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Heroic Measures
Summary: The cylons attack 42 minutes after the Kharon's escape from Solon II.
Date: PH218 (22 Nov 2009)
Related Logs: Measure by Measure - Air Wing & Heroic Measures.

CEC Kharon, Hangar Deck, Hangar Bay #1
IC Time: Post Holocaust Day #218
OOC Time: Sun Nov 22 21:22:45 2009

There's activity here at almost every hour of the day. Impact guns can be heard with their shrieking rumble while crew call back and forth, their voices carrying just above the din of the work here. What's readily apparent is that this is the main Hangar Bay for the Vipers, the distance going back further than the other two Bays which are separated by thick, hydraulically rolled blast doors. On each side of the room, near the Fore end, six Viper tubes are ready for quick deployment of the Kharon's Viper squadron. Lining the rest of Hangar Bay One, each Mark Two and Mark Seven has its own place to be kept with a small red toolchest that holds the minimum of required equipment for quick maintenance.

Along the floor, each individual Viper bay is painted off with a single hashed yellow and black stripe. A deep red line denotes important electrical conduits and access ports just below the deck while a bright blue line follows up walls and across the floor to tell where the Tylium lines run in case of fire. Outlets along the wall for the fuel as well as corrugated rubber piping stand ready for use, fluorescent yellow firefighting gear kept in plain sight for easy access nearby.

Thea moves toward Kitty and Matto, reaching out to touch the former's arm. "Good work out there tonight," she tells the other woman quietly. Yes, the Raptor lead is keeping it quiet tonight.

Fingers climbs out of her viper as it's towed back from the tubes without ever successfully launching. "Motherfrakkin' son of a bitch!" She bellows, climbing out of her cockpit before she shoves her helmet to the nearest aircrew specialist.

Castor begins to make his way out of the hangar, his bird has been hurt, his wingman dead, and there is no joy in his face as he begins moving out of the hangar. He is not in a good mood tonight and this is not a win regardless of what anyone tells him.

Kitty pauses in her trek showerwards to smile at Thea. "Thanks, sir."

Roubani pauses a respectful distance from the gathering of Raptor folk. Interrupting isn't his style. His eyes flicker towards the exit, watching people leave with a large unreadable expression.

"CIC got hit, you heard the wireless." Martin murmurs, standing close to Eddie's side. Resting a hand on her shoulder as he pulls out a cigarette and lights it, he glances back towards the bay to see Jupiter coming. No doubt he'd be on her shit list for trying to get someone to lock her in her tube if he was gonna get stuck defending the ship against a Basestar of all things. "Just spread the word alright? I'll tell some of the others, get the Vigilantes together. Don't want another Leda and the locker situation…"

Suddenly taking Damon's head in her hands, Alyssa gives him a wry look. "I seem to be taking care of you now, aren't I? If you want better, though, I should hope you have a good singing voice." She drops her hands. "You're clear to head down to Medbay for a bit, get that properly cleaned, but at least now you won't frakking bleed out on me." She sighs, then turns. "Now for you pilots… Captain Marek? May I take a look?"

Matto smiles a quiet smile to his backseater and then gives a nod of affirmation to the Kitten, looking briefly proud of the girl before the expression fades. He keeps his own voice low, keeping Alyssa and Damon, still inside his boat, in his peripheral vision as he talks to Legacy, "The other Riders?" he asks, finally stepping out onto the ramp as the doctor and marine clear his premeses.

After a long post flight, Thorn finally emerges from the back of Thea's Raptor. He looks around briefly, side to side, before stepping down from the craft; he's stopped in his tracks as a deck ganger hands him a clipboard. Komnenos makes a few scribbles on the paper and scrawls his signature; the jumpsuited crewman scurries off, and Thorn resumes his pace. He's walking slowly, watching the other pilots and passengers disembark with a stony expression.

Kai comes to a halt near the open hatch to the tool room, and leans forward with his hands braced against the edge of the table set up there with a pot of coffee and a few piled-up work orders. Yes, he looks agitated, and it doesn't lessen when Sparro comes up to talk to him. "I'm fine," he tells the pilot tersely. His viper, however, is a slightly different story. They'll be banging the dents out of that one for a while. To Alyssa, "I said I'm fine." His eyes cut toward the woman a bit sharply, riveting on hers for a few seconds. There's some bruising around his neck, and vanishing under his tshirt, not too difficult to spot with his flight suit unzipped. A scrape or two, a bit of blood here and there, but he seems otherwise fine.

Eddie knits her brow. "I don't think we got boarded." She shrugs, eyes dipping back to her hand. Flex, relax, flex relax. "Yeah, alright. Don't think Centurians play hide and go seek, though. If they were here, we'd know about it. And that crazy ass bitch is dead now, don't think she'll be planting any bombs from the grave."

"Everyone's home," she tells Matto quietly. The normal smile, well, just isn't quite there. "All the Riders are home." Glancing over, she spots Thorn and lifts a hand, telling him, without shouting, the same thing she told Kitty and Matto - good job. Her eyes move around the hangar bay, as if looking for someone.

Sparro nods briefly, seeing that the Captain wants to be alone, walks away from him. His path towards the stairs takes him past Thea, and his hand reaches out, briefly touching her arm before heading past. His eyes are still stony, however.

And then people mention the bomb and as Leda is walking he stops dead in his tracks as he hears others talking and Castor spins, "No. Everyone isn't home we lost a pilot tonight so don't sugar coat this. We lost." He isn't barking but his tone is low and serious since serious tone is serious.

Roubani's eyes cut to Kai at the sound of a snapping voice. His own masklike reserve in place, that's the only reaction to it really. He stays put where he is, near Matto's Raptor but not inserted into the touching or talking going on. His shoulders stiffen at the sound of another sharp voice.

