Matters Of Security
Matters of Security
Summary: Post rescue of a small boy from the Space Station Idi, and mystery explosion, Salazar & Epi debrief.
Date: PH 120 (17 Aug 2009)
Related Logs: Space Station Idi Event Logs

CEC Kharon, Deck 2, Security Hub
IC Time: Post Holocaust Day #120
OOC Time: Mon Aug 17 00:23:36 2009

This room is the defacto headquarters for Marine operations on board the ship and also serves as their office. There are a pair of desks that flank the entrance to the door and another at the rear, that one obviously belonging to the Marine CO. A Colonial Marine Corps flag hangs proudly in the corner, accompanied by pictures of Marines in action and paintings depicting famous battles of the Cylon War and other actions. A picture of the Commandant of the CMC also hangs on the far wall as a reminder. There is a small video monitor in the corner that feeds into a camera in the brig, displaying a live feed into the office. As well, an armored door at the far end of the room displays in bright white lettering 'Primary Small Arms,' denoting the Security Hub as holding the main locker for storing the rifles and explosives aboard. Another hatch on the opposite end of the room denotes it as leading to the Small Arms Range.

And into the Security Hub comes skitting Epi Jarot, still holding the knapsack. She's dropped the weapons off, luckily, though still has the grenade in her pocket. Her face is hella flushed and she looks to be sweating, just a little. If her eyes were any more glazed, they'd be fresh off the rack at Krispy Kreme.

By the time the Corporal arrives, Salazar is seated at her desk finishing off a stack of reports. Her jacket is unbuttoned, hinting that she was soon to leave the office to head back to the berthings. "Jarot."

That one word is enough to wipe the glazed look from Epi's face. She slides right back into professionalism and snaps to a salute, then settles into an attention stance. "I've apologized to the CAG, Sir," Epi says quietly, eyes focused over Salazar's shoulder. "I'll have a formal letter of apology drafted to Lieutenant Matto and anyone else you deem necessary by the morning, Sir."

There's a moment before Salazar flips her folder closed, and looks up from the file. "No written apology is necessary, Corporal. A verbal acknowledgement of ill chosen and timed delivery might be apropriate, however." She nods to the chair across from her desk. "Have a seat."

Epi slides into the offered seat, but her back doesn't move an inch from that stick-straight posture. "Yes Sir," she says quietly. "I'll speak with Lieutenant Matto as soon as possible." The grenade comes out of her pocket and is carefully placed on the S2's desk. The bag is not.

Salazar reaches over and picks up the grenade, after a moment of contemplation. She tosses it from one hand to the other. "You shouldn't have." She glances across the desk. "What's in the bag?"

"That's what the boy threw at us, with the pin still in. His name is Cass." Short, succinct. "He's got some dried rations in here, some odds and ends, toys mostly. I was hoping to hold onto this until I see him again. I'm going to keep it safe since it's got, well, some treats." She's just a -little- abashed, and maybe a touch protective.

"I trust you will. I'm sure he'd appreciate it. Given some of the comms chatter I overheard, it doesn't sound like the boy has much of anything left." The S2 nods, and doesn't pursue the backpack further. "If you could, Corporal, give me the series of events in your own words." She rises. "Would you like a cup of coffee?"

Pause. Blink. Epi hesitates for a moment then dips her head, once. "Thank you Sir. Coffee usually calms me down." Makes sense, in a strange way. "We put down on the station and boarded. The pilots were…talkative, and wanted updates. I blew the first set of doors at Sergeant Elder's order - it was the proper thing to do in the situation. We cleared the first section - chapel, gift shop and mess area. That's when we noticed the people were a day or two gone. We followed the blood trail. There was signs of a gun fight, a broken sewage pipe, but no bodies. The trail led us to the area we found the boy. I had to blow those doors as well. As the blast detonated, the lights flickered. I'm not certain why." The delivery is simple and easy, as if she's done this a thousand times before. "For some reason, our Raptor hadn't done a thermal scan before we put in. A scan run just before we breeched showed one thermal sign. We breeched, he threw the grenade. The pin was in. He came out from behind the crates at Sergeant Elder's urging and seemed to accept us."

