly Proper Knight. With a large paper cup of coffee in each hand, the little blonde dances her way into the CIC, singing a perfectly ridiculous pop song of Libran origin.

"I'm too sexy for my cat, too sexy for my cat — poor pussy, poor pussy cat! And I'm too sexy for Canceron, too sexy for Canceron, Gemenon and Sagittaron!"

Nope, nothing out there but stars and more stars. It may be quiet up in CIC this evening, but the atmosphere is somewhat tense. Ever since the ship breached Colonial space, people have been on edge. The fact that her trajectory takes her through the backroads of what once were shipping lanes, doesn't help. It's like taking a shortcut home at night, through a back alley, and suddenly— the comms station begins bleeping. A steady, high-pitched sound that comes in threes and then pauses for an instant. Transmission incoming.

Praxis looks over to the incoming Tanner, unable to mistake the countermeasures officer, bridge bunny, and whatever else she proclaimed herself as. She's really the only one working up here that would -sing- her way into the CIC. He briefly wonders if she would pull that stunt when the CO or the XO were here. "I heartily agree, Lieutenant Tanner. Unfortunately, your degree of sexiness does not exceed that of your vocation. Please take your station." Demitros' lips threaten to quiver into a smile, but they do eventually break into one when he receives the paper cup of coffee - just the way he likes it. Then the incoming message grabs the attention of the TACCO. Demitros heads over to the station and picks up the headset, listening in and ready to reply if need be.

Persy shoots Praxis a big, toothpaste commercial smile. Bling! "My vocation is pretty sexy, I agree." She obediently slides into the seat at the ECM station, however, putting her coffee aside and bringing up the logs run by the last shift.

"..krypter, krypter *crackle* -ter, this is Colonial Space Station Idi requesting assis- *crackle crackle* -nder attack, I repeat, we are under attack!" The message begins looping again, the sound quality poor. And from the sound of it, heavily degraded.

Praxis presses the headset to his ear when the crackling comes over the earpiece, although his eyes widen a fraction when he is able to pick out who it was from and what's going on. He drops the headset and jams the button that puts it over the speakers, so that the whole bridge crew knows precisely what is going on. "Transmit those coordinates to Navigation, Tanner. Nav, start plotting a jump to the CSS Idi immediately…I believe there are asteroids in the vicinity, however. I will inform Command of the situation." Demitros picks up the nearest handset and dials; getting a conference with the CO and the XO. "Sirs, we're picking up a distress signal from the CSS Idi. We're currently trying to confirm the signal and Navigation is plotting a jump in case we decide to go there. Your orders?"

The hatch swings open, and another blue-uniformed officer climbs the stairs into CIC. Sheridan's finally gone to catch some zzz's after a graveyard shift the previous night, and Cortez likes taking his time on his beauty routine. So he's.. a little late in relieving Praxis of his watch duties. A few salutes shoot up around the room, though he's quick to catch the air of solemnity that's fallen over the crew. "Demitros, report," he directs toward the TACCO once he's caught a glimpse of the happenings at the comms terminal.

Persy sucks in a breath. "Frak me," she whispers. "Downloading coordinates for Idi now, sir. Tracing transponder signal to confirm Colonial origin." She shakes her head, drumming her fingers — apparently the computer's moving too slow for her. "Vector nine five, trace thirty, six-oh-three-niner. Got that?" she gives the coordinates to the nav officer.

Coming from the Hallway, lapel bring buttoned as he steps through the door, Beckett is quick to maneuver to his usual post, thus relieving one of the Ensigns on duty for his section. The Saggitaron's eyes are quick to look over to Cortez, before he is taking his usual place over by the Weapons' console-incase the offensive and yes defensive guns are needed. No words from him, until he is given an order to asked-thankfull, the Lieutenant does keep a quiet profile when in CIC

There's no time to say Officer on Deck, and he's not quite sure if it would really break the attention of the garbled distress signal. Instead, Praxis gets right down to business. "You have the deck, Colonel." comes the obligatory words before Demitros slams the headset down onto the receiver while it is dialing. Hands reconvene behind his back, chin raising. "We've just received a distress signal claiming to be from the Colonial Space Station Idi, sir. It says they're currently under attack." Knight glances once at Persy while she relays the coordinates, and then jades snap back to Cortez. "Sir, we're prepared to make the jump…though I am certain I would not need to advise caution. We haven't authenticated the signal, yet…a Cylon trap, mayhaps?"

Beckett gets a curt nod from the XO, whose attention remains mostly on Praxis while he gives his report. His brows furrow a little, and he scratches at his cheek while he considers the situation. "Frak it. If it's a trap, we'll know when we get there. Plot the jump, Lieutenant. And get the CAG on the line, I want alert vipers ready to go and a SAR team briefed on the situation. Tanner, fire up your long-range scanners and keep your eyes peeled the instant we jump. Beckett, you know the drill. If it ain't Colonial, shoot it."

Persy's fingers tippity tap on the keys, her attention fixated on her screen. "Aye, aye Colonel."

Praxis, without hesitation at the orders directed at him, nods his head once. He'll always bow down to a superior officer, even if they're jumping immediately into the fray. Suddenly, the TACCO leaps into action, recalling Persy's coordinates by memory, moving to his console and beginning to input the jump. He also multitasks, jumping on the phone and cycling through all of his pending tasks. First and foremost is, "Set condition One throughout the ship. Prepare for FTL travel."

<Intercom> Attention! Action Stations! Set Condition One throughout the ship.
[Intercom] Praxis says, "Action stations. All hands prepare for FTL travel within minutes."

"Colonel." reported back before Beckett is looking towards Praxis for a moment. One hand sliding up to idly scratch the side of his nose before he is turning back to his console. Even as the orders come out there is a nod. "Aye sir. I will have coordinates and gun patterns in momentarily." and with that the receiver is picked up as the line is pressed into the Weapons galleries. "Keely. Send the word: I want offensive guns armed and ready, following patterns are Kryptir, Zulu-187. Defensive guns are as follows: Normal Triple A Wall, with elements of third and forth batteries acting as catchers for those who get too close to the net.." And of course controls being split as they are he doesn't have to say much else. "Gods grace." passed before he is hanging up, and the weapons controls-set. Before he is bracing for the jump. "Ready-sir."