On her shit list? Please, like Martin ever leaves the shit list. He's at the top. #1 with a pipe bomb. "BONER!" Fingers bellows again. She's been practicing her bellow.

"We'll see." Damon smirks as he's dismissed from Alyssa, letting her get back to her business. Turning, he reaches into the Raptor to secure his heavy machine gun. Hefting it, he gives it a look over before proceeding down to be stripped of his weapons before going to sickbay.

Matto nods quietly, soberly, a few quick up and down motions; that took a hell of a lot out of him. His eyes swing toward Castor at his outburst, nostrils flaring with a sudden sharp inhalation of breath. Eyebeams swing further, then, settling on Nadiv for a moment, eyes first, then the rest of him, then back to his eyes.

"CIC's been hit, chatterbox said something about a culprit." Martin murmurs to Eddie, giving her shoulder a soft squeeze to emphasize his point. Turning his head, he rises with his cigarette between his lips and barks out a reply to Jupiter. "WHAT." He adds, quickly looking to Leda. "Shut the frak up, Wheel of Callsigns. We're alive. We won. Get over here I wanna talk to you."

Alyssa catches the look from Kai but does not flinch, walking straight to him and examining his bruises, though she doesn't touch them. "I'll trust you when it comes to flying, sir, but when it comes to your health, I'm the expert." She nods as she steps away. "If there is any lasting physical pain in the morning I want you to report to medbay, Captain. Otherwise, you look fine." With a sigh, she glances around, gving everyone a look. "Am I missing anyone?"

Thorn's steps are cut short as he passes Castor. His head jerks toward the other man. "Oh, bugger, Leda." he snorts, upper lip curling slightly. "It's war. We lose people in war," he snarls. "None of us are perfect. Get over yourself." Nostrils flaring, his eyes flick to a bellowing Jupiter with another snort.

Roubani exhales tensely, looking away from Castor and the others, a bit over-focused just on what's in front of him. "Are you alright?" He asks Matto, voice kept just in the space between the two of them.

Leda turns and begins looking at Martin and then to Thorn for a moment and his eyes to each of them are cold and dead, it would seem Leda is in the fog of war for the moment since he lost a friend and he then says, "Remind me to say that the next time someone you care about dies. Or would you prefer that I laugh about it in your face. This isn't about me this is about a friend. So back the frak off or punch me in the face either way this is not a good thing." He then looks over at Marty and he begins walking over to the man and he says, "Talk."

Eddie shakes her left hand out, then lets it hang down by her side. It's functional, and that's all she cares about. "I don't think they meant what you think it …" Eddie's voice trails off as Martin calls across the bay to two different people. When his attention is diverted, she tries to slink off towards Pilot country.

Thea studies Sparro's face for a moment, then turns toward Leda. Rather than barking anything, she moves to put her arm around the pilot's shoulders and leans down to murmur something very softly, very quietly.

Kai drops his gaze and — mercifully — holds still while Alyssa looks him over. He might be surly, but at least he knows how to keep his yap shut. The doctor's given a curt nod when she's done, and he drags his helmet off the table and heads back into the fray of milling pilots. "All right, that's enough. All of you. Get the frak out of here, unless you're on patrol. Dash, Shepherd, if I see either of you lift so much as a pinky, you're both grounded for a week."

"The frak went down out there, you wishing me stuck in a launch tube with a basestar on the horn. You say shit like that again, I will atomic wedgie you so hard you cough swimmers." Jupiter calls back, her bellow slightly modulated now that she's a little closer to the pilot. Plus, have you ever tried to bellow a sentence that long? Not. Easy. And then she turns for the hatch as the CAG orders them out. No, wait. U-turn! She heads for the Sims camp this one out. Better than the bethings or Ready Room.

Matto slips his legs down, sitting on the tall end of the ramp, then pushing off to stand on the floor just that much closer to the Poet, once Thea goes off to talk to Castor. He nods his head several times very quickly. "I'm fine. Are you—?" he begins, before the Marek's call gets his attention, and he turns, offering his hand to the Poet if he wants to take it, even though it's still gloved.

Castor looks over at Thea for a moment and he shifts, it would seem Thea is a voice he will listen too and when Kai speaks Castor listens and he backs down and he begins to walk over to Legacy and he nods his head, "Aye." He steps away from Martin as there will not be any fist flying from Leda tonight, since that isn't his style. He whispers something quietly to Thea and he hangs his head.

Alyssa admires the Captain's style for a moment, then turns on heel, gathering her medical team around her as she heads for Medbay. Time to deal with all those patients from before…

Thea says nothing for the time being, just gently squeezes Castor's shoulders and turns toward her office, leading the man away from temptation.

Watching Leda like a hawk, Martin doesn't flinch in the man's direction as Kai calls them away from eachother. When he gets far enough away, Martin nods his head to Kai and steps over in his direction. "I'm still awake, you need me anywhere, sir? Bird's not too bad either I could be on standby…" He says, looking in the direction of the sims where Jupiter stormed off.

Komnenos sneers. "We've all lost people close to us. Your pain isn't special." He looks as though he's got plenty more he wants to say, but after a thin-lipped glance first at Thea and then at Kai, he simply turns and stalks off, muttering something under his breath in Mierce as he yanks a cigarette from his pocket. It's stuck in his ear for the time being until he's off the giant no-smoking zone that is the hangar deck.

"I'm fine." Roubani rubs the end of his nose with his pinky. He glances back at the dwindling commotion, nothing on his face expressing much opinion. Kai's eyes are sought briefly, then he turns back to start walking. If the hand's taken, it's hidden by the mass of the helmet he's still hanging onto.

Leda doesn't even bother looking at Komnenos as he walks along with Thea to the tool room.

