Tit for Tat
Tit For Tat
Summary: Pilots and a Marine trade facts and opinions about the Constatine incident.
Date: MD057
Related Logs: Warday logs
Players:
Eddie..Yuuri..Cygnus..Levesque..Kai..Roubani..

Kharon - Red Squadron Berthings

Eddie is mullified now that she has her lighter, turning around to lean heavily against the metal door to her locker. One foot props up behind her, and she surveys the scene through the vapor fumes of the flame she uses to ignite her cigarette. "Don't count on it." She answers Kai, but has her eyes directed at Cygnus with an eerie little smirk curling onto her lips. She holds her dark gaze there for a moment before it finally flicks back to Kai. "Thanks, Captain." Nevermind her personal feelings on the matter probably mirror a few others. She could have done better.

Yuuri sees where his friend is coming from, but doesn't apologize. "Listen Mac, if I wanted a shoulder to lean on I would have asked for one." As Typhys finishes speaking theres a knock on the door and a nurse can be seen in the hatchway. She simply offers a nod to Yuuri and turns to leave. He butts his second cigarette, reaching for his helmet atop his bunk and storming out, only to stop near the Captain's bunk. "Surgery is done, I'm going to see Mudguts. Can we talk when I get back?"

Up from Sickbay Roubani pulls open the hatch to berthings and steps in, his dark wooden prayer beads around his wrist and half hidden by his sleeve. He's gone from the exit before it can get crowded with the nurse and Yuuri, heading towards the rows of bunks.

Cygnus nods in Yuuri's direction, not having much else to say. Despite what the other man just claimed, Mac does understand why his friend is as upset as he is. As the room begins to fill up though, he begins to feel very ill at ease and out of place. After all, the day has done nothing so much as remind him at every turn that no, he is not a pilot, and he really doesn't belong in the room he's currently sitting in, save that he came to talk to Yuuri. The Captain's wors get an acknowledging nod and a muted, "Yessir."

"Yep," is Karim's simple, no-frills reply to the departing Yuuri. If he's going to be on alert duty, he's at least going to strip out of those sweaty, soggy tank tops and fatigues. So that's what he's off to his locker to do, and he's got peeling a flight suit off down to a science.

Yuuri heads through the exit labeled <H> Hallway.
Yuuri has left.

Levesque arrives from the Hallway - Deck 1, Fore.
Levesque has arrived.

Eddie tucks her smoke in the crook of her forefinger and middle, that same hand dragging back through hair that might as well be permanently plastered to her scalp for the amount she's been wearing a helmet lately. She's leaning up against her locker, which coordinates with the very last bunk in berthings that suits her fantastically. As Kai does the quick strip and change, eyes take a second to wander where they ought not, before sweeping to Roubani. "Right where you said it was." Her silver lighter is held up to indicate what 'it' is exactly.

There is a knock at the door.

Roubani hardly seems to mind Cygnus' presence. The most pressing thing on his mind for a few seconds is the fact that his bunk blanket is wrinkled, and he reaches up to tug it straight again. "Of course it was," he answers Eddie in his soft voice.

Okay. Who the frak knocks on the hatch to the viper jock berthings? "Get in or get out," Kai calls out, voice somewhat muffled by a fresh set of tank tops being tugged over his head, and a rattling of dogtags as he pulls them out from underneath. Fatigues come off, new fatigues come on. He's leanly muscled, not scrawny in the least, like any seasoned viper pilot.

And in comes one Lance Corporal Levesque, no longer with soon on his face. His cuts have been cleaned, looks like too, but he's still in combats, though his helmet's not on his head. "Sorry sir, I don't really come here often so I didn't really know. You gents busy?" He asks, eyes darting around. As he enters, he yanks a pack of smokes from one of his trouser pockets.

Cygnus looks up, a bit surprised to see the marine enter. Then again this isn't his berthing either. The better part of valor at the moment seems to be remaining silent, which is exactly what he does. He's pretty much burning filter now, so he stubs the remains of his cigarette out on the heel of one of his boots and pockets the butt to toss away later.

Eddie sinks down in her lean until her knees are tented and she's tucked in half seated on the floor, the cigarette pressed back between her lips. "Did someone leave out a saucer of milk? We seem to be attracting strays." The skin underneath her eyes is shadowed, making her look as tired as she likely feels. Levesque gets an unlady like grunt in response, before Eddie pushes smoke out of her nostrils, causing them to flare with the exhale.

Roubani keeps his distance from the smoke clouds in the room. He glances over towards the hatch as the Marine enters, then back at his bunk. His left hand fishes between his books, searching for something.