Salazar crosses behind Epi, in her coffee retrieval ritual. She carries her porcelain mug to the coffee maker, picks up the pot, and slowly fills it most of the way full. She stands there for a moment, listening to the recounting. A second cup is poured into one of the community mugs resting atop the cabinet. "Hm." Salazar returns to her desk only after the marine has paused. She sets down the mug in front of other other woman, then returns to her side of the desk with her own. "Did you trigger a self destruct sequence that you are aware of?"

"Not that I'm aware of, Sir," Epi says, but then her face falls slightly. "But it's a definite possibility. As we got the boy, the computer announced that, after we'd been there for 3 minutes, life support was down to 65%. It was rather quick. It's…" Not only possible, but -probable-, now that she thinks about it.

"Unlikely the power drained that quickly on its own, unless it wasn't up to full to begin with." Salazar is quiet for a moment before she takes a sip of her coffee. "Though I'm not familiar with the details of the design of a space station with civilian residents, I am fairly certain emergency power should last more than fifteen minutes." See, marines are S-M-A-R-T. "It wouldn't be a leap to assume some sort of sabotage. The circumstances surrounding the station are suspicious at best." Understatement. The S2 regards Epi for a moment. "I'd like you to see if you can find out if the boy saw anything. Gently, of course. If it was violent," And it most certainly was, "We'll have to tread carefully to find out what he knows." She sounds as if she speaks from experience, but she does not elaborate. "Thank you, Jarot."

Epi blinks for a moment, then nods. "I'd planned to talk with him, Sir. He didn't say a word while we were with him, and he didn't have the chance to on the Raptor." Oh, she's not a happy camper, but she doesn't elaborate. "I'm going to find some crayons. If he won't talk, he might draw for us."

Salazar's eyes are far off for a moment, and then she smiles slightly, her gaze returning to the other marine. "That's definitely a good idea." She takes another sip of her coffee. "I'm sure there are some supplies somewhere on the ship. I hear Leda has a stash of items."

Epi FINALLY takes a sip of her coffee. She forgot it was there, clearly. "Oh, I'm sure he does, Sir," she says with a smile that relaxes her face. "In fact, he's promised to get me…" Pause. For once her head goes before her mouth. "One or two items I'd asked for," she finishes.

Salazar's fingers brush under her chin briefly, and then she sits up, and undoes the last button on her jacket, the universal symbol for off duty. "If you need to, lean on him a bit. Tell him it's a security issue." She, of course, means art supplies, not personal items, but he distinction is not overtly made.

The little Marine finally relaxes a bit more and nods. "He swears he owes me something for saving lives," she tells Salazar quietly, the smile fading a bit. "So I went for something that might be a bit of a challenge for him. I think that's what he likes. The challenge."

"There isn't a lot of recreation on this ship. I wouldn't be surprised." Salazar, nostalgic for the relative splendor and luxury of a Battlestar? Maybe a little. But, hey, refugees can't be picky about their space faring vessels. "I'd consider that good interdepartmental cooperation. Good for morale."

"Oh," Epi says, dipping her head. "The interdepartmental cooperation is the kissing poll. Which department has the best kissers. So far CIC and Vipers are neck and neck. But the sample needs to be bigger." She's trying not to grin.

Salazar brushes her fingers across her upper lip, as if trying to hide a smile of her own. She clears her throat slightly and says, "I take it you're the judge?" She smoothes away the expression, and her hand drops to her coffee mug. "So long as no Department Heads catch you snogging officers."

The little Marine takes a sip of her coffee. "You know, the intelligence gathering techniques I'm learning about are rather…interesting, Sir," she murmurs. "You find out the damndest things."

"That you do." Salazar sits up in her chair, and shuffles the folders all into a drawer of her desk which she then locks. The hatch opens, and another marine steps in to take over the shift in the Sec Hub. "People say a lot of things in front of marines. Particularly the enlisted." She rises. "It's a side bonus of working for a living. Everyone forgets you're there." She nods to Jarot. "I'm off to bed, Corporal. If I think up any further questions after a good night of sleep, I'll corner you later." Like a horror movie monster! Only less drippy and stuff.

Epi hops to her feet and pulls to a salute. "Night Sir," she says quietly. "I'll let you know what I find out from Cass." Awwwww. Someone has a new pet.

The S2 nods to the Corporal. "Excellent." She scoops up her coffee, and stows the key to her desk in her pocket. "Goodnight, Corporal." The salute is returned easily. "Pleasant dreams."

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