"I need you rustling up some soap and some water, and some clothes that don't stink, Dash," Kai tells the approaching Martin. "CAP's already gone out. You've done your job, go take the rest of the night off." And then his attention's being diverted by a technician in orange coveralls who jogs over, and stops to give him a report on some of the more banged up birds.

Turning his gaze to Roubani, Martin watches his friend move and offers him a quiet nod. "So be it. Thanks sir. Gonna check on the sister then catch a shower." Martin replies, turning on his heel and heading in the direction of the simulator bay.

Matto keeps his head down, metaphorically, as far as the spat is concerned, though his stomach's churning a little with the acidic knowledge that someone didn't come home without knowing who it is no longer among them. He heads straight for the hatch alongside the Poet, keeping his eyes fixed ahead and down.

Thorn doesn't head for the hatch as intended; he finds himself heading towards Ivory's and his own Raptor. A swipe of his hand opens the hatch; the ECO ducks inside, and that bedraggled flight manual finds itself in his hands once again as he slumps down in the backseater's chair and starts reading, a slight scowl on his face.

CEC Kharon, Hangar Deck, Flight Sims

IC Time: Post Holocaust Day #218
OOC Time: Sun Nov 22 21:59:45 2009

The perimeter and walls of the room are lined with posters, white boards, viewing screens, file cabinets and lockers, which leave very little of the battleship grey bulkheads visible. A trio of small tables and chairs are set up by the hatch, allowing a space for crew to relax or study while awaiting sim time. Triad cards, some dishes, and a small coffee maker are lined up along the counter behind the tables. The paint along the steel floor is scuffed and worn in places, a testament to the volume of foot traffic the sims experience.

The dominant feature of the room is a set of four viper cockpits, complete with outside skin and canopy, which have been bolted in place. Retractable curtains separate the pods, two of which are modeled after grey Mark VIIs, and the remaining two after white Mark IIs. A trio of liquid crystal screens are positioned in an arc around each pod, providing a one hundred and twenty degree view of the sim world to each pilot. Behind the simulator setup is a control station with a view of each of the sets of screens.

Eddie's retreated to the quietier Sim room, and is currently digging through the cabinets in the back. She's tossing items out haphazardly as she grumbles to herself, apparently looking for something with little luck.

With a few minutes delay, Martin's yet to stop by the head to get his post-op shower. Having followed his sister and Eddie to this location, he steps through the door as he unzips his flight suit the rest of the way to expose his sweaty tanktops. Still smoking his cigarette, he runs his hand through his sweaty hair and scans the room for signs of life.

Jupiter is leaned against one of the sim control panels, cycling through the various scenario choices. She's still in her flightsuit, and there's a definite tension in her shoulders from being grounded through the entire last engagement. Stupid mechanical failure.

"Where the frak is it?" Eddie growls, the venom in her voice almost blaming Jupiter, but only because she's closest. Mooner continues on her rant, muttering beneath her breath as she tosses out training manuals and old flight tapes. "HA!" Comes the triumphant noise as Eddie slumps back against a closed door, dragging a first aid kit into her lap. She pops it open and plucks out the chemical ice pack to activate it.

Exhaling a small cloud of cigarette smoke, Martin moves to lean against one of the nearby sim machines. Casing furtive glances between the two of them as he tries to decide which of them is safer to speak to, he opts to follow an earlier suggestion of Eddie's and just treat them both at the same time. "So…" Martin breaks the silence, pinching the bridge of his nose as he clsoes his eyes. "…I uh…just wanted to make sure you guys were okay before heading off to the showers."

Into the sims walks Absalom, before he turns around and walks right out as Condition One gets set. "Frakkin bastards…" he growls.

Eddie has stripped down to her tanktops, her flightsuit tied off around her waist by its sleeves. Her left elbow is developing a rather pretty bruise to which she's now slapping that ice pack. "We were just about to have some hot lesbian sex, but I decided to ice myself down first. Make sure I'm good and limber." Despite the sobering events, Eddie cracks a joke. Just then, above her head, the klaxons go off once more and she's hauling herself to her feet. "You gotta be frakking kidding me…"

[Intercom] Neha says, "Attention: Everyone to action stations immediately. Repeat: everyone to action stations immediately. Launch alert fighters. Engineering is recalled to the ship. Repeat: launch all alert fighters. Engineering is recalled to the ship."

Martin doesn't even get to reply to the lesbian sex comment. Damn war…

CEC Kharon, Hangar Deck, Hangar Bay #1

[STC] "Shadow" Absalom says, "Kharon CIC, Shadow. Greens across the board, ready for launch."

[STC] "Dash" Martin says, "Kharon, Dash, reading refueled and ready to go."

[STC] "Rabbit" Hale says, "Flight, Rabbit. All green."

[STC] Neha says, "Shadow, Dash, Rabbit, this is CIC. Give 'em Hades."

[TAC3] "Poet" Roubani says, "Flight, Poet. Out of the tubes."

Jupiter comes in with a smoke dangling from her lips. She crushes it out on the hatchway, then flicks the thing away to a non flammable zone for retrieval later. She zips up her suit, tugs her gloves back on, and heads for her viper.

[STC] Neha says, "Birdman, CIC. Stand-by."

[TAC3] "Mooner" Eddie says, "Mooner, green for tubes."

[TAC3] "Shadow" Absalom says, "Flight, Shadow. Out of the tubes and lookin to form up. Who's got lead?"

[Into the Wireless] Fingers mutters, "You better launch this time, viper." It happens to catch on comms.

[STC] "Spider" Kai says, "Kharon, Spider. Ready to launch on your mark."

[STC] "Rabbit" Hale says, "Shadow, Rabbit. Till someone higher comes out, I'll be running her. Form up on Dash. Poet, I want you on me- See if we can't get another round here going. Mooner, ON poet, an I. Don't let em catch us with our pants down."

