Big Boom Boom
Big Boom Boom
Summary: After the command meeting, Rhea, Reed, and Zaharis talk bombs. Literal and figurative.
Date: 95 ACH
Related Logs: And the Band Played On
Players:
Zaharis..Reed..Rhea..

CMO's Quarters Genesis - Deck 13
96 ACH 23797 Souls


The quarters of the Chief Medical Officer are a spacious area, with large inset bookshelves holding Medical Texts, Biological works, and papers on advanced surgical procedures. A table surrounded by chairs is in the main section of the room, ashtrays on the table rest beside a few open books. A small personal head is located off the main room through a doorway. A rack and bed is set into a wall, neatly made. In the rear of the quarters is a desk with a locked file cabinet behind it and chairs placed in front of the desk, while behind it is a nice chair with lower back support. A computer terminal is on the desk with a number of security protocols on it to prevent unauthorized access.


Zaharis "unlocks" the hatch with his security card swipe thing, pushing it open. His quarters are the same as they always are, devoid of personal touch. No little memoir knicknacks, no photographs anywhere. It could just as easily be the next major's quarters. There is a one recent addition - a ginkgo biloba plant growing happily under a desk lamp on his table. He motions them to take seats as they please, heading for a cabinet.

Reed moves in with Zaharis and Rhea, moving to take a chair and settle down into it.

Rhea heads into Zaharis' quarters, taking in the place. She shows no surprise at the lack of knicknacks and doesn't comment on it. Though the plant does draw a look. And an arched brow. "You taken up gardening, Jesse?" She smiles faintly. She kind of approves.

Rhea also takes a seat.

"Priest gave it to me. Karan." Zaharis pulls a bottle out of his cabinet and shakes the bit of liquor pooled at the bottom. "Ginkgo. I'm choosing not to take it as some subtle hint that I'm showing early stage Alzheimer's." He grabs three shot glasses and brings them to the table, clunk.

Reed nods, "I think that would be wise." He smirks and looks at the liquor, "Wow you are running low." He looks to Rhea, "Haven't you gotten your cut off the Engineering still for looking the other way yet?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Rhea says glibly, as to the Engineering still. "Besides, I think the Deck techs are more industrious where brewing is concerned. If *I* were still a petty officer we'd be swimming in radiator gin, gentleman, you mark my words. I mourn this generation." She eyes the glasses. "That what you're after? Want me to help you build a still? You don't want one of those things where you sleep, Jesse. It'll make your skin tingle in ways you wouldn't like."

"Yeah I learned the hard lesson about skin-crawly things near the bed. Think her name was Sandra." Zaharis tugs a chair around and sits backwards, unscrewing the cap. He splashes out the shots, letting the last of it drip drip until it stops. "Nah, no stills. Maybe later." He shoves the bottle aside and folds his arms on top of the chair back in front of him. "Actually I was up half the night thinking about the Pandora." His thumb gently rubs his temple. "Zim, you remember what I said on the wireless before you hung up? I was joking last night. But now I'm not."

Reed nods to Zaharis, "Sandra, hmm? As long as she wasn't Virgonese." He then looks between the two, unsure about what they're talking about.

Rhea arches a brow at Reed. "Virgon…you know what? I don't want to know." She snorts, smirking, but Zaharis' question gets more serious consideration. "The Pandora? What about it? I have to admit, Jesse, I can't quite remember the details of our conversation last night. I was half-afraid mutineers were going to invade my engine room."

Zaharis smirks at the Virgonese bit, but it's quick. He rubs the other temple. "Hell, where do I start. Okay, back up. Carter, you haven't been on these memos but you're going to be now so might as well dive in. Don't know if you know this but during the Visser raid they hauled in one of those probes that were out there. It's on the Pandora, right alongside the Raider and heavy raider the toasters left behind when they hit deck 13. We've been messing around with them. Top secret hush hush, you know the drill."

Reed nods, "I heard about it. Last time I was doing any of the Cylon research was matching metal types from Marker Four and the Centurion armor, but I'll try to play catch up."

Rhea reaches out to take her shot glass. She sips at it rather than pounding it right off. "The probe wasn't entirely disabled. It still had minor electrical activity inside. Don't know what the frak it was doing, but it's not doing it anymore. I shorted it."

"What she said," Zaharis turns his shot glass around on the table. "Anyway, I made a joke about activating the thing and leaving it out as a booby trap. Pull their attention elsewhere while we either wait to jump on them, or distract them. Like I said, I was kidding when I said it before, but the more I thought about it the more I wanted to ask Zimm if that were actually feasible."