Cortez nods to his crew as orders are acknowledged and followed, and heads toward the plotting table as an Ensign brings up printouts of the CSS Idi's layout and personnel complement.

Persy reaches inside one of the pockets of her uniform, grasping some unseen talisman as she braces for the jump. For her, there's nothing to do but wait.

Blah blah blah, tappa tappa tappa. Praxis says stuff to the CAG and plots a jump simultaneously. It's a good thing the two tasks don't meld into each other, or he'd be telling Kai "two two four carem six, vector.." while inputting "Prepare Alert Vipers" into the computer. At any rate, the TACCO gets everything in order. "Colonel, jump has been plotted and FTL drives are spooled up. Jump on your mark."

Cortez finishes making a separate call to the security hub, and the S2 probably slacking off with a cuppa down there. It's hung up just in time to get Praxis' sitrep. "Let's roll," he answers with a wide grin, and rests his hip against the plotting table to begin sorting through the data he's been given.

Persy closes her eyes and draws a deep breath, bowing her head in what seems to be prayer. Or not. Because it's followed by several gulps that completely drain her extra large coffee.

Praxis meets that wide grin of the XO with a raised brow and a "Yes, sir. Jump in five…four…three…two…one.." before he presses the shiny button: the one that makes the space around them warble and distort like matter just suddenly became a viscous pudding to play around with. Thankfully, everything returns back to normal once they're on the other side…

[Intercom] Praxis says, "Jump in five…four…three…two…one…"

The jump doesn't seem to effect the Weaps at all, too used to jumps by now-it seems. There's a faint look down as one hand moves to tighten the soma braid around his wrist. Beckett then looks to the DRADIS read out, hands already straying to the weapons controls. Because it is in those first few fleeting seconds, a gun battle can be determined. "And in they came like divine messengers-justice were their swords-and retribution fell like arrows from their mouths.." murmured all quietly.

Cortez is a pretty easygoing guy, compared to the Commander. He's still got a shadow of that grin in place as they finish the jump, though he does have the good sense to hold onto the plotting table for the duration of it.

DRADIS is blank for a second, and then the sweeper starts picking up contacts. One, two, three, four.. maybe five or six in total. All Colonial transponders.

[Intercom] Praxis says, "Jump is complete. Launch alert fighters and SAR Raptor. Repeat, launch fighters and begin the SAR mission."

"They're all Colonials, sir," Tanner reports. "I'm not reading any toasters at all. I'm ready for 'em, but…" She shrugs, turning to look up at DRADIS.

Praxis expected to jump right into a firefight, honestly. Expected to be torn up as soon as the jump was complete. But what shows up on the DRADIS is a complete shock, a bunch of green blips instead of a bunch of red ones. While hope does well up within, the TACCO shakes his head. "I don't believe it, sir. And that is not astonishment, I do not -actually- believe it." Born a skeptic, always a skeptic.

"Normally I would say, err on caution and blast the hades out of them, Sir.." Beckett begins, as eyes never stray from the DRADIS, nor do hands move from where he can easily tap out a few shots before ordering the major salvos "But, I would remiss-if we did massacre a bunch of Colonials. There are few of us left as is-taking down our own numbers are counter intuitive." And so Beckett is holding from firing-for now. "Orders?"

"Weapons hold," Cortez orders, lifting a hand in Beckett's direction as he approaches the DRADIS terminal slowly. He too looks surprised, and more than a little wary. "Demitros, let's try to establish communications. All Colonial bands. Tanner, what are we looking at out there in terms of contacts?"

[TAC3] "Knight" Praxis says, "Colonial contacts, this is the Colonial Escort Carrier Kharon responding to your distress signal. Please respond."
[Into the Wireless] Praxis says, "Colonial contacts, this is the Colonial Escort Carrier Kharon responding to your distress signal. Please respond."

Praxis takes up the headset again, mounting it on his head, all hailing frequencies open. "Colonial Escort Carrier Kharon responding to a received distress call. Please acknowledge." he mentions, on a repeating loop until told to do otherwise.

[Into the Wireless] Praxis says, "This is Kharon, understood. All of you keep your eyes open; report what you see."

Hand moves off and away from the console as he turns back around to watch the XO and well the rather large display basically keeping an eye and ear open. There's a half look back to his own terminal for but a minute and then Beckett does, what he does best. He waits. "Weapons, Holding Sir."

"There's the station itself, sir. Two civilian transports — maybe three. It's hard to tell. There's interference and they might be huddled too close together to discern. And we've got a couple of military signals. Frigates," Persy reports.

Cortez nods slowly to Persy, then glances to Praxis. "I want the station and shipyard checked for life signs. Get a sitrep from Madman on what the hell he's seeing out there."

[TAC3] "Thorn" Komnenos says, "All ships, Thorn. Scopes are clear at the moment… everything looks dead out here."

Praxis directs his eyes onto Cortez at the order, fingers pressing the headset to his ears. "Thorn reports scopes are all clear - no activity." However, that does not stop him from carrying out his orders …

[TAC3] "Knight" Praxis says, "Kharon to fighter wing. Actual wants the Colonial station and ships to be scanned for life forms. Madman, give me a sitrep. What do you see, over."
[Into the Wireless] Praxis says, "Kharon to fighter wing. Actual wants the Colonial station and ships to be scanned for life forms. Madman, give me a sitrep. What do you see, over."

[TAC3] "Rebound" Willem rumbles over the comms, "SAR group, Rebound. Are you seeing what I'm seeing here? The station looks — mostly intact. Definitely not blown to bits like the rest. Looks like a couple of hull breaches, though."

Hearing Rebound's transmission, Persy shuts her eyes… and this time does, indeed, seem to be murmuring a prayer.