[STC] Neha says, "Mooner, Spider, this is CIC. You are cleared for launch. Birdman, remain ready for possible SAR."

[TAC3] "Poet" Roubani says, "Rabbit, Poet. Copy that, on your lead. Hopscotch with Mooner."

[TAC3] "Mooner" Eddie says, "Rabbit, Mooner. Spider's right behind me. Let's roll out the welcome wagon."

[TAC3] "Shadow" Absalom says, "Rabbit, Shadow. Roger that. Jesus, I keep gettin set up with you like this Dash people are gonna start talkin."

[TAC3] "Spider" Kai says, "All points, I have command. Rabbit, you're with Mooner. Shadow, Dash. Fingers and Poet, and I'll be running intercept. You all know the drill. Slash and frakking dash, and get your asses back to base when you're ordered or I will shoot you myself."

[TAC3] "Poet" Roubani says, "Well, then. Copy intercept duty, Spider."

[TAC3] "Rabbit" Hale says, "Spider, Rabbit. Thank gods- was a fraid I'd be doing this all on me own. Copy that- Ready to be th' doorman."

[Wolf-22 'MUDGUTS': Kai] Spider, in his spanking new viper courtesy of Mudguts, comes burning out of the tubes at full throttle. Lacking a wingman, his maneuvering takes on a much more aggressive style as he positions himself to draw fire and take hits.

[TAC3] "Mooner" Eddie says, "Rabbit, Mooner. Forming up on your fumes."

[STC] "Madman" Matto says, "Kharon, this is Madman. Foxbat-4 is reading green front and back for launch anytime you need us."

[Wolf-22 'MUDGUTS': Kai] The five raiders are joined momentarily by a sixth, which appears in a signature warping of space resolving into a sleek silver crescent. All six enemy fighters wheel in with their weapons hot, aiming to take a few pieces out of the vipers, the Kharon, whatever they can get their grubby paws on.

[Wolf-13 'FINGERS' : Jupiter] Fingers comes hurtling out of he tubes, no issues with this launch! She lets the throttle ease in, and slides over to say hello to Poet.

[TAC3] "Fingers" Jupiter says, "Poet, long time no fly. Let's tear it up."

[STC] Neha says, "Madman, CIC. Remain on stand-by."

[TAC3] "Poet" Roubani says, "Fingers, Poet. Aren't you the Raider nemesis today. I'm on your tail."

[TAC3] "Rabbit" Hale says, "Mooner, Rabbit. Copy that, I see one with our name on it. Lets see if I can bait that bloody bastard into a chase. You up for a run?"

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

[TAC3] "Mooner" Eddie says, "Born for it, Rabbit."

[STC] Neha says, "Madman, CIC. Copy."

[Wolf-9 'RABBIT': Hale] And like that Hale's moving in at his usual erratic pace- already weaving and bobbing, as if to give signs of some sort of systems' malfunction in order to bring in his little beauty for a trip down painful lane. Though once his Raider d' choice comes in he's off like a light, breaking and running, after a quick spray of the KEWS. if his first shot does anything beyond enrage- he'll consider it the gods being with him. This time. Lets see if he bites.

[Wolf-16 'POET': Roubani] 'Interference' means full guns, and Roubani's ready for it. Weapons hot, he brings the Viper into the fray and breaks slightly from Jupiter, getting a lock onto one of the Raiders chasing his new wingman and opening up after setting the bird into an aggressive dive.

[Wolf-10 'DASH': Martin] Hitting the ground running, as it were, Dash immediately finds himself in a dogfight with very little factual information as to what's happening outside of the Kharon's permimeter. Glancing a few shots off of a Raider, he spies one coming after his wingman and immediately turns to press the attack. The space around him lights up in staccato flares of weapons fire emit from every angle with nowhere to hide.

[Wolf-21: Eddie] Mooner pitches low beneath Hale, letting him play the wounded bird card as she hangs down low, waiting for the Raiders to get within range. She thumbs her weapons hot, and now her trigger finger is just itching for a shot.

[TAC3] "Dash" Martin says, "Shadow, Dash, break port towards 554 carom 117, you've got a bandit."

[TAC3] "Shadow" Absalom says, "Dash, Shadow. Roger that."

[Wolf-19: Absalom] Absalom flies in the shadow of Martin until he's ordered to pull away from his wingman. He rolls out of position as ordered. And then comes around to fire a short burst at his target. Finding it lands a hit he grins a bit, gooses the throttle and his rudder, and then continues his evasive maneuvers.

[Wolf-16 'POET': Roubani] Roubani is not even playin', yo. His KEW opens up on the raider long with Jupiter's, slamming it once and over again straight in the faceplate. Talk about big boom boom ouch.

[TAC3] "Poet" Roubani says, "Finger, Poet. You alright?"

[TAC3] "Spider" Kai says, "Rabbit, sound off."

[Wolf-13 'FINGERS': Jupiter] As Fingers and Poet trash the cockpit of the poor little raider, Fingers pulls off a little wide, and takes a turn to have a look at how the rest of the pilots are faring.

[TAC3] "Fingers" Jupiter says, "Blue skies, Poet. Blue skies."

[TAC3] "Knight" Praxis says, "Vigilantes, this is Kharon. You have six more minutes to go before you are to return for a landing."

[Wolf-9 'RABBIT': Hale] It seems the bloody thing was a little too atrractive as the KEW lights up and paints rabbit's poor bird, with some fire. And of course there's a round slamming about in the cockpit- don't worry about that though. Hale's ship however drops uncharacteristically, for a momemnt, before it is moving to limp back up. Someone's not completely out- give him a minute.

