Run This Town
Run This Town
Summary: There's a briefing for a risky mission involving snipes and Air Wing.
Date: PHD 220 (11/24/09)
Related Logs: Related Logs - All of the "42" logs
Players:
Matto..Roubani..Alex..Komnenos..Sapho..Harrison..Legacy..Callie..Absalom..

[ Hangar Bay #1 - Hangar Deck ]-----[ CEC Kharon ]

IC Time: Post Holocaust Day #220 OOC Time: Tue Nov 24 17:16:57 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.

Matto is standing up on a walkway by Nadiv. Not due on deck for a while, he's staying out of the way, yet he's almost fully flightsuited— just in case. He leans forward, for his part, elbows on the railing and fingers laced in fingers, looking out over the vipers on deck. Six cleared for flight out of eighteen. After this dismal bit of reckoning he lets his head hang, just resting his eyes for a moment.

Roubani had been up here watching the scuffle returning from the last run into combat, and waiting for the next alert siren to go off. Shouldn't be long at this point. His tired, puffy eyes shift to Matto as the Raptor driver appears. "Did you sleep?"

And into the Hangar Bay comes Thea, moving with purpose, fresh off a call to CIC, apparently. There's a bit of renewed fire in her eyes, spring in her step as she moves through. Steps take her to Foxbat-7, the damaged bird, and there she pauses for a moment before looking around - as if hunting for someone, or someones.

Having spent time in the chapel, Sapho returns. The signs of her emotional condition are kept off of her face, her expression back to the hard, cool mask she has kept since this all has started. She's geared up sans helmet which she carries in her left hand, her steps semi-shuffled as if walking is taking more energy than she has.

Having discovered at some point the previous few alerts that it is just as effective to sleep in the cockpit as to get out and move around a lot, Alex is currently passed out with the canopy pulled back. Sure he's drooling on himself but at least he's ready to fly.

Absalom is laying out near his bird, eyes closed, breathing a bit too shallow for him to actually be sleeping. The man yawns widely, grumbles, and then places an arm over his eyes haphazardly.

Harrison appears from the corridor to the simulators, dragging himself along on autopilot it would seem. "Better find that frakkin' helmet," he mutters after wiping at his eyes with his sleeve. He doesn't bother zipping his flight suit as he moves to the remains of his bird.

Matto lifts his head slowly and turns it aside, eyes opening to meet Nadiv's. He nods a little bit: "Yeah," he says, "I slept. How's your arm feeling?" he wonders, pushing his hands onto the railing to prop himself up at something closer to an upright stance.

Thea spots Harrison first and makes her way over toward him. One hand falls to his shoulder and just squeezes for a moment. No words are said, no words have to be said. She takes note of those who are sleeping in and around their birds and says nothing. Finally, her eyes fall on Sapho, Roubani and Matto - the latter two seem to be who she was looking for.

"It's alright," Roubani replies. His voice is scratchy, mouth sandpaper dry no matter how much water he's tried to keep in his system. He might've been about to say more, but his fuzzy attention notices Legacy on the floor and the fact that she's looking up this way. "Sir," he calls down, raising salute. He doesn't usually, but the body reaches a point where reflexes kick in ahead of consciousness.

Matto's attention follows Nadiv's down toward the deck, and, though he doesn't go so far as to salute, the Poet's coming to attention sort of draws his up in reaction to the nearby salute, coming to a respectable attention, at the very least, hands leaving the railing. "Captain," he adds his greeting to N's.

Absalom lifts the arm he has covering his face a little with the sound of people addressing a Captain, and seemingly half expects to see the CAG out and about. When he spots Legacy and not Kai, he sits up a little, watching the woman out on the deck.

Harrison gives Legacy a nod as she releases his shoulder, then wanders off into the mountain of parts that the deck crew are trying to shove into his Viper to make it spaceworthy again. Shortly, he reappears with his helmet, then takes a moment to look over the damage to his fighter. What he sees there causes a low whistle to escape his lips. "Guess that voids the warranty," he tells his helmet, apparently not caring that he's having a conversation with an inanimate object.

There's a bittersweet little smile on Thea's lips as she returns the salutes of Roubani and Matto, followed by a dip of her head. "I need to see you two in the Ready Room, please," she calls to them. "You too, Shadow. This won't take long, I promise."