"Frigates would be nice to have.." Lieutenant Beckett murmurs mainly to himself. Of course a gunner would enjoy the bigger gunned ships, but he also enjoys his work here. A tilt of his head though as the words just filter out from Tanner. A shift and he waits, ever vigilante just incase their metal aggressors do come in out of no where.

[TAC3] "Madman" Matto says, "Actual, Madman, reporting sitrep: escort is ahead for visual sweep; DRADIS is clear. Yeah, the station looks in pretty decent shape. Can't say the same about the shipyards, though. Hold for thermal scan results."

[TAC3] "Case" Samantha says, "Rebound, I've got it… lookin' half normal from this city but over yonder… Shit… never seen so much debris in my life. Looks like half a fleet…"

[TAC3] "Thorn" Komnenos says, "Kharon, Thorn. I'm not detecting any life signs aboard the station."

[TAC3] "Knight" Praxis says, "Thorn, Kharon. Acknowledged, please stand by for further instructions."
[Into the Wireless] Praxis says, "Thorn, Kharon. Acknowledged, please stand by for further instructions."

[TAC3] "Rebound" Willem murmurs, "All ships, Rebound. Gods, you're right, Case. -Gods-." It's just another pile of evidence of destruction. "Keeping eyes on DRADIS just to be safe. Just to be safe."

Cortez simply gives Praxis a nod. He doesn't even bother to verbalise what he means by that, as it's pretty clear: send the raptor in. Sniff about. Yell at the first sign of trouble.

Persy listens and watches, her shoulders and spine stiff. A little pale. All her fingers are laced tight save for her forefingers, pressed against her mouth.

Very well. Praxis interprets Cortez's nod as the go-ahead. Demitros can be noted as showing little to no emotion about the entire situation as he generally does when these things happen. Besides, it just wouldn't be prudent to have a wavering voice over the radio. If anything, Demitros looks longingly over at the coffee Persy had brought him that sits over on the plotting table.

[TAC3] "Rebound" Willem says, "All ships, Rebound. Hey Thorn, did you get a scan on the space station or the docked ships as well? Over."

[TAC3] "Knight" Praxis says, "SAR Raptor, this is Kharon. Your orders are to proceed with your mission. Please acknowledge."
[Into the Wireless] Praxis says, "SAR Raptor, this is Kharon. Your orders are to proceed with your mission. Please acknowledge."

[TAC3] "Thorn" Komnenos says, "Rebound, Thorn. The ships are as empty as that station. Not close enough yet t' get a reading on what's left of that shipyard, though."

[TAC3] "Madman" Matto says, "Kharon, Madman, acknowledged, will proceed scrambling SAR."

[TAC3] "Rebound" Willem responds, "Copy that Thorn. Rebound out." Unfortunately, before he can take his thumb off the transmit button, there's a bit of a muffled mutter. It could either be a curse, or even a prayer. Half a second later, he terminates the the transmission before one can tell what it really is.

Beckett remains on watch. Luckily for the Kharon-their Weapons officer does not have an itchy trigger finger, rather he looks back over towards his own display. Still no signs of hostile life-and so the guns are largely silent.

"Krypter, krypter, krypter, this is Colonial Space Station Idi requesting assistance. We are under attack, I repeat, we are under attack!" The distress call continues looping, though the sound quality's much cleaner now the ship's within range of the transponder, and it doesn't have to make so many hops to transmit. Otherwise.. silence.

[TAC3] "Madman" Matto says, "Kharon and all SAR units, this is Madman. Thorn's found a functional docking port, proceeding to dock for Marine SAR. Taking us down in three."

[TAC3] "Knight" Praxis says, "Acknowledged, Madman. Be vigilant and heed caution."
[Into the Wireless] Praxis says, "Acknowledged, Madman. Be vigilant and heed caution."

[TAC3] "Case" Samantha says, "Good luck, Marines… come back to us, okay?"

"There's nothing I can detect that'd interfere with a hostile signature, sir," Persy reports, after running a thorough analysis. "I've probed every channel."

Praxis simply replies to all of the things that need replying to, head craning to get a look at the DRADIS display. He just can't wait for all those basestars and Raiders to just jump in. Yeah, I totally just jinxed it. Eyes are drawn to Persy at her report, a light sigh emitting from Demitros, although unbeknownst to them all Knight is actually enjoying the tense situation. It's where he works best.

Cortez is silent as the raptor and its precious cargo of marines are ordered into the breach. Brows furrowed together, he keeps his eyes up on DRADIS and does the only thing he can: waits.

"Sir." Beckett pipes up from his place over by the Weapons terminals and console. A look from his own display as he moves briefly-over to where the XO is standing. "I am thinking of locking onto the station, at vital points.." a murmur as he is quiet to keep the channel the main course of chatter "In case it is a trap, we can at least blow them out before they are able to fully move.." A raise of brows "Thoughts?"

Persy glances at Beckett. "That's not a bad idea. If the place has any weapons systems still operational, I could frag them. So they can't be turned on us."

Cortez nods to Beckett, and snaps his fingers before pointing at the man. "That's why we pay you the big bucks. Do it. You too, Tanner. In fact, see if you can crack in there and pull as much data on their personnel, crew complement, weapons, cargo, incident logs, anything you can get your hands on while our boys are down there."

Praxis is sure that a massive explosion would do well to raise morale. Of course, destroying the system also destroys much of their chance of solving the mystery of this place. That part of his opinion alone is made to Cortex with the quirking of one of the TACCOs brows. Though while Persy gets on it, Demitros quickly looks away and back at his screen.

Glad to have a purpose, Persy hops to avidly. "Aye, sir!" Fingers flying, she begins cracking into the Idi to see what she can see.

"I wouldn't put them past to have a trojan horse waiting for us.." Beckett adds, as if it is a trap. Might as well treat it as such that and then be overly surprised when it isn't. All the same Beckett is turning back to head over to his own controls, cordinates typyed out before his hand is moving on a joystick looking mechanism. Someone is aiming guns.

