A Day in CIC
A Day in CIC
Summary: Regas is working and Pepper thinks he needs time off.
Date: 62 ACH - 01/13/09
Related Logs: None
Players:
Regas..Pepper..

Pepper comes in from Corridor 11A.

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Genesis CIC Genesis - Deck 11

62 ACH 23817 Souls


The Combat Information Center is the tactical heart of the Genesis. This CIC is designed in a triangular formation, with one point pointing directly forward, while the other two point port and starboard. The forward point of the CIC triangle is where the tactical consoles are set up. Dead center, a large, clear display panel is suspended from the ceiling, green gridlines showing a map of nearby space. Under this, a large table is set, providing more tactical displays, a wireless handset, and a large, DRADIS console.

Both port and starboard other watch stations are set, in two rows of tiers like stadium seating, one above the other. Each station has a purpose - helm, weapons control, communications, navigation, damage control, and further tactical monitoring. More displays and banks of computer monitors line the walls.

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Regas is moving around the large table in the center of the room at the moment. All around him, the crew are busy little bees keeping eyes on the stations and activity around the ship.

Pepper comes striding in, confident as usual, carrying several files. As she goes, she DOES greet the other officers she comes across with respect. Feet, though, take her straight to Regas side. She pauses a few steps behind him, at attention and out of the way, and simply waits.

Regas glances over to the comm station, "Ensign, contact the mining ship and get me a run down so far," a nod returns to the Commander and he places a hand on the lit table. "Pepper." Knowing her footsteps anywhere.

Pep smiles and dips her head. "Commander," she says quietly, holding out one of the folders. "Facts and figures on Destiny and Hera. I've got a breakdown on where we can move some civilians to alleviate a little bit of overcrowding. The bottom sheet will show you the top areas for possible educational centers aboard the ships."

Regas takes the folder in hand and begins flipping through it. A little nod here and there. He sets the folder down on the table and adds a pen note to the side of something and scratches his name, handing it back. "See that Major Zimmerman gets that."

Pepper hands over the next folder as she takes the first. "Aye, Sir," she says quietly, with a smile. "Here are the top demographics for the ships and a civilian police force," she says quietly. "This ship here has the most effective area for brigs with three rooms off of it appropriate for judicial procedings, interview, and isolation. There are two other rooms that engineering can easily convert over."

Regas takes the next folder and flips through it as well. "Yes, something that is needed. See that Lt. Shem and Major Altair receive copies of this also." He uses his pen again to make sure his initials are on it. A glance up as he listens ot the tac for a moment. "Cellis, let 307 know they can check the area." A 'Yes Sir' comes back to him and he is handing the folder back to Pepper.

"Sir, Captain Salisbury needs a word with you," One of the comm tech's says with a turn in her chair. Regas picks up the comm unit and speaks quietly. "Yes….no…within the hour," and he hangs up again. "Cellis, send the CAP Raptor over to the Astra. Do a swing by on the port side. The Captain said a tech noticed something venting."

[Tac1] Raptor 871, CIC, Astra check needed on Port side. Possible substance venting.

Pepper remains quietly by the table, relaxed as she waits. The front of the folder gets, well, folded back while she waits for him to return.

Regas glances back now and at the stack of folders, "When was the last time you took a day off?" He asks, reaching for the next folder she is ready to hand off to him.

"I took 24 hours leave four days ago," she tells him with a small smile. "It was going to be 48, but I cut it short to take care of a couple things, Sir. The next time things slow down, I'll be heading to Destiny for a little leave."

Regas nods, "Good." Half an ear is on the channels and the rest on Pepper. "Just make sure if we go condition, you hot foot it back over here."

"Of course, Sir," she says quietly, eyes twinkling. "I'll be heading over to Destiny around 2000 on Friday evening, though I plan on being back no later than last shuttle." She stops short of asking him to leave the light on. "Am I still permitted to work with Major Altair when he needs a hand, Sir? The work for you and the Colonel has been a little light of late, so I've been helping him with a few files as time permits."

Regas nods, "If time permits, just don't use it for your off times when you need to get away from this place." He continues to eye the stack, "Anything else I need to look over?"

She slides over the next folder, eyes twinkling a little. "Your schedule for the next few days, Sir," she says, voice low and quiet. There's a noticibly blank spot in said schedule. For one 24 hour period, there's absolutely nothing scheduled. In fact, there are lines through each hour block.

Regas flips the folder open and looks down the list. But when the blank spot shows up, he looks up again. "Everyone quit this day or..?" He questions with a raised brow.

"No," Pep says with quiet serenity. "But you did. It's been cleared with Colonel Fotilas." She opens another folder and shows him another schedule - Fotilas'. It has a similar block. "Just for 24 hours, Sir. Work up here if you'd like, re-acquaint yourself with the rack, but you'll have no meetings for 24 hours." Pause. "Barring us going to condition or an emergency cropping up." According to her tone, though, it would have to be a hell of an emergency.

Regas eyes the young woman, "What are you trying to say, Ensign?"

"I'm not trying, Sir," she says, lifting her chin slightly. "I AM saying that you need some time off, which you haven't been taking. You've kept more than busy, busier than anyone else in the Fleet, and everyone has a breaking point. I honestly don't want you reaching yours. I considered starting small, with only 12 hours of break, but you need at least 24."

"I see." Regas responds, "Who put you up to this?" His gaze goes over the room, always keeping an eye on any small fires that needs to be put out. His eyes return back to Pepper as he waits for an answer.

Pepper can't help but laugh a little at that, though she tries not to. "No one, Commander," she says. "I made sure that the Colonel would be alright taking over - which he was, of course." Given her expression, apparently Fotilas probably gave her a strange look before saying yes. "He's the only one who knows."

Regas mmhms, is all that Regas does in response to that. "We'll see. If there is nothing else, get those reports off to the rest of the Major's."

"I'll keep rescheduling your meetings," she says, dropping her voice quietly. "Until you get 24 hours off, I'll continue, every week, to have a 24 hour block where nothing's scheduled." Pause. "Sir." There's concern in her voice, but she doesn't push it farther than that.

Regas gives her half a smile, "I'm sure you will. And as soon as I make a date, you can schedule me some place for dinner. I'm sure that will thrill you right down to your little socks."

The serenity gives way to a warm, utterly delighted smile. "If you want to take someone with you, just let me know and I'll make sure every single arrangement is taken care of, from the wine on the table to dessert," she promises him. "I'll even have a hand-written invitation, even if your dinner companion is the Colonel."

Regas brings up another smile to her, "Why don't you see if you can find some flowers for me. I doubt there are many around, but you never know what may be stuck out there somewhere still blooming."

Her brows go up at that and she considers him for a moment then nods, once. He can see the mental hamster diving into her wheel and starting the race. "I'll have them within twelve hours, Commander," she says quietly, closing the folders in her arms. "Any other special requests, sir?"

Regas can only let off a small chuckle now as he watches the gears spinning. Leaning over, he lowers his voice for her ears only, "You can deliver them to Major Rue." Let the gossips begin!

If she's surprised, her expression doesn't show it - only her eyes. But she dips her head, once, smile softening. "Signed card," she asks quietly. "Or a mystery?"

"A thank you card, I'll sign it." Regas tells her and then straightens. His expression returning to the Commander side of things. "Now, shoo. I've got work to do here."

Pepper's lips twitch just a little and she nods, once. "It'll be in your morning folders," she tells the Commander, then turns to head off, a mission in mind.

Pepper leaves for Corridor 11A [A].

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