Oh yes, the tension in the berthings is high this evening. The fact, alone, that there are so many pilots still loitering about in flight suits and not in their bunks, is testament to the state of affairs. Once Kai's got himself mostly into his jock smock again, and zipped up to the clavicle, he heads for a seat at the table. "What do you need, Corporal?" He doesn't smoke. Theoretically. But he might just be flaring his nostrils slightly for a vicarious whiff of Eddie's nicotine.

"I just wanted to know what it is you saw out there. There's no OPSEC concerns here, really. We're all going to find out anyways, eventually. I figured it's better if we find out quicker?" Levesque's eyebrows inch upwards, and he yanks a smoke free for himself. "Tit for tat, sir?"

Lavesque's words bring Mac's head up, and he blinks. "Actually there is." Frowning, he gets to his feet. He nods first to Eddie, then to Roubini before nodding respectfully at Kai. "I'll leave you to it, Sir. Good night." With that, he starts walking towards the hatch.

Eddie slings an arm over her knees, her silver lighter dangling from fingertips and she starts to toy with it out of nervous energy. Open. Closed. Open. Closed. "We saw a bunch of flying saucers trying to make sure we didn't make it back for supper." Comes a dry response from the Ensign who can barely keep her eyes open. "Buhbye." Is given to Cygnus' departure.

Cygnus heads through the exit labeled <H> Hallway.
Cygnus has left.

Roubani's thumb pushes something small onto his tongue, a subtle movement then covered by his taking a drink of water from a bottle. He turns back around to look towards the table where the others are, leaning a shoulder against the vertical rail of the bunks. One booted foot crosses over the other, the open water bottle still in one hand.

"This is something you should be talking to your CO about," is Marek's bland reply to Levesque. He digs around in his fatigues pocket for a few moments, before withdrawing a bag of pretzels. It's torn open noisily. "But off the record.." Well, Eddie pretty much already blabbed, so he doesn't have anything to add. "I'm sure Command has everything in hand, Corporal."

"Well, so much for inter service dialogue, sir." Levesque's armoured shoulders ripple with a shrug, and he turns to head out. "Roger that. Ensign over there can fill you on the bare bones, I guess."

Eddie's eyes slide shut as her head tilts back against her locker, cigarette dangling precariously from her lips and it waggles when she mumbles. "All we know is what you could see outta a view port. No big secret there. You want inter service dialogue, come back when you know who is frakking who in the supply closet or you got some good scuttlebutt about what STD they got from it."

Roubani appears to be one of those quiet ones, the ones you proverbially have to watch out for. He says nothing to go against Kai's 'suggestion' right now, though his dark eyes watch Levesque attentively.

Kai raises a brow slightly at the last thing tossed out by Levesque. "I don't know much more than you do, Corporal," he answers evenly. Followed by a *CRUNCH* Damn, he could probably chew louder if he tried. Like, if he really, really tried. Eddie's retort gets absolutely zero outward reaction from the Captain.

Levesque ignores Eddie, for the most part, other than offering her a fleeting glimpse and a bit of a smirk. Then he looks to Kai, having turned back around. "Alright. Sir, you've done sims. You think they were Cylons? Cause I'll tell you right now… when we boarded the Constantine, it was a frakking slaughter. I thought it was pirates before, but none of the cargo was touched. And the enemy… well, big ass machines. Walking armour. They were bigger than the Centurions models we were shown in training. A lot sleeker. Didn't carry any weapons, their guns deployed as part of their arms. Definately not with people in them, though, not power suits. Too nimble."

Eddie doesn't really seem to mind if Levesque is ignoring her or not. Rather it seems like she's nodding off right where she sits with a cigarette still smoldering in her mouth. Eventually her lips go a little slack, and the thing tumbles out of its perch to leave a black dot of ash on her flightsuit before it bounces off and rolls on the deck.

Roubani's eyes remain somber and sharp as the Corporal tells of his experience. He holds the water bottle down by his leg, slipping his other hand into his pocket. His slender brows draw. "What appeared to be their objective, Corporal?" His soft voice comes from the blue. "Slaughter?"

"I'm not going to make any claims as to what they may, or may not have been," Marek answers, biting into another pretzel. His lashes remain lowered, shirking eye contact with the marine for whatever reason. "But I don't believe they were pirates, no." The admission leaves him looking a touch broodsome, and he shifts to his feet after a moment to go and fetch Eddie's cigarette. The ash is dusted off her flight suit, and once he's certain she isn't going to go toppling, he rises to stub the butt out.

Levesque nods at Roubani. "Yeah. We got to the bridge, at one point. We were all stacked up on the wall, moving down the hallway. There were five of the buggers standing around. A group of civilians in a gaggle. We got there a second before it looked like they were going to do something, opened up on them. One of them didn't even turn around. He just hosed the whole group of civvies. Like a frakking one man firing squad." He takes a long haul of his cigarette after that one. "We did a peelback, after that. Weren't any crewmembers left, from what I could see." His eyes flit to Eddie as she falls asleep in her seat.