[Wolf-21: Eddie] Eddie realizes too late that a Raider has juked around to come up on her ass, and when she goes to evade getting sliced in two, her shot goes wide. Of course the sudden change in trajectory leaves Hale wide open, and Eddie has to witness the drop in pitch of Hale.

[Wolf-22 'MUDGUTS': Kai] Spider ducks, swoops, swerves and generally makes gaining a firing solution on him nearly impossible. Rather than take a crapshot at his bogey however, he eases his hand off the trigger, and reverses his thrusters in an attempt to turn the tables on the raider, and take his shots as it screams past overhead.

[TAC3] "Dash" Martin says, "Alright keep it goin Shadow, keep it goin."

[TAC3] "Mooner" Eddie says, "Give him a five by five, gods dammit, Rabbit."

[TAC3] "Rabbit" Hale says, "Spider, Rabbit.. Sorry-round in the cockpit…Gimmie a tick."

[Wolf-10 'DASH': Martin] Dash coordinates his fire and watches as what initially appears to be a punishing volley of shots to the Raider leaves it still flying and fighting. Mouth agape for a moment, he sets an internal clock as the survival round begins. Six minutes to survive…it's not that hard, is it? Gritting his teeth as he filters through the wireless chatter for things pertaining to him and his wingman, he doesn't let up…working to bring the quick-witted Raider down.

[TAC3] "Spider" Kai says, "Good hits, Poet and Fingers. Rabbit, get your ass back to the barn. Mooner, you're with me."

[TAC3] "Mooner" Eddie says, "Copy that, Spider. Rabbit, safe skies home, brother."

[TAC3] "Rabbit" Hale says, "Aye Sir.. Goona bloody try and land this thing with one eye open.. Or something..Can't see out the left."

[TAC3] "Spider" Kai says, "Mooner, break! Break! Fingers and Poet, sound off!"

[TAC3] "Spider" Kai says, "What's the ETA on that FTL, Knight? We're getting chewed up out here!"

[STC] "Rabbit" Hale says, "Kharon, Rabbit. Permission for combat landing. Can't see out of m' left eye, so tell the LSO to be careful- Oh yeah m' bird's limpin awful bad."

[Wolf-16 'POET': Roubani] Roubani has been trashing faceplates all night. Karma had to catch up with him sometime, and when it does it's a /bitch/. The KEW shot goes slamming right into his cockpit, sending a shower of metal, sparks, and debris in a cloud after the moving Viper.

[TAC3] "Fingers" Jupiter says, "Poet, Fingers. Gimme a shout out. You ok in there?"

[Wolf-19: Absalom] The joys of Newtonian space are: if you can hold your stomach and keep from blacking out too much, you can do all sorts of crazy awesome flips and shit. Absalom flies like a man posessed, and after a stream of tracers twist around his cockpit, he slams down on his stick, flipping his ship completely around, and returns a burst of his own. This, misses, but, at least he survives to get another shot later. Possibly.

[TAC3] "Poet" Roubani says, "*static*"

[STC] Neha says, "Rabbit, Kharon. Copy. Will inform LSO. Hop on in the hutch. Medical has been alerted."

[Wolf-21: Eddie] Break? Wait. Does he mean break off or slow down? Is Mooner even capable of either? She sticks hard through the thick of battle, streaming in angry at Raider22 to get a little bit of vengence for Rabbit. As she and Kai double tap the son of a bitch, and he goes to the sweet by and by, she does indeed roll off the attack and curve back around to the man on Kai's tail.

[Wolf-9 'RABBIT': Hale] Given that he was ordered back Base- rabbit does hat, moving like a wounded dog, hobbling along- The pilot goes on to land back at home base. Egads what a nice. Was only a matter of time, right?

[TAC3] "Mooner" Eddie says, "Copy that, forming back around on your four o'clock, Spider. Splash one."

[TAC3] "Spider" Kai says, "Kharon, I need a tow on Poet. Possibly- *there's a growl of viper engines* -others, if this keeps up."

[TAC3] "Knight" Praxis says, "Spider, this is Knight. You have three minutes. We're going to make our way to you. I'll have Kavi dispatch the SAR, and Tiera is going to provide some covering fire."

[Wolf-10 'DASH': Martin] Son of a bitch just…won't die. Raising his eyebrows at the static from Poet, that familiar scent of fear walks its icy fingers back of Dash's spine. With Rabbit out again, his sister taking hits, and the Raider's having a hell of a day, the instinct to over perform falls into the center of his chest. "Cmon….cmon you son of a bitch…three minutes…"

[Wolf-13 'FINGERS': Jupiter] Fingers takes a closer flyby to check on Poet's status in the cockpit. If his comms are out, mark one eyeball is the only way to go.

[TAC3] "Dash" Martin says, "Shadow, Dash, we've got this bastard on the run but stay froggy, countdown's coming and keep that bird flying, you read?"

[Wolf-16 'POET': Roubani] Roubani's comm keeps emitting static in little bursts. Someone's hitting the damn button, and Jupiter can probably see his hand moving amidst the gnarled metal, it's just not transmitting anything. Means he's alive, at least.

[TAC3] "Shadow" Absalom says, "Yes mother."

[TAC3] "Spider" Kai says, "I copy, Kharon. Vigilantes, pull back on my mark and let the big guns take care of the rest."

[STC] Neha says, "Birdman, CIC. SAR required for Poet. Hermes' speed be with you."

[STC] "Birdman" Sparro says, " CIC, Birdman. Launching now."

[TAC3] "Fingers" Jupiter says, "Poet's skill kickin'. Looks like his comms shit the bed. I'll patrol his six."

[Wolf-13 'FINGERS': Jupiter] Fingers eases back on the thrusters to pull in close and up alongside Poet. She hand gestures the universal sign for 'Ok', then waits for a gesture in return that'll let her know if he needs a tow or if he can limp back to the barn.