Cortez catches the look from Praxis, and shakes his head slightly. "Last resort, Demitros. Don't look at me like that." He's grinning though, the big man is. He moves over to Persy's station while Beckett gets their guns locked on, to oversee the countermeasures officer's work idly. "Just keep an eye on our vipers up there," he instructs Josef mildly. "They're still in range of our flak ring."

"Trojan horses are my specialty," Persy grins, working her little fingers off. "I'll put a Trojan in their Trojan and we'll see who whinnies." Get it? Horse? Win? Riiight.

Cortez adds to Praxis, "Get Case and Rebound on a standard CAP patrol around the station. Keep it tight."

[TAC3] "Madman" Matto says, "Kharon, Madman, we're on course to dock in three… two… one… docked. Preparing to scramble Marine SAR. I'm also opening databand three and uploading some images we took of the damage to the station hull near the docking port."

"Yes sir." The heat subtly seeps into Praxis' cheeks when the XO had noticed his little unvoiced protest. "Yes, sir." he acknowledges again, his dulcet tones coming over the wireless, but not before he reports, "Tanner, there's a datastream coming from the SAR Raptor. It's intelligence on the damage to the station."

[TAC3] "Knight" Praxis says, "Case…Rebound, This is Kharon. Establish standard patrol around the station; keep the perimeter close to the base."
[Into the Wireless] Praxis says, "Case…Rebound, This is Kharon. Establish standard patrol around the station; keep the perimeter close to the base."

Persy nods, tapping a few keys. "Got it…"

[TAC3] "Case" Samantha says, "Copy that, Kharon…. Patrol established…"

"They need to remember not to fly in it-sometimes you would think they like to be shot by our own guns.." Josef mildly adds back towards Cortez, friendly banter and nothing more-as he is noting a few things as he prepares for-the worst.

Persy grins. "I'm in, boys," she announces. "They've got some encryption going on, but I'm slicing through. Give me a few minutes, and we'll know all their dirty little secrets…" She keeps an eye on the datastream from the SAR Raptor at the same time.

[TAC3] "Rebound" Willem rattles off, "Kharon, Rebound. Copy that. Standard patrol pattern Gamma."

Cortez nods to Persy, and murmurs, "Good job, Tanner. Keep on it. Beckett, do we have a lock yet? Weapons are hold until I give the word."

"Patrol has been established around the base, sir." Praxis informs Cortez when there is an opening for Demitros to speak. Fingers interlace between each other and rest on the counter as they are not needed for a moment. The same cannot be said for his aural organs.

"Locked on, Colonel." Beckett replies without missing a beat. And so the focus is held on the station for this moment. If all is well he can smoke a cigarette and have a coffee later, remiss about how the station was harmless or went up in a plume of silent flame. "Holding for your mark-sir." tacked on.

"C'mon you skanky ho," Persy mutters at the Idi as works. "Give it up."

When Persy mutters, Praxis just looks up from his station, shaking his head rapidly left and right to confirm that what he heard was not a hallucination. A glance to Cortez. A glance to Persy. A glance to Cortez. Well, clearly the XO doesn't have as much of a stick in his ass as Praxis does.

Cortez glances toward Praxis at his report, and nods slightly. "I want that channel kept open, and regular sit reps from the team on the ground. Tanner, how's that skanky ho coming?" He picks up a cup of cold coffee, gods know whose, and starts sipping from it. Nope, not much of a stick to speak of where Cortez is concerned.

"It's hard out here to be a pimp, sir," Tanner reports. "But she's coming around to my way of thinking."

[TAC3] "Knight" Praxis says, "SAR team, this is Kharon. It's a bit too quiet out there. Regular sitreps requested, please acknowledge."
[Into the Wireless] Praxis says, "SAR team, this is Kharon. It's a bit too quiet out there. Regular sitreps requested, please acknowledge."

[TAC3] "Thorn" Komnenos says, "Kharon, Thorn acknowledges. We are docked with the station; Marine fireteam preparing to disembark."

Cortez asides to Praxis without taking his eyes off DRADIS, "Switch to marine tactical band, Demitros."

[TAC3] "Knight" Praxis says, "Understood, Thorn. All SAR team communications will now switch and take place on the marine tactical channel from this point forward."
[Into the Wireless] Praxis says, "Understood, Thorn. All SAR team communications will now switch and take place on the marine tactical channel from this point forward."

"Such a classy act Tanner." Beckett muses with a faint grin before he is looking back to the targeting display as DRADIS continues only to read nothing but friendlies. A faint twitch of his lips before he is musing aloud once more. "And whenst they pried open their ribcage-Ares looked down with grim humor. For no heart did he see beating. No-HeKate stole it.."

[Into the Wireless] Praxis says, "SAR team, Kharon. Do you copy?"

[TAC3] "Rebound" Willem says, "Kharon, Rebound. Viper wing reporting. We've got a whole lot of the same. Nothing. Nothing out here but…ghosts. Over.""

[TAC3] "Thorn" Komnenos says, "Copy, Kharon. Switching over."

Demitros grumbles at his little fumble on the radio, shaking his head slightly and deciding he should be engrossed in his work than comment on all the skanky talk going on…for now.

[Into the Wireless] Praxis says, "Fireteam Echo, this is Kharon - Understood. Actual wishes for regular radio checks from this point on."
You paged Cortez with 'Anything yet? :)'

[TAC3] "Rebound" Willem says, "Kharon, Rebound. Just noticed something. Doing a flyby on the station, it looks like some of the docking doors were blown from the -inside-. Repeat. -From the inside-. Over."

[TAC3] "Case" Samantha says, "Kharon… getting a bit of a closer look over here… some of these doors are quite warped… OUtwards. Like the ships were forcibly pulling out, blowing them open to escape… You seeing this, Rebound?"

[TAC3] "Rebound" Willem coughs, with a wry addendum. "Case, Rebound. Copy that. Looks like over there, there's some debris at four-one-two by nine-seven carom five-five-three. Looks like what's left of a transport. Kharon, recommend relaying this to SAR teams, ASAP."