Roubani taps the bottle against his leg, making the water slosh quietly inside. "You said they were bigger than Centurion models you've seen," he says, after a few moments. His voice remains quiet and a bit too controlled to be completely natural. "What about the strength of their armour?"

Eddie doesn't so much as shift or flutter her eyelids as Kai brushes off ash or nabs the cigarettes. Eddie is out for the count, right at the interesting part of the conversation. But at least this way, she might be bright eyed and bushytailed for her detail later with Vendas. And she even looks kinda comfy sitting there against her locker. Kinda. Maybe.

Kai eases back into his chair, and pulls out two pretzels at once this time. He's watching Roubani a little more than Levesque at the moment, with half an eye on his konked-out pilot. He's a strange pappa bear, but there you have it.

"Like my chest's ballistic plates. So pretty strong. Take a few rifle bullets in the localized area before cracking. Their heads, like where they had their red eye, that's one eye, I mean, was weaker. Legs, too. One shot smashed the leg right in half." Levesque gives a half nod, answering the first question after. "Yeah, bigger than the Centurions. Maybe six and a half, seven feet tall? And like I said, they had an integral weapon. Not very high caliber, but it's automatic. They were pretty good shots. It's a wonder everyone came out unscathed, besides a little bruise on Sergeant Castaine's leg from a round hitting her armour."

Roubani lifts the bottle and takes two swallows from it, then screws the cap on with two twists. "A lone civilian freighter. It doesn't make sense." He turns away and reaches up, pushing the bottle back onto the shelf over his mattress.

"It does, if they were after an easy target," Karim points out quietly. His eyes flicker to the watch on his left wrist, keeping tabs on how much longer he and Poet are on alert-five.

"Maybe we're past Armistice Line? Or maybe the freighter went past? They didn't want the freighter to transmit info, wanted to see what they had transmitted?" Speculates the Lance Corporal. "Otherwise… they would have just destroyed the ship in the air, right?"

Roubani looks at Kai for a few seconds, then back at Levesque. He starts for his locker, pulling his hand out of his pocket. "I don't know, Corporal."

"Alright. If I get anything else, I'll tell you next time I see you. Going to leave you to your watch." His cigarette burned almost to the filter, Levesque stubbs it and pockets it, as per usual procedure. His eyes shift from Roubani to Kai. "Sir. Good luck out there, if you go."

"No. We left the ARM line behind two days ago." Kai seems certain of that, without a doubt. "The shipping lanes are patrolled regularly on the armistice side." He lifts his eyes to Levesque. "I'm not telling you not to speculate. We're all speculating right now. We're all confused." He pushes aside the pretzel bag, and folds his arms across his chest. "I'll let you know, as soon as I'm advised of anything, and cleared to discuss it, Corporal." A flickered smile. "Thank you. Have a good night."

Roubani unlatches his locker and opens it. The interior is as immaculate as always. "Good night, Corporal. Gods keep you all safe."

"Will do." Levesque heads out.

Kai seems like he might say something, after the Lance Corporal heads out, but falls silent instead. There's a *crunch* as he finishes off another pretzel, and half-watches Roubani from the edge of his peripheral vision.

Roubani pulls a watch from the top shelf of his locker, banding it around his right wrist. "Glad to see you still have your appetite."

"They're good for the dry heaves," Kai replies quietly. What that implies, Roubani's probably better off not knowing. "How are you doing?" There's a quality to his voice that suggests he knows what kind of answer he'll get, but he has to ask. Because he does, sincerely want to know.

Yuuri arrives from the Hallway - Deck 1, Fore.
Yuuri has arrived.

Dry heaves? "Really. Who's the father?" The humour's as dry as ever, delivered in Roubani's trademark soft-spoken way. He closes his locker and turns around, folding his arms. "Me?" He shrugs one shoulder. "If I say I'm fine, I'm obviously lying to a superior officer. If I don't say I'm fine, I'm weak. So how does one really answer that question?"

"Do you really want me to answer that?" is mumbled around a mouthful of pretzel. As to the 'father', that is. Once Kai's chewed noisily and swallowed, "No, it doesn't make you weak. Bending over to fetch a cigarette and getting your ass slapped with a wet towel unsuspectingly, and shrieking like a girl, that makes you look weak. Don't laugh, it could happen to you."

"Good thing I don't smoke," Roubani replies, drily. He tucks the extra material of his watch's wristband. "You should have listened when they said it was bad for your health."

