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Post by JustinB on Jan 31, 2007 16:21:52 GMT -6
While the connection was being made, the nerves started to disappear a little.
Then Brie answered in a serious tone, "This is Major Brie, how may I help you?" I was tempted to say something funny, but decided against it.
"Major Brie, this is your dinner date Major JustinB. I wanted to let you know that I booked a civilian shuttle to take us to the Starliner Alpha instead of using one from the Callisto. It leaves in over a centar, so I will be over in forty five centons. Is that OK?"
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Post by Brie on Feb 1, 2007 7:39:04 GMT -6
Brie smiled upon hearing JustinB's voice. He sounded slightly nervous, which somehow made her feel quite a bit better. “That sounds good, I’ll be ready,” she replied. “I’m really looking forward to it. Brie out.”
Brie looked at Amy after the connection had been broken. “Forty-five more centons? I think I’m going to puke.”
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Post by Brie on Feb 2, 2007 14:40:07 GMT -6
It was finally time for his meal break. “Holt” quietly entered Challa's quarters, knowing that she wouldn't be there, and signed on to her computer using her security code. He knew how to override the tracking program so no one would know what he was really searching for. Immediately he entered Kyla's name. She was listed as deceased, died during childbirth along with her stillborn son. The father was listed as "unknown", a fact that he hated but it hadn’t surprised him. He already knew that they were listed as such, but he wanted the date, time, and location. He then searched for all children born within a sectar of the date that Kyla supposedly died whose names started with the letter "T". After reading the first two names, Tabitha and Tamika, he knew that he needed to look for something else, the name alone wouldn’t tell him anything. He scrolled down the list, looking for anything that stood out, he knew that the information listed would have been changed to protect the child. Protect the child from what, he wasn’t sure. He sighed in frustration as he looked at the last entry. “Born on the Textile Ship” he read out loud. “That’s just about as opposite a battlestar as possible. This could be it.” His finger on the screen, he followed the information. “Mother; Kammy. Designation; Student. Makes sense, she wasn't a very good med tech. Father; Boleman. Designation; Opposer. Boleman? Why that fracking daggit, trying to pass himself off as the father of my son.” He was filled with mixed emotions, he was enraged at what Boleman was doing but was excited that he had finally found the information that he had been looking for. He moved his finger back to the beginning on the entry, what regal name had they decided upon? He stared for several microns, unable to believe his eyes. “Turner. Turner? They fracking named my son after the greatest traitor ever known to mankind?” Holt’s artificial heart pounded harder. He picked up the nearest thing, a small statue that Challa had told him was the only thing her parents had brought from their home world, and threw it against the wall. It shattered into a million pieces. “Someone will pay for this blasphemy.”
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Post by JustinB on Feb 5, 2007 2:59:50 GMT -6
After speaking to Brie, I contacted the Starliner Alpha to be put through to the restaurants head waiter. After a few centons and a sectons size promised tip, I secured a private dining suite.
I went through the last of the paperwork. I received a message from Major Lucian about the upcoming jump. I prepared a list of available personnel should we be required for patrols once the jump was completed. By the time I did that I had fifteen centons before I had to pick up Brie. I straightened my clothes picked up the Caprican Rose and headed towards Brie's quarters. As I walked, people who knew me by face walked by. It then occurred to me that no one had seem me in civilian clothes before. I boldly walked on not knowing what lay ahead.
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Post by Brie on Feb 5, 2007 9:40:07 GMT -6
With nothing else to do but wait, Brie decided to finish up some odds-and-ends paperwork. She had a report from Lt. Flell which she read with great curiosity. "Seems we have another new ensign," she said out loud, not particularly to Amy. "Good scores on her physical tests, but for some reason she never went to the Academy. Strange. Also not a good idea. You learn a whole lot more than how to fly a viper and shoot a laser at the Academy." She reflected briefly, it wasn't that long ago that she had considered leaving the squadron and applying for a position at the Academy, but decided against it as the election had grown closer. She turned her attention back to her computer, Logan had been released, but Skyler and Brik were still in sick bay. "I'm going to post some orders," Brie said, this time directed at Amy. "With Skyler still in sick bay you're officially acting SIC, but I had already put Hawke in charge for while I'm gone tonight, so you can take in easy." She glanced at Amy's belongings, left in a heap in the middle of the room. "Maybe unpack." She then went to work on the last centon orders.