[Wolf-16 'POET': Roubani] This Viper isn't flying anywhere on its own. The engines still have power, but it'd take an act of some god to be able to see the broad side of Kharon, let alone a landing deck.

[Foxbat-8 'BIRDMAN': Sparro] It doesn't take much for Sparro to find the wounded chick, and soon he is swooping in on Poet, ready to grapple if necessary, tow line already dropping. They really don't have time for careful evaluation here, after all.

[TAC3] "Knight" Praxis says, "Vigilantes, this is Knight. It's time to go. As much as I would prefer to loiter in this sector, I believe we've overstayed our welcome. Fingers, can you confirm? Poet is in control of his craft?"

[Wolf-22 'MUDGUTS': Kai] Kharon's gun turrets lift slowly, pivot, then lock into place one after the next after the next. As a couple of the raiders skitter too close, the weapons light up in a dazzling display of ordnance igniting. One of the raiders is pulverised instantly, standing almost no chance against the heavier ship weapons. The other manages to clip a wing and wheel away again, just as three more friends join the party in a perfectly synchronised trio of completed jumps.

[TAC3] "Birdman" Sparro says, " Knight, Birdman, whether he can move or not, my towline is about ready to go. I need thirty more seconds."

[TAC3] "Spider" Kai says, "Birdman, hook him up for a frakking tow. Vigilantes, we're done here. RTB, combat landings. Kharon, watch your flak ring, we're coming in hot."

[TAC3] "Shadow" Absalom says, "Nice shootin Dash."

[TAC3] "Dash" Martin says, "Shadow, Dash, thanks, now you heard the man, Junior. Get your ass in your room. Splash one, Kharon."

[Wolf-16 'POET': Roubani] The tow presumably catches on to the trashed Viper. The engines make a halfassed flare, but even they're pretty pissed at the world just now.

[TAC3] "Mooner" Eddie says, "Copy that, Lead. Mooner, returning to the barn."

[Wolf-10 'DASH': Martin] With his game face on, Dash narrows his eyes and opens fire at just the right time to shred a series of holes through the side of the Raider's 'face'. Shattering the frontal lens, a series of implosions ripple through its crescent shaped form, sending it spiraling off to shatter as its ordinance turns white hot and erupts from the inside out. Not wasting any time, Dash turns to head back for his combat landing.

[Wolf-21: Eddie] Eddie gives a little waggle of her wings, the makes a wide arc back towards the Kharon. Should Kai receive and flak on his way back to base, she's damn well going to provide cover fire.

[Foxbat-8 'BIRDMAN': Sparro] Sparro's hook attaches, and with little time for messing around, he starts pulling, making hard for the Kharon.

[Wolf-22 'MUDGUTS': Kai] It sucks to leave a party that's just started, but Spider only manages to sink a few rounds before hauling back on the stick and dragging his viper in a hard Split S that pushes him (and his viper) to the limits of their tolerances. The rest of his kew slices through empty air as he pinwheels around and firewalls his thrusters on a return vector to the ship.

[TAC3] "Birdman" Sparro says, "STC CIC, Birdman. I've got our wounded boy, coming in for a towed combat landing. Kindly clear the deck… this could get pretty messy."

[Wolf-19: Absalom] Taking a few moments to reorient himself, Shadow aims for the Kharon and then zooms for the safety of its landing bay. The pilot seems more than happy to land in the face of more Raiders appearing.

[Wolf-13 'FINGERS': Jupiter] Fingers is a little slow on the re-target, as a bandit comes in to say hello to her and her wounded wing. She doesn't do any visible damage, though she circles around Poet to try to get a better angle on the raider fishing for her ass.

[TAC3] "Fingers" Jupiter says, "You wanna dance, let's dance, asshole."

[TAC3] Neha says, "Spider, CIC. Copy about the heat."

[Wolf-13 'FINGERS': Jupiter] Fingers escorts the tow while attempting to keep the bandit from shooting her down or taking her wingman out completely, that is.

[Wolf-10 'DASH': Martin] Seeing the waves coming in after the towed Viper, Dash lowers his brows and flips his bird around. Sailing backwards towards the Kharon, he lovetaps his nose thrusters, allowing him to line up a potshot on one of the incoming Raiders.

[TAC3] Neha says, "Birdman, CIC. Copy. Informing the deck."

[TAC3] Neha says, "Birdman, CIC. Bring 'em home."

[TAC3] "Birdman" Sparro says, " Frak me… I'm hit! In the engine but it's not to bad… they missed Poet. FRAK… they got Fingers bad…"

[TAC3] "Dash" Martin says, "Shit, Fingers, sound the frak off!"

[TAC3] "Shadow" Absalom says, "Kharon, Shadow. Splash one. Took some hits on my ass though."

[TAC3] Neha says, "Shadow, CIC. Copy. Birdman, repeat: you are cleared to land."

[Wolf-10 'DASH': Martin] Martin has the displeasure of actually seeing what the Raider does to Jupiter's Viper on the final approach for landing. Forced to turn and float in for a combat landing, Martin gauges the distance and hopes that she's still alive and in enough control to land the thing.

[Wolf-21: Eddie] Well, really. This has been fun. We'd love to stay and chat but we have to tuck our FRAKKING TAILS AND RUN! Eddie sticks close to Kai, not doing much good at providing cover fire for the CAG, but at least the Raider is unable to hit too. By the time she lands, she's one of the last, and goes through the painfully long process of parking again.