"Yes, sir." Roubani glances at Matto and pushes off the rail, letting the other go ahead of him down the ramp.

Absalom looks a bit surprised at the summons, and moves to stand up slowly. "Right, yes sir," he replies to Legacy. The man pulls up his flight suit, and sticks his arms through it as he walks. He picks up his pace a little and starts to zip up the suit when he nears the group heading to the Ready Room.

A trek towards Alex's fighter makes it known that he's passed out so Sapho turns and simply sits, her helmet set beside her as she takes up some space that's not so removed from the others that she can't draw comfort from the others' presence but not so close that she'll get in the way of the techs who are busy getting the ships ready.

Matto gives a short, firm nod to his Captain, a glance to the Poet and then he's turning to go on down ahead, coming to the bottom of the ramp and then turning to skirt along the edge of the deck, keeping out of the way of all the work going on there.

Harrison plops down on a crate not too far from Sapho, putting his head in his hands. "Is it time yet?" he asks wearily before he lifts his head and glances at her.

As she heads out, Thea pauses to drop a hand lightly on Sapho's shoulder, another of those quiet gestures. Then she, too, is gone.

[ Ready Room - Hangar Deck ]------[ CEC Kharon ]—

The soft glow of white lights overhead cast pervasive illumination across the battleship gray walls and dark, trodden carpet floor. An aisle divides the chairs, bolted to risers, into two sections. The plush black leather and padding of each chair is well worn from years of use, adding an edge of comfort to the otherwise business ready room. A pull down screen and a digital projection unit are available for footage viewing.

There are three desks at the rear of the room, and stacks of technical manuals and tactical guides set into shelving behind them. Cabinets sit to one side of the desks, and a rack of deep green flight suits, helmets, and misc. gear can be found on the other. One section of the wall near the front, kept clear of clutter, is a wooden wall-plate that goes nearly floor to ceiling.

[Intercom] Legacy says, "Lieutenant Komnenos, please report to the Ready Room. I repeat, Lieutenant Komnenos to the Ready Room."

Thea's first job once she's in the Ready Room is to jump on the horn for Komnenos. Gotta love it. Once that's done, she hangs up and moves to the front of the room, hands behind her back for the time being. "He should be here shortly," she tells the others, voice quiet.

Roubani follows the group into the ready room and remains standing once he's halfway in. Sitting would let the vines of exhaustion creep into the flesh, and that's not acceptable. He folds his arms, left supporting the elbow of the right.

Absalom walks over to one of the seats near the front of the Ready Room, and sinks into a free chair. He slouches down in it, watching Thea call over the intercom for Thorn. The man yawns widely for a moment, and then shakes his head a little, one hand coming up to rub at an itchy eye for a few seconds.

[Intercom] Legacy says, "Crewman Manfred to the Ready Room. Crewman Callista Manfred to the Ready Room."

A slightly haggard looking Thorn trudges through the hatch, tugging on the zipper of his still-singed flight suit. Eyeing the others, he shambles down the steps to where the pilots are gathering, throwing a weary salute in Legacy's direction. "Reportin' as ordered, Captain."

Thea considers the group for a moment, then moves back to the wirelo to make another call. "Thank you all for coming. I know everyone's tired. I'm proud of the work you've been doing, and I know that Captain Marek is as well." There's always a but. "Some new information has come to light, and you are the crew I've chosen."

Matto turns back to look at Nadiv as the Poet stops, then past him to Thorn as he comes in, giving him a wan smile by way of greeting before he turns back to the front of the room, lifting a hand to the back of his neck, unable quite to make his stomach stop twisting in knots at the words. New information. Chosen crew? But he doesn't say anything, or do anything other than keep listening.

Callie steps in, having ran up the stairs. Took a bit longer as she got lost a teeny bit and she had to ask for directions once. Clearing her throat, she scoots over to somewhere to sit, sinking into the seat while listening.

Roubani rubs his fingers over the tip of his nose. Glances likewise go to Matto and then Thorn, then back to Legacy with a slight nod.

"We figure out how the toasters are trackin us?" Absalom asks from his seat near the front. He seems to not be in the mood for much formality, so he takes a moment before tacking on a "Sir," at the end.

Like Roubani, Thorn stays standing to stave off the temptation of dozing. As is his typical habit, he simply stands near a wall, arms crossed as he listens to the Captain; though he spares a moment for a quick glance and slight nod of reply to Matto.