Kai chuckles throatily, and starts folding up the bag of pretzels and pushing to his feet. He's intending to tuck it into his bunk somewhere, it seems. "So. What's on your mind, Ensign?" Nope, Roubani isn't getting out of it that easily. His boots thunk up the ladder as he clambers up it.

And the Captain isn't getting in that easily, either. Roubani unzips the top of his flight suit. "Our avionics systems."

"Bullshit." That's followed by some rustling around.

Roubani makes a soft sound with his teeth. "You shouldn't swear."

Kai shoves the half-empty bag under a stack of magazines at the end of his bed. None of them depicting naked women, the bore. He clambers back down after a few moments' more rummaging, and leans his shoulder against the ladder to watch Roubani. "I'll be sure to wash my mouth out with soap later." Blue eyes seek dark, and hold them if possible.

Roubani steps around the row leading to Kai's bunk. It's on the way to his own, but he stops there in front of the Captain. Fine, Kai wants eye contact? He gets it. "I was, actually, thinking about avionics just now. It's been bothering me."

Kai remains where he is, arms folded across his body, shoulder tucked against the ladder. He lifts a brow slightly, indicating for Roubani to continue.

Roubani also folds his arms, loosely. It's not a cocky posture, more a closed one. "Our systems are heavily shielded from EMP pulses. You know that. But our avionics systems are showing susceptibility to them all of a sudden. There are two ways to accomplish that. 'Battering ram' style from outside…or by exploiting a weakness inside."

"Which do you think it is?" The question's not patronising in the slightest. Kai seems genuinely interested to hear Roubani's answer. Maybe he even, gasp, has some respect for the younger pilot's expertise in certain technical matters.

"If I knew that, it wouldn't be bothering me," Roubani replies, matter-of-factly. Then his tone gains a more serious edge. "I'm not sure yet. I'm having some data pulled from the Vipers. But…" He pauses, briefly glancing away and pursing his lips into a line. "…something feels wrong."

Kai rubs a knuckle over the bridge of his nose, though doesn't break eye contact. He confides in a low voice, "It's bothering me, too. You let me know the instant you find out anything conclusive, all right? We'll get this sorted out. Bad feelings or not, there is a logical explanation." Which is funny, coming from the one who flies on his gut instincts and hasn't got a mathematical bone in his body.

"That there's an explanation, I am sure of," Roubani says. For all the naivete he can display, there are times his voice has a maturity way beyond its years. "It's whether or not we have the capacity to understand it that I worry about."

Yuuri steps through the hatch, the day's dried sweat still coating his skin. In one hand the helmet, the other a fumarella stick - still burning. He passes through the room in silence and ends up at his locker. He starts stripping away the flightsuit, laying it onto his bunk before grabbing the towel and a new set of clothing.

"Just find out what's wrong with my vipers, Ensign," The viper Captain murmurs, voice betraying the very first strains of weariness. If his pilots can't sleep, then he'll damned well keep himself going somehow. "We'll worry about the 'why', later."

Roubani waits a beat and then replies quite seriously. "You should get some sleep." His dark eyes glance over as Yuuri returns, smelling the smoke before he actually sees the man.

Yuuri takes a final drag before butting it into the cylinder can at the head of his bunk. "Sir" he offers Kai before heading towards the head to take a shower.

Kai pushes away from the ladder, apparently with no intention of clambering up it to get some rack. Nope, he's headed for his locker and his coffee cup, and then the sad little excuse for a machine someone's smuggled into the berthings. "You've got a lot of sage advice, for someone loathe to take it, Ensign," he points out mildly. "Lieutenant," is returned as Yuuri drifts past. He's not reclaiming his seat, so he's probably headed out imminently.

"That's how you know it's good advice, sir," Roubani slides his hands into his pockets and steps back, towards his own bunk. "If it were bad it would be much easier to follow." He nods to the passing Yuuri despite not being addressed. One of the many formalities of a subordinate officer.

Over his shoulder Yuuri speaks towards Roubani and Kai, "You guys wanna watch gun cams after I finish a shower?" He's paused at the hatchway leading into the head, hand holding himself up.

That draws a dry, smoke-tinged chuckle from the Captain. Once he's finished filling his cup, with actual coffee no less, he lifts it slightly in salute to the Ensign. "Sure, I'll come and find you in the ready room," he tells Yuuri while ambling for the hatch. "Half an hour."

Roubani pulls a new pair of socks from the cubby by his bunk. He's been wearing the pair on his feet for hours and through combat. "Actually yes, sir." He looks over at Yuuri and Kai. "There's some other data I need to check up there as well."

Yuuri nods and exits into the head, "Meet you guys there." With that he disappears behind a curtain and the water in the shower can be heard.

By the time Roubani's finished pulling on his socks, Kai's out the hatch and gone. Maybe for a walk around the ship, to clear his head, who knows.

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