[TAC3] "Case" Samantha says, "I got it, Rebound…. Frak, those pieces are tiny. What the hell did that, a nuke?"

[Into the Wireless] Praxis says, "Echo, Kharon. Message received and understood."

"I'm through, ladies and—er… gentlemen and gentlemen," Persy says. "Data's downloading now."

[TAC3] "Thorn" Komnenos says, "Rebound, Thorn, four-one-two by nine-seven carom five-five-eight confirmed." There's a pause. "This is frakkin' bizarre.""

[TAC3] "Knight" Praxis says, "Case, Kharon. I apologize for the delay, I read you. Continue your search for anything else amiss."

[Into the Wireless] Praxis says, "Case, Kharon. I apologize for the delay, I read you. Continue your search for anything else amiss."

[TAC3] "Case" Samantha says, "Copy, Kharon."

[TAC3] "Rebound" Willem says, "This is Rebound. Case, good question. Our good people in CIC would be able to detect radiological signatures to a degree but the alarms would be going off. Thorn. What's bizarre? Other than the obvious. Over."

[Into the Wireless] Praxis says, "SAR Team, Kharon. Be advised, CAP has located some doors warped outwards, as if docked ships were forcing their exit from the station."

Demitros rattles off his reports. "Fireteam is still making their entry. Meanwhile, we've got the CAP circling the base. They've noticed a peculiar pattern .. " Knight explains everything about the warped doors as well as the remains of a transport.

Cortez chews on his thumbnail, one arm folded across his midsection, and propping up his other elbow as he listens to Praxis' report and the general comm chatter. "No life signs yet? Bodies?"

"Whoa. Guys, I got a DRADIS reading. It… blipped. It was there, then it was gone. It was clear, though. It wasn't a artefact." Persy starts running filters and diagnostics, fast as fast. "What the /hells/ is going on here? I'm transmitting the last-know coordinates now."

[TAC3] "Thorn" Komnenos says, "Rebound, Thorn. Not t' belabor the obvious, but… what th' frak…" Thorn trails off. "Kharon, Thorn. Possible DRADIS contact. I don't know, it was just there a moment… but I swear I saw something."

Praxis looks towards the XO. "Suggest we send fighters to that last-known." the tactical officer quickly suggests before hopping back onto the radio.

"Tell them that's confirmed and to watch their asses," Persy recommends.

[Into the Wireless] Praxis says, "Echo, Kharon. Any sign of life present? Cadavers?"

[TAC3] "Knight" Praxis says, "Thorn, Kharon. DRADIS contact confirmed, we saw it here too."
[Into the Wireless] Praxis says, "Thorn, Kharon. DRADIS contact confirmed, we saw it here too."

[TAC3] "Case" Samantha says, "Kharon, Thorn… I'm not picking it up yet. Approximate location?"

[TAC3] "Thorn" Komnenos says, "Good t'know I'm not going crazy. Case, Thorn… unable t' isolate. It wasn't there but a second."

Beckett turns his head looking back towards Praxis for a moment before that grin is dying off quicker than anything as he is looking back towards the station. A cursory glance given over the DRADIS display, and then a look over his shoulder to the XO. "We're still locked sir."

[TAC3] "Rebound" Willem says, tensely. "This is Rebound. No joy on DRADIS contacts here either. Maybe the Viper consoles were built by the lowest…" He doesn't finish that statement. Bad joke.

[TAC3] "Rebound" Willem finishes. "Got any positional data on where that ghost was? We can take a peek. Over."

Cortez scowls at the news, and nods curtly to Praxis. "Do it." He glances toward Beckett as well. Not an order to do anything just yet, merely a 'get your game face on' sort of look.

[TAC3] "Case" Samantha says, "Thorn just said he could isolate. We'll keep our eyes open…"

[TAC3] (from "Knight" Praxis) Praxis relays last-known coordinates of the blip over to the Vipers. "CAP, Kharon. Way ahead of you. You should be getting nav information, go to it.
[Into the Wireless] Praxis relays last-known coordinates of the blip over to the Vipers. "CAP, Kharon. Way ahead of you. You should be getting nav information, go to it.

[TAC3] "Knight" Praxis says, "Oh, and CAP…exercise extreme caution."
[Into the Wireless] Praxis says, "Oh, and CAP…exercise extreme caution."

Persy tenses. "Caught the blip again. It's closing on the Idi. Transmitting last known."

[TAC3] "Rebound" Willem says, haltingly, "Kharon, Rebound. Coordinates received. Proceeding with visual scan when in range. Oh. And we always do, Sir. Rebound out."

Praxis is sure to stick that 'watch your asses' in for Persy, nodding over once in her direction before watching the DRADIS idly, as well as flipping constantly back and forth from Marine to Air-Wing frequencies. "Done, sir." the tactical officer says to Cortez.

[TAC3] "Knight" Praxis says, "Cap, Kharon…Unknown DRADIS contact is closing in on the station. Transmitting updates."
[Into the Wireless] Praxis says, "Cap, Kharon…Unknown DRADIS contact is closing in on the station. Transmitting updates."

[Into the Wireless] Praxis says, "Echo, Kharon. Understood. Any indication on where all the personnel went?"

[TAC3] "Thorn" Komnenos says, "All ships, Thorn. Confirmed, Kharon. I've isolated its location as somewhere on the opposite side of the station. Based on th' two appearances, I'm working t' calculate most likely course and speed."

[TAC3] "Case" Samantha says, "Waiting for orders once position is established, Kharon…"

[TAC3] "Rebound" Willem covers his ass with a little bit of an overlooked detail. "Kharon, CAP. Copy that. Weapons are hot. Requesting weapons free upon comfirmation of hostile target. Over."

[TAC3] "Knight" Praxis says, "CAP, Kharon. Intercept if hostile."
[Into the Wireless] Praxis says, "CAP, Kharon. Intercept if hostile."

Persy sighs at Rebound's transmission. "Be careful dumbass…" she murmurs with unmistakable adoration.