[TAC3] (from "Fingers" Jupiter) There's a sharp intake of breath over coms, and Jupes' reply gets as far as, "Frak, Marty, I'm—"

[Into the Wireless] There's a sharp intake of breath over coms, and Jupes' reply gets as far as, "Frak, Marty, I'm—"

[Wolf-13 'FINGERS': Jupiter] Fingers' landing approach is blasted by the raider on her tail. Her cockpit splinters as fire rips through it, shrapnel pelting her and her flightsuit, ripping through her body and lodging into the seat. Wolf-13 goes down hard, the pilot inside losing full control on a combat landing. If anyone's immediately in front of her, they're going to have to pull some moves to stay out of the train of a bowling ball gone off course. She hits the deck hard, bird flipping to its side, and SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECHes across the decking. The canopy shatters. Nothing more comes over comms.

CEC Kharon, Hangar Deck, Hangar Bay #1

IC Time: Post Holocaust Day #218
OOC Time: Sun Nov 22 23:28:04 2009

There's activity here at almost every hour of the day. Impact guns can be heard with their shrieking rumble while crew call back and forth, their voices carrying just above the din of the work here. What's readily apparent is that this is the main Hangar Bay for the Vipers, the distance going back further than the other two Bays which are separated by thick, hydraulically rolled blast doors. On each side of the room, near the Fore end, six Viper tubes are ready for quick deployment of the Kharon's Viper squadron. Lining the rest of Hangar Bay One, each Mark Two and Mark Seven has its own place to be kept with a small red toolchest that holds the minimum of required equipment for quick maintenance.

Along the floor, each individual Viper bay is painted off with a single hashed yellow and black stripe. A deep red line denotes important electrical conduits and access ports just below the deck while a bright blue line follows up walls and across the floor to tell where the Tylium lines run in case of fire. Outlets along the wall for the fuel as well as corrugated rubber piping stand ready for use, fluorescent yellow firefighting gear kept in plain sight for easy access nearby.

[Foxbat-8 'BIRDMAN': Sparro] Sparro's bird lands heavily, but not nearly as heavily as the dead weight it's dragging.

[Wolf-22 'MUDGUTS': Kai] Spider's landing is hardly what one would call pretty, but it gets him down in one piece, albeit with a shower of sparks from his left landing gear. As other vipers skitter in from all directions, he tries his best to clear the deck so more damaged birds have room to stop.

Absalom looks over from where he landed at the mass of wreckage that is Jupiter's ship. He frowns a little and then starts to climb down the side of his borrowed Viper. He murmurs a quiet something — possibly a prayer — and then takes off his helmet and starts towards the ship with his name stenciled on it.

A little more tired, a little more sweaty, Eddie drops down her ladder and relinquishes her flight gear to a waiting knuckle dragger. This time, Mooner's not going far. She is, however, searching for that ice pack she chucked aside earlier. She looks aimless, lost in her thoughts and not paying much attention to those around her. With good reason. Damn bleedy people.

Hearing the remarkable crash even through the bulkhead, Alyssa turns to Hale and shudders. "Now that can't be good." She turns to her team. "Get ready, you lot. That's gonna be one banged up pilot…"

Hale turns his head and looks up, silent for a moment, as he watches the ceiling expectantly with his good eye. "Nope. Not at all." A shake of his head. Well at least they weren't up top dealing with that mess- or it would be Naval Chowder on the deck. Keeping his left eye shut, and slightly clenched, Hale, starts moving only to sit down, as hand comes up to press at his head. Hey just because it has been treated, doesn't mean it is nice at all. No- it hurts.

Bouncing on his heels as he waits to get access to Jupiter's bird, there's a wild look in Martin's eyes as he waits for her bird to get lowered. Sweating, tired, and frantic with worry for the only living member of his family, his lips murmur in a silent bit of prayer.

Kitty comes back out of the Raptor once the call that all are home is given although she doesn't go to far, sitting on its wing, trying to clear her head while watching everyone come in, trying to fiind one in particular.

Absalom spots Dash near the elevator, and, walks in the man's direction. He puts a hand on Martin's shoulder and says, "She's gonna be fine. Course, she only gets a two out of five for the landing…" He looks at the wreckage a little more closely, but, keeps a stoic face on for his SL.

Matto stays strapped in for a moment in case Fingers can't stick the landing, but once the Marek's called all in and that noise of tearing metal makes his teeth ache he's unlocking the hatchway and setting the boat into standby, unfastening himself and then coming to stand behind Kitty, up on the threshold of the hatch, detaching his helmet and reaching his other hand forward to grip Kitty's shoulder.

Roubani's Viper is on Sparro's towline, brought back to the barn in the most undignified manner for a pilot to come home. If there's one good thing about this it's that they don't have to dig into the cockpit too far; the thing's mostly gone. To' up as it is, though, once it's on the ground he can pick his way out of it. The right leg and chest of his flightsuit are ripped, as is the skin underneath, and he hops stiffly off the ladder onto the ground. Keeping weight on his left, he pulls his helmet off and leans back against the ladder, trying to see the other mess that came in.

It takes the Deck some time to sort out Jupiter's bird enough to tow it to an elevator and bring it down. The severity of the crash prevents them from pulling her out of it and bringing her down, though it's unlikely any more damage could be done to the pilot with a perforated flight suit and body, not to mention any additional damage incurred in the crash.

When they do bring it down, it's rough going. Once the medical teams pry her out of the cockpit, they'll have a lot of blood to deal with. Hope you're a donor, Marty. The canopy isn't an issue. That was shattered. Her flight helmet is cracked. It's been a bad day for the Poet/Fingers duo.

Eddie scoops up her ice pack and retreats to a dark corner of the Hangar Bay, watching the goings on from a detached point of view. She sinks down against a metal girder, watching as friend after friend are practically peeled out of their cockpits while she mentally tries to buck herself up.

Poet is walking, Fingers is not. That's all Alyssa needs to see. Running up to the wreckage with her kit, Alyssa starts work right there, in the cockpit. She grimaces as she does so… these injuries are bad.