Attention Gold Squadron. There should be no scheduled patrols until after the jump tomorrow morning. The first patrol that we're given will be for Captain Amy and Lieutenant Artus. On standby will be Lieutenant Logan and her new wingman, Ensign Persephone. THIS IS A CHANGE FROM EARLIER ORDERS! Remember that wings will change due to the situation, I don't assign permanent wingmen in Gold Squadron.
Ensign Shannon, you are to report to my office for an introductory meeting tomorrow, the time will be announced later. Gold Squadron, please make her feel welcome. Ensigns Persephone and Thorne, we also need to set up similar meetings.
A reminder, Captain Hawke is in charge of squadron business until the jump tomorrow morning. Any problems, see him directly.
Major Brie
Brie checked her hair, then glanced at her chrono. JustinB would be arriving at any micron.
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Post by tara on Feb 5, 2007 12:13:26 GMT -6
Shannon got lost three times before finding the door to her CO's quarters. She knew she was scheduled to meet with her CO in several hours anyhow, but she wanted to find out who and where her ground crew were. She was NOT in a good mood, but she learned professionalism from her fathers friends. They grilled it into her for yarens. A good Warrior accepts what is, and what is not, and the wise Warrior can tell the difference. Shannon made no attempts to convince anyone she was wise, she knew she wasnt. She pushed the buzzer to the CO's door, waiting for seven seconds, as prescrbed in the Colonial handbook. Then she slammed her fist into the door three times, which was also prescribed in the Colonial handbook. Then she waited.
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Post by Brie on Feb 5, 2007 14:39:06 GMT -6
Brie took a deep breath as she heard her door buzzer. "This is it," she said to Amy. As she stood up and walked towards the door there were three hard knocks. She grinned, thinking about how JustinB was following correct military etiquette. Most people that she knew had abandoned things as simple as the correct knock a long time ago. Brie opened the door, a smile on her face. It left immediately. Instead of seeing JustinB, a short, very young woman was standing in front of her. Brie recognized her from the picture in her file, it was Ensign Shannon. Although she was sure that most ensigns didn't expect to meet their squadron leader for the first time while she was wearing a black dress and shoes that the Cylons could use as instruments of torture, Brie didn't think about that. She didn't open the door far enough to allow Shannon to enter. "Are you lost, Ensign?" Brie asked.
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Post by tara on Feb 5, 2007 16:14:40 GMT -6
"Ma'am, Im sorry for intruding but I need a moment of your time. I need to find my ground crew, but I dont know who they are, I just barely found out what Viper Im assigned." she said in one breath, trying to explain before she lost her temper. "The Viper is NOT combat ready, and its actually not safe to fly at all. So I want to get that crew going on it, I expect my plane to be combat ready. " She said a little slower, controlling her temper. "Oh, and your hair looks nice." she added without a thought.
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Post by Brie on Feb 5, 2007 16:57:18 GMT -6
"Thank you," Brie replied automatically as she shook her head in disbelief. How many times did she need to remind everyone that she had the night off? "Since you're brand new to the squadron, Ensign, I'm going to assume that you didn't know that you're supposed to check for posted orders every couple of centars. The orders are posted in well over a dozen places throughout the ship, make sure you find them. Usually no security clearance is necessary. The latest orders state that Captain Hawke is in charge of all squadron business until tomorrow morning." She glanced down at the dress. "I would think that it's obvious that I'm off-duty at the micron. Since you already have your viper assignment I'm also assuming that you've already met Hawke. He can answer any questions that you might have." She stared hard at Shannon for several microns, trying to size her up. The last thing she wanted was yet another recruit who had an aversion to following orders. "I will see you back here, tomorrow, Ensign. That is, unless there's something else."
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Post by tara on Feb 5, 2007 17:13:12 GMT -6
"I understand sir." Shannon did understand, and she would admit, if asked, that it would have been more proper to have gone to the XO first, IF she had not found the damage to the fuel mixture fan blades. Since Mr Hawke appeared to be three sheets to the wind (mistaking his difficulty in speaking for being intoxicated) she decided that it would be more responsible to take it up with her CO. If the Cylons were to launch a massive attack, and someone were to take that Viper out when scrambling, they would surely die if they hit Turbo. That engine would fly apart and kill the pilot. Shannon would tear those engines apart herself if she had to. She watched the door close in her face. Her CO was within her rights to dismiss her so abruptly, but Shannon was also no chump. "I found a foreign device attached to my NavCom and some pin holes in the fuel flow mixture fan blades!" she yelled at the door as it was latched shut. "Im going to fix those engines myself if noone will help me!" she yelled as she stood outside the hatch. She wasnt sure what she planned to do next, but ignoring the issue wasnt an option...
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