Cortez switches from chewing on his thumbnail, to chewing on his lip. "The frak's the deal over there?" he mutters to himself. There's a brief nod to Praxis, to acknowledge. But he doesn't otherwise interject; the TACCO is more than capable of doing his job.

[Into the Wireless] Praxis says, "Echo, Kharon. Understood…no metallic Cylon remains in the vicinity either?"

Beckett remains silent, like a Sentinel poised on the hill waiting with bow drawn in order to reign down the response that is needed. However this is not the early or founding times of the colonies-no-this is a CEC and he is just the man at the command of several nasty gun batteries. Game face? Its on.

Praxis looks over to Beckett, a bit of a smile reaching his features. Knowing the Lieutenant, he knows him when he wants something to shoot at. However, no such luck. However, when Cortez speaks up…Prax just realizes he's voicing what everyone is thinking. The tactical-turned-comm-officer is doing his best to manage all of the situations simultaneously.

[Into the Wireless] Praxis says, "Echo, Kharon understands the received message. Also be mindful of potential hull brea- * cut off by Thorn *"

[TAC3] "Case" Samantha says, "Two enemy contacts… Damn close. Came out of no where. Requestion weapons hot permission now?"

"One life form, sir…" Praxis reports, a wide-eyed look given to the XO.

"We have hostile contacts on DRADIS. Repeat, hostile contacts," Persy announces.

[TAC3] "Knight" Praxis says, "CAP, Kharon. You've got weapons hot, take them out."
[Into the Wireless] Praxis says, "CAP, Kharon. You've got weapons hot, take them out."

[TAC3] "Thorn" Komnenos says, "All ships, Thorn, hostile DRADIS contacts detected! Coming out of the shipyard, headed straight for Foxbat-7. Please assist."
You paged Nike with 'Going after the hostiles with a frag to their weapons systems, using the same matrix as last time.'

[TAC3] "Rebound" Willem suddenly calls out, "This is Rebound. I see 'em. Two contacts. Bandits, hostile. Definitely unfriendly, under a click away and closing in from the shipyards. Contacts positioned, Bearing 187, Carom 221. Weapons free. Thorn called it. I'm right with you, Case."

Cortez cuts his eyes quickly toward Praxis, and stares at the man for a few seconds. "Get them to proceed with caution. One survivor's better than none. Tanner, fire up countermeasures. That data download's going to have to wait. Beckett, weapons. Hold for my mark, and only if our vipers can't handle them. Demitros, scramble alert vipers."

[TAC3] "Case" Samantha says, "Weapons free. Lets tear'em up."

[Intercom] Praxis says, "Hostile contacts, Scramble fighters! Repeat, scramble alert fighters!"

The Lieutenant is happy when he doesn't need to fire anyway. However given the chatter screaming out over the coms, Beckett's quickly tapping out a few commands "Get the vipers out of the Triple A, if we have to gods damned use it." But he's busy training the guns off the station. Indeed, if the Vipers cannot handle them he'll catch them as they make for the Foxbat. "I am already- guns are on my manual control. Ready to fire.." Which means someone has just turned the ships safety-off. This is what Beckett indeed lives for.

"I've got a good matrix from the Solon II mission, sir. We'll see how it hits 'em…" Tanner replies.

[TAC3] "Knight" Praxis says, "Hostile contacts, Scramble fighters! Repeat, scramble alert fighters!"
[Into the Wireless] Praxis says, "Hostile contacts, Scramble fighters! Repeat, scramble alert fighters!"

[TAC3] "Rebound" Willem shouts, "Case, Rebound. One's going for the Raptor. Your call on this one, I've got you either way."

[Into the Wireless] Praxis says, "Echo, Kharon. I do not believe I need to tell you to proceed with caution."

[TAC3] "Case" Samantha says, "Get them off the Foxbat first, Rebound, then we'll take care of ourselves. We dodge a hell of a lot better."

"Praxis, sir. Tell the planes they've got free kills," Persy says quickly. "And to make 'em count, 'cause this trick doesn't last forever."

[TAC3] "Thorn" Komnenos says, "Take these bastards quick, Case, I don't like t' be th' one playing damsel in distress."

[TAC3] "Knight" Praxis says, "Kharon to all Vipers. Lieutenant JG Free Kills has disabled enemies. Repeat, enemies are disabled. Adjust tactics accordingly."
[Into the Wireless] Praxis says, "Kharon to all Vipers. Lieutenant JG Free Kills has disabled enemies. Repeat, enemies are disabled. Adjust tactics accordingly."

Praxis cannot help but have his lips quiver slightly at the moniker he gives Persy, although it's unlikely his lips will get any looser than that. "That is yet another drink they all owe you, Tanner." Demitros mentions.

Persy tosses Praxis a grin over her shoulder. "Just doin' my job, sir."

[TAC3] (from "Rebound" Willem) ..There is a sound of a very muffled chuckle over the comms. "Kharon, Rebound. Copy that. OH. Messy."

[TAC3] "Case" Samantha says, "Rebound. Let's get bogey one out of the water then go for his buddy. Keep up the hits, we got a sitting duck on a platter for us. Wonder if anyone's got orange sauce down there to dress her with."

Beckett is still not celebrating, rather he is focused on the task at hand. Waiting, for the affirmative, or the negative from the XO should he be needed to fire. Trigger remains on the trigger as he continues to track and lock with the gun controls. Needless to say when the batteries open up "We're locked." the Officer chirps-but then he is only waiting for the signal.

[TAC3] "Thorn" Komnenos says, "Kharon, Thorn. Tell Free Kills she's takin' the excitement out of life."

[TAC3] "Knight" Praxis says, "Thorn, Kharon. Understood, will tell Tanner to reenable Raider weapons, over. *snicker*"
[Into the Wireless] Praxis says, "Thorn, Kharon. Understood, will tell Tanner to reenable Raider weapons, over. *snicker*"

[TAC3] "Rebound" Willem says, "Case, Rebound. Right with you. Oh, and Thorn?…Never mind."