Thea gives Absalom a wry little smile before it fades and she looks at those gathered. "Thanks to Lieutenant Harris, Lieutenant Sparro, and most of CIC, we've got the basis for what's going on. We suspect there's a device somewhere on the port side of the ship." Well, yes. That's a lot of ship. "Ensign Salazar is leading the Marines in the interior search. Lieutenant Matto will be flying the Raptor for exterior with Lieutenant Komnenos as his ECO. Lieutenant Roubani, I'd like for you and the Crewman to be our EVA team to search for the device. Now, one question I had for the Engineering minded - is there a way to establish the presence of a device without having to lock on to a frequency?"

Callie's face pales. Not an EVA. Gods. Last one she went on ended in a very nasty protein spill and vertigo that lasted for three days. But it's part of her job, so there it goes. Roubani's looked at and she wrinkles her nose, not sure how to answer the question herself; she's a mechanical engineer so anything like electronic frequencies and stuff are so not her forte.

Roubani listens to Legacy's details. And quite suddenly, during some point in that, his face suddenly loses quite a bit of colour. Probably not for the same reason as Callie; he's been on quite a few EVA walks in his time. "The device on the hull," he blurts without thinking first, rather than an answer to Legacy's question.

Matto raises both brows, head turning again in an expectant manner as Nadiv talks about a device on the hull. First he's heard of it, so he stays quiet, for now, just looking to the Poet, waiting for details and/or context.

"Yeah, Poet. We figured that, but, there's a lot of hull out there. I think she wants an idea of how we locate it. My guess is its gotta be drawing power or using power, or expending power in some way. Maybe look for some sort of energy signature? Don't know how we'd look for that though…" Absalom suggests, frowning a little as he thinks.

The mention of a device on the hull draws a browraise from Thorn as well, and the ends of his mouth tweak in a slight frown. He glances at Roubani just as the other man blanches; then, a look back to Thea as Thorn begins silently chewing on the problem in his own mind. There's two strikes against him, though; it's not quite his area of expertise, either, and he's just tired enough that thinking takes effort.

The blond tech is a bit lost herself, perhaps needing some of those details and context that Matto's needing as well. Callie will ask him for details once appropiate.

The Captain dips her head as she listens to the words being batted back and forth. "Thoughts, Roubani," she asks quietly. "The idea about the power draw is a possibility." Clearly she's open for suggestions - and waiting for Roubani to finish his device on the hull thoughts.

"No, the…" Roubani answers Absalom, tripping on his own tired tongue as he looks back at Legacy. "Months ago, we found something on the hull. I remember, it was a few weeks after I broke my arm, when we went out on the hull to repair an external FLT problem. It was a…" He draws a rectangular shape in the air. Relatively small. "About that size, almost flat. It was blinking. Wasn't anything of our make. We pulled it off the hull and sent it down. But then it vanished. I don't know if that could be it of course, but I've a very bad feeling about it." He rubs his fingers over his brows. "Transmissions, ah…probably not, no sir. We'd need a visual." He glances at Callie for confirmation of that.

Absalom blinks a couple of times at Roubani's explanation, and leans back in his seat, listening.

Callie nods as well, agreeing with Roubani. "One thing we should take into consderation is that if it is a Cylon device it might be boobytrapped so we might want to leave actual removal to whoever is in charge of demolitions disposal, just to be safe, even if it was safely removed once before." She feels odd speaking like this and here, of all places, but this is what she has to do even if she's not exactly in her elementn.

"Excellent point," Thea says to Callie, offering her a small smile. After a moment's consideration of Roubani, she nods once. "If you find something, call it in and we'll advise from there. I'm going to be in CIC. I'll have Ensign Salazar on standby for possible EOD."

Matto is… more than a little surprised at the news of the device. A hand rises and scratches at his eyebrow. "Um— if we're just looking to see whether there -is- a transmission on a foreign frequency leaving the ship… couldn't we just take a static reading on all frequencies and then strip the frequencies we know are running ship-wide out of the composite?" he proposes. A pause, "See if there's anything leftover?"

"Theoretically that would only tell us what we already know," Roubani murmurs, rubbing at his jawline. "That there are foreign emissions, not specific enough to pinpoint a location further." He nods to Legacy.