Kai pops off the canopy of his viper and clambers down the ladder while yanking off hardseals on his helmet. He hits the deck and starts striding toward the twisted wreck of Roubani's viper, at the end of Sparro's tow line. As the pilot climbs out of his own volition, he gets a quick looking over, a curt nod, and the CAG continues on toward Fingers' bird. Not close enough to be in the way, but he's definitely trying to get a looksee at his pilot.

Kitty turns her head and nuzzles Matto's hand, rubbing her cheek against its back in a manner she hopes will be taken as supportive. She doesn't say anything, all of what's running through her brain platitudes that taste bitter on her tongue, the ECO instead showing her support by simply being there for him.

Eyebrows lowering, Martin doesn't respond to anything that's said to him as he watches Alyssa climb into the cockpit to try to save his sister's life. Wrapping one arm around his waist, he holds himself in a sort of stasis. Clenching and unclenching his fist, he brings one of his hands to rest over his lips, nervously biting down on one of his fingernails. It's a lot of blood…and it doesn't look good. "Don't you frakkin dare…"

Roubani isn't looking anywhere except towards Jupiter's Viper. That /was/ his wingman in there. His bloody hand grasps the side of the ladder as he just breathes and watches, teeth pressed together in his mouth.

For his part, Rabbit remains where he is, watching as Alyssa and the medics are moving to Fingers' canopy. Crossing his arms, the pilot simply moves to get a better view, though that even right now is debatable. Still as the Captain moves- He goes over to at least join his CO- that and he is curious. "Martin." comes Rabbit's voice just once-though he's merely moving to get a hold of a grieving squadmate. "We'll see her in th' Hosptial." It'll be fine, right?

Alyssa looks up. "She's in critical condition. We need to move her to Medical NOW. I have to scrub up. GO, GO, GO! Every second matters! I want her on that surgery table ASAP." And with that she jumps down and heads for medical herself, to get ready for her patient.

Absalom lets his hand drop from Martin's shoulder, and then just continues to stare at the bloody Viper as it lays torn on the decking. The man crosses his arms over his chest, and chews on his lower lip a little as he watches Alyssa work. Though, at the sudden departure of Alyssa, he winces a bit and says to Dash, "Suppose we oughtta get up there and donate a bit eh?"

Matto clasps his helmet in the crook of his arm, the hand on his backseater's shoulder squeezing again and then relaxing, but not moving, his thumb moving up to her cheek to brush there in a silent gesture of gratitude. Otherwise he watches, shoulders tensing at Alyssa's shouting.

Kai glances up briefly as the condition is set to two, then shuffles back a few steps from the mess of twisted metal and broken glass that is Fingers' viper. His thumb and forefinger press into his temples as if to stave off a headache, and he addresses the remaining pilots somewhat hoarsely, "Get out of here and get cleaned up, all of you. Abe, Martin, Kyle, Absalom and Kisseus, I need you suited up and ready to go in case we have to get up there again. The rest of you get some shuteye. I'll let you all know when I hear anything from command."

Eddie should be over there with the rest, at least lending sympathy to Martin if she's even capable. She merely just keeps sitting there, with an ice pack pressed to her bruised elbow until the CAG gives the order to clear out. She rolls to her feet, then slinks off to crawl into a coma.

There's a look back towards Kai, and a faint nod, as his eye remains out for the count. "Aye, Sir." he's going to head on to the Hospital ward, and get looked at, and hopefully fixed a little, before he will clean up and rest- or something. Really right now his mind is so out of it, he's got no real clue as to where he exactly needs to be, beyond the hospital.

"I will be back in-suit after I get a new one," Roubani informs Kai, with no room for argument in his tone. Addressing higher rank? Suck it. "And a band-aid." Added drily. He lets go of the ladder, wiping his hand on the side of his flight suit, and starts off. His eyes find Eddie somewhere in the crowd, and Martin and then Matto.

"Abe, get your ass to sickbay," Marek tacks on there, after a glance at Hale. "I'll head down there with you." And he peels away from the scene with Jupiter, to do just that. "You too, Nadiv. Let's go."

Absalom runs a hand through his hair and comments, "I'll take first watch if you folk want to get some shuteye between now and…whenever. Couple hours we'll say?" he offers.

Martin blinks, coming back to the real world. "Sir." He blurts out, suddenly stopping himself from chasing after his sister. A severe vein of tension shows in his neck as he turns to face his CAG. "I'll stay suited…" Martin suddenly says, racing after his sister.

With the CAG having mentioned Kisseus as being someone he wants ready Kitty remains, not leaving him. She watches Jupiter and Alyssa as the latter works on the former, the way the doctor yells making her wince. "Gods.." Head bowing, she murmurs a prayer to Hera, only the motion of her lips making her 'saying' anything obvious to anyone but Matto who might feel her jaw tense and relax when she does.

Hale nods once towards Kai, one hand moving to steady himself on the other , shorter pilot. But, right now- he needs whatever he can get, as far as that goes. Still there's a fait look back over to where the Raptor pilots are- and like that He's moved along-quite easily.

"Sir," Kisseus replies to the Marek, the tone short and affirmative, even if the 'yes' is ellided out in favor of a slight jerk of a nod. He hardly needs to wash up— he didn't even get off the deck this time around. His own eyes find Nadiv's and lock there for a moment, a twitch of a smile at the corner of his mouth at the Poet's tenacity despite the lingering anxiety in his dark green eyes. He waits for his backseater to finish her prayer without disturbing her the meanwhile.

Sparro nods as he is ordered to stay on ready, and so turns to view his ship. Glancing over at Madman, he walks over. "If we get scrambled again, I'm gonna need a new bird, I think. Can I borrow yours?"

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