Cortez cracks another of his signature grins as Persy does her thing, and claps the young woman on the shoulder before trotting back up to the planning table. His crew's got everything in hand, so he splits his attention between the DRADIS station above his head, and the data feed they've got so far from the Idi.

Praxis clears his throat after his comm chatter. He realizes he's letting things get a little bit too silly, ESPECIALLY for a man who is more than proper about oh, one hundred percent of the time. Knight clears his visage of all emotion again and returns to the comm jockeying. Too bad Seriy missed this.

Persy keeps her eyes on the ball, but she can't help grinning at the chatter. "Call Thorn 'Rosebud' sir, and tell him I'll make his life exciting later."

[TAC3] "Case" Samantha says, "Come on, Rebound…finish the frakker and I'll think about ceasing to call you Pookie. Pookie."

[TAC3] "Rebound" Willem grumbles. It almost sounds like an affectation. "Oh, he did -not- just do that. Looks like the starboard wing's going to need repainting. Case, Rebound. Splash one. One left."

[TAC3] "Thorn" Komnenos says, "Vipers, Thorn. That Raider is getting a little pushy with my personal space. Care t' splash him for me?"

[TAC3] "Case" Samantha says, "Workin' on it, Thorn… Just stay back and let my by ass get in the way."

[TAC3] "Thorn" Komnenos says, "Somehow, Case, I don't see you as the type that needs t' be told t' work harder. I'll leave you t' it, then."

[TAC3] "Madman" Matto says, "Case, Madman, your ass alright?"

[TAC1] "Knight" Praxis says, "Echo, Kharon. Status update? Still working on the door?"
[Into the Wireless] Praxis says, "Echo, Kharon. Status update? Still working on the door?"

Cortez jerks his head toward Praxis. "What the frak's going on down there? I want another sit-" And it seems Demitros had the same idea, at the same time. He folds his arms again, and cranes his neck to watch the DRADIS console. Down to one blip now.

Persy watches DRADIS anxiously. "I think they're not shooting straight to spite me — c'mon, guys!"

[TAC1] Dutch says, "Kharon, Echo. We're still dealing with the Damned door. When I have something, I'll ping-Door's open we're going in."

[TAC3] "Rebound" Willem says, "Mi'lady Thorn, you are safe in your tower, it would seem. Kharon, Rebound. What the -frak-? This Toaster's trying to limp -home-. Wherever home is. We just added a couple extra vents and now he doesn't want to play anymore. This is new."

[TAC3] "Case" Samantha says, "My ass is fine as ever, Madman. You can check it out when we get back"

[TAC3] "Rebound" Willem says, "Uh, scratch that. Splash that. Even. I think we broke our toy."

[TAC3] "Case" Samantha says, "Splash 2 indeed…frakking lovely job, Rebound. We'll get you more toys when we get home. I have some in my locker."

Praxis watches Cortez as the XO's slight annoyance is directed towards him, but Demitros is happy that they're on the same wavelength. There's nothing he likes more than making his superiors happy! Knight turns eyes onto Persy. "No worries, as they say. It would seem as if the work had paid off."

[TAC3] "Thorn" Komnenos says, "Thanks, Rebound. And I was so looking forward t' Case climbing up my hair, too.""

Cortez gives Praxis an approving nod, and then looks back to Persy. "Let's finish off that data download."

[TAC3] (from "Rebound" Willem) There's the sound of choking over the comms. More choking. "Umm. Yeah. Kharon, CAP. Reporting both targets neutralized. Send our regards to 'Free Kills', by the way. My bird took a couple surface dings on the left wing but nothing to worry about. Awaiting further instructions, over."

Persy nods. "I downloaded the shit out of it, sir. It's just been waiting for some love." She punches a screen up to eyeball.

As word passes over the Wireless and his own displays tell as much, there seems to be a mutter from Beckett as the guns are then wheeled back into place on the station-just incase of course. A blink as his fingers pinch the bridge of his nose-before he is looking back towards the XO. "We're back to being locked onto the station."

[TAC3] "Case" Samantha says, "But yeah… much thanks to free kills. And I'll always take care of ya, Thorn."

[TAC1] "Madman" Matto says, "Echo, Madman, sitrep?"

[TAC3] "Rebound" Willem says, "All ships, Rebound. Addendum? This may be wild conjecture but I would say there are too many fishy things going on here to say that wasn't a trap. Be alert."

[TAC3] "Thorn" Komnenos says, "Kharon, Thorn. Th' station appears t've lost power. We are attempting t' raise the fireteam."

"They seem to be coming from the shipyards. I wonder if there are more inert fighters waiting there to reactivate." Praxis idly wonders, although that wondering -is- directed towards the plotting table. And more news. "Sir…the station has lost power."

[TAC3] "Thorn" Komnenos says, "And yeah, Rebound, no arguments there. This shit just gets weirder and weirder."

[TAC3] "Knight" Praxis says, "Thorn, Kharon. Understood. Will attempt to hail Echo."
[Into the Wireless] Praxis says, "Thorn, Kharon. Understood. Will attempt to hail Echo."

[TAC1] "Madman" Matto says, "Echo, Madman, can you hear? Please acknowledge."

[TAC3] "Thorn" Komnenos says, "Kharon, Thorn. No response from Echo on our end."

[TAC3] "Case" Samantha says, "The last bogey looked like he was trying to limp home… turned tail for some reason, possibly to report in… so they might come checking sooner or later, but not as soon if he had gotten home."

Cortez sucks in a breath when Praxis speaks, and nods slowly. "Keep Case and Rebound on CAP around the station. Send the alert fighters to take a look around the shipyards. Weapons hot, engage any bandits on sight. Tanner, are you seeing anything fishy? Interference, anything? I want you to run every sniffer you've got."

[TAC1] "Madman" Matto says, "Kharon, Madman, there's been some sort of a power failure on board the station. No acknowledgement from Echo."

[TAC1] "Knight" Praxis says, "Madman, Kharon. We are aware of the situation, please stand by for further orders."
[Into the Wireless] Praxis says, "Madman, Kharon. We are aware of the situation, please stand by for further orders."