Absalom stares at Matto for a few moments, and then shakes his head, "Waaay over my head, that one…" he says to himself. He leans back a bit more, before asking, "If we've got everyone here lookin for a thing on the hull, what'd'ya need Viper pilots like me an Poet for?"

"But it would also tell us the frequencies of those transmissions," Kisseus reminds Nadiv, "Which… we could then lock onto?" he can only guess at that part— Legsy was the one talking about locking onto frequencies. Comms are so not his best thing.

Callie listens now, trying to get some kind of information out of what's being said, this all somehow managing to not have it all fly over her head.

"RF scanning can't really pinpoint locations," Thorn says, but then trails off with a nod as Poet beats him to the explanation. "Sure, you'll get the frequency, and you'll know there's an anomalous transmission out there, but it's not going t' lead you t' the source of the transmission." His brow furrows. "Though I'm not a comm expert either."

"Well, why can't it? Aint it like S'n'R picking out a pilot in space? You find the frequency, and then move towards it?" Absalom asks, perhaps a bit naievely.

"Alright, folks. Apparently we can't do what I was hoping we could," Thea says, straightening. "Which means we're going to have to do it the hard way. Lieutenant Roubani, I'd like you taking point on the EVA. Crewman, if you'll work with the Lieutenant? Matto, you're flying. Thorn, you're back seat. Thorn, I'd like for you to keep an eye on frequencies and see if anything changes out there." She dips her head to the others. "Shadow, you'll be running interference if anything comes after our team. You and your wing will keep an eye on these people and keep them safe." Period. "Any questions?"

Matto shakes his head. Not a question from him. Whatever else he was thinking in terms of frequencies and comms fizzles away in favor of the task at hand. Oh, wait, yeah, he does have a question. "When are we skids up, Cap'n?" he asks. Well, half a question, half a declaration of support.

Callie has no questions so simply shakes her head.

"A radio transmission isn't a physical thing that DRADIS can detect," replies Komnenos quickly, sighing, but he's cut off as Legacy starts giving out orders. As the Raptor captain gets to his assignment, Thorn gives a quick nod of the head, even as he's still considering the problem. No, no questions from him. Wait, never mind; there is one, almost an afterthought. "When's the next attack supposed t' come in, Captain?"

Marshmellow suits, yum. Roubani nods once to Legacy. "Understood, sir." Thorn gets in the comment about transmissions and he doesn't repeat it, a glance going to his watch at th ECO's final statement.

Absalom shakes his head slowly, and then stands up from his seat. He seems well aware of what his job is.

"Not too long now," Thea tells Thorn, lips pursed slightly. "You all will be going out as soon as we jump to give you the maximum amount of time for the search before the Raiders jump in. As soon as the first raiders engage, get your asses back on the Raptor and RTB. If it takes a few jumps, it takes a few jumps." Clearly, by the look on Thea's face, she's hoping it won't. "This IS a risky assignment, gentlemen." Yes, that includes Callie. "If any of you want to step out, let me know now."

At Thea's offer, Thorn simply gives a soft snort and directs a look over at Matto. "Meet y' on the hangar deck for pre-flight, Kiss." And thus Thorn commits himself, but then the blond ECO isn't usually the type to shy away from a 'risky assignment'.

Absalom gives a salute to Thea, and then smiles a bit, "What's the fun of life if you don't take risks, eh?" He continues walking before he spins around and asks, "I get my choice of wingmates?"

Matto's complection might edge a little bit toward a pallor, but he clears his throat, getting the blood flow to his brain again, and doesn't seem about to leave, now, despite his less-than-heroic tendencies. He gives Thorn a firm nod, but then looks to the Poet, lowering his voice somewhat, "You going to do alright out there with your arm dinged, N?"

The snipe might not be brave like a certain Marine she knows but Callie's not going to back down, the young woman pretty darn dedicated to her job. "I'll be fine ma'…sir." Clearing her throat, she looks around, her eyes darting from face to face, looking as if she's trying to memorize each one like it might be the last time she'll see them.

Roubani is already moving, so let that suffice as answer to Legacy. His fingers scratch through his matted hair, and he nods to Matto. "It's fine. Been out and about with it half-broken, this is cake." He gives the Raptor pilot a small but sincere smile, starting out towards the hangar bay.

After one last look around the ready room, Komnenos follows Roubani through the hatch and towards the hangar deck.

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