"Yes, sir," Persy affirms, breaking out the sniffers, the swiffers, and anything else that might pick something up.

[TAC3] "Thorn" Komnenos says, "Hm, Case… maybe Raiders aren't as dumb as they look."

[TAC1] "Madman" Matto says, "Kharon, Madman, standing by."

[TAC3] "Knight" Praxis says, "All Vipers, this is Kharon. CAP, keep a close perimeter on the station. Alert fighters, converge on the shipyards and do a close visual inspection."
[Into the Wireless] Praxis says, "All Vipers, this is Kharon. CAP, keep a close perimeter on the station. Alert fighters, converge on the shipyards and do a close visual inspection."

[TAC3] "Rebound" Willem says, "This is Rebound. I hate it when we're right, Thorn. Case? It seems like those things jumped in 'round the shipyard. I wonder at the precision of those damned FTL's. At any rate. That's for another time. Holding CAP."

[TAC1] Dutch says, "Madman, Echo. Hold your godsdamned horses. We've made contact."

Praxis looks towards Cortez. "Sir, request instructions on losing contact with Echo. They have not responded to any of our -" Again, Demitros is interrupted by a comm link with Echo. Geez, they always scare you like that.

[TAC1] "Thorn" Komnenos says, "Try not t' keep us on the edge of our frakkin seats any, Echo."

[TAC1] "Madman" Matto says, "Echo, Madman; okay, okay, the lights went off and I was just hoping for some sort of 'we're still alive.'"

[TAC3] "Rebound" Willem says, "Kharon, Rebound. Copy that. Holding pattern. Lots of flickering, pretty lights."

[TAC1] Dutch says, "Madman, Echo. We found a kid. Next time-don't worry. If we're dying I'll be sure to scream somethin' poetic like, we're being killed by giant ass robots from space."

Cortez chuckles at Praxis. "Take it easy there, son." Yes, he just called the TACCO, 'son'. The XO seems pretty chill about this whole affair, aside from his nail-biting earlier. He's silent for the time being though, waiting on word from the alert vipers as to what might be up with the shipyards.

[TAC1] "Madman" Matto says, "Echo, Madman, fair enough. Any idea why the lights went out?"

"Taking it easy, sir." Knight acknowledges. Between the skanky ho's and the sons, strange methods of communication no longer shock the fearless Demitros. As he's been doing for the duration of the night, he continues to monitor the communication situation. I like how that rhymes.

[TAC1] Dutch says, "Madman, Echo. I'm a doctor dammit not an electrician. I suspect something happened when we blew open the door."

[TAC1] "Madman" Matto says, "That… might do it. I'll leave you alone, now."

[TAC1] Epi says, "With all due respect, Lieutenant Matto? Shut the frak up and let us work. Write down your questions for when we get back. We're a little busy trying to do a sweep without responding to inane chatter. Don't call us unless our asses are in the fire. We'll call you."

[TAC1] Dutch says, "Kharon, Echo. We've found a kid."

[TAC1] "Knight" Praxis says, "Echo, Kharon. How's he/she look?"
[Into the Wireless] Praxis says, "Echo, Kharon. How's he/she look?"

Persy blinks. "A kid…" she whispers. "Holy shit." She shakes her head suddenly. "Sir…" she motions to the XO. "Sir, you might want to have a look at this…"

[TAC1] Dutch says, "Kharon Echo. I'll check him out in the ride home. Aux has been on three minutes and the power's about to fail. All of it. We're hoofing it back to the SAR"

[TAC1] Dutch says, "Madman, Echo. Support is failing-we're running home-repeat we're running home. Start up the frakking engines."

Persy points to a few lines of the Idi's log. "There was a security breach — it's not specific. But they sent out a distress call to a shipyard near here… A few clicks away. Here's the coordinates." She points to the next lines. "Okay, so, look at the time they were attacked. When they sent out the beacon. About right for hostiles to hustle over here and respond instead of the cavalry, right? Maybe the shipyard was attacked first… and maybe that's where our hostiles are coming from NOW."

[TAC1] "Madman" Matto says, "Echo, Madman, we hear you. We're ready to go save butts in seats."

[TAC1] "Knight" Praxis says, "Echo, Kharon. We'll be waiting for you to return home. Make sure you actually get there."
[Into the Wireless] Praxis says, "Echo, Kharon. We'll be waiting for you to return home. Make sure you actually get there."

Beckett turns his head towards Persy for a moment, as it seems he had the same reaction, but as the motions come the Weapons Officer is more intuned now into what is going on- before he is looking back to his own DRADIS display. Needless to say even as he is listening-it seems the readout-he's readying for more anti calvary to show.

Cortez heads over to Persy's station when she motions to him, and reaches for the log file printouts. "Let me know when all our birds are in the coop, Demitros," he murmurs, smiling a little at the man. He's pretty clearly pleased with how the TACCO's been handling things.

Praxis turns his head towards the XO, a brow quirking as he needs a little bit of elucidation. "Does that mean I should issue an RTB to the fighters; escorting Foxbat-7 home, sir?"

[TAC3] "Spider" Kai says, "Kharon, Spider. Sweep of the shipyards is complete, we are no joy on enemy contacts, and there isn't much salvageable out here. Requesting permission to RTB."

[TAC3] "Knight" Praxis says, "Spider, Kharon. You've got it. Bring yourself and your comrades back to the hive, over."
[Into the Wireless] Praxis says, "Spider, Kharon. You've got it. Bring yourself and your comrades back to the hive, over."

Persy stands and salutes. "Permission to go greet the birdies, sirs?" One in particular, of course. But still.

Cortez nods to Praxis. "Soon as our marines are on board, get them back here."

Cortez adds to that, "Granted."

Praxis watches Persy and her inevitable departure, a single brow raised at her. He knows where she's going.

Persy stands and dances a little end zone celebration. "It's always a pleasure serving under you, sir!" she enthuses to Cortez. That she'd happily have his babies if she weren't already taken goes unsaid, though it's somehow implied. She scurries out.


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