Reed thinks, "Solid tactical idea." He looks to Rhea, brows lifted, "Ideas?"

Rhea gives that some thought, idly turning her little glass between her fingertips. Nodding slightly. "It's possible. It'd take some fine electrical work and a Comms specialist to assist, as I've asked for with the probe analysis in general. But it's possible." She smiles slightly, nodding her head as she wraps her mind around it.

"I wouldn't know enough about comms to say boo," Zaharis taps his shot glass against the table before drinking. Like Rhea he just sips, trying to preserve the bit left. "But it'd be awfully handy if it were possible. Especially if we're thinking of trying to do a raid."

Reed nods, leaning forward to take the shotglass, thinking, "How big is this probe, exactly?" He asks, pondering something, "Could we preserve the Comms system and still fit more things into it?"

Rhea shrugs. "Depends on what you want to fit into it. It's fairly compact. But I can look into the feasibility of it." She sips at her drink some more, head tilted at Zaharis. "Why didn't you bring this up during the meeting?" A smirk, and she can't help but add, "Admittedly, there wasn't a bulletpoint designated for it."

"Everyone in that meeting wasn't cleared to know we have cylon technology stashed in classified areas on the Pandora," Zaharis replies in a slightly wry tone, sipping his booze again. "I don't want another Deck 13 if you get my drift." He glances at Reed. "What're you thinking? Bomb?"

Reed nods, "Mmm Nuclear warhead encased in reactor shielding to prevent Radiological alarms, triggered when the probe casing is opened." He shrugs, "Really just a thought."

Rhea nods to that. "Probably best to play it close for now, yeah. At least until the investigation into Regas' death is finished." She finishes her drink, not elaborating on what she means by that. Hmm. Nuclear. She thinks on that. "That'd be tight. I'll need to do further mechanical analysis to see if it'd even fit. But it is a thought."

"Even just a little bomb. I approve of anything that goes splodey." Zaharis says through his teeth. "Put my frakkin name on the warhead, I owe the bastards a big boom." A sip of booze. "Anyway, mind looking into it, Rhea? Even without a bomb, if it'll fly in any capacity then it might be worth trying."

Rhea nods to that. "Of course." She finishes her drink, standing. And smirking. "Is it improper of me to think this was more productive than the hours we spent in that damn meeting?"

Reed nods, "Working out the tech aspects, then taking it for approval, and implementation." He smiles to Rhea, "Well, sometimes we just have to hack through the crap." He takes a drink from his shot, carefully.

Zaharis shrugs and smirks. "Come on, Rhea, we're all used to it. Buzz us tomorrow, eh? If it looks any good we can brighten Altair's day after all this crap."

"I need to get back to my quarters. I've got my own paperwork crap to hack through." Rhea snorts. "Not quite used to that extent. But, we'll see how it plays." She still looks rather leery, as to Altair, but she keeps any opinions to herself. "I'll leave you gentlemen to it." And out she goes.

Reed smiles to Rhea, "Okay." He says warmly, turning to watch her leave. Well, watch her ass, really.

"Later." Zaharis uses the opportunity to down the rest of his shot. Bye bye shot.

Rhea leaves for Corridor 13A [O].
Rhea has left.

Reed turns back, smirking in a tight lipped fashion, then takes the rest of his shot, setting the glass down, "Well, that was.. a meeting."

Zaharis sets the drained glass upside down on the table. "I'm going to keep repeating to myself that that was just a practice run."

Reed chuckles, "Well, okay, then. What do you think got screwed up in the meeting?"

"There didn't need to be a meeting for most of that." Zaharis folds his arms on the back of the chair again. "If Altair really wanted our opinions on his ability to be commander he should've called each of us up in private. Vetting for and decision of Genesis XO should have been done the same way. Also didn't take a meeting to tell us to go do departmental reviews. Nor for a priest to tell us to go pray. There weren't many updates that we all needed to be there for, nor did anything really get accomplished."

Reed nods, "Most of it was unnecessary, but he wanted the DHs together after Regas, to make sure everyone was on the same page. Going over needless junk can do that. Greje.. That was just flopping in the wind pretty much as far as I can tell, but it does show that even she felt comfortable enough to bring up a problem. Even if it is something of a problem no one can do squat about."

"That's great, I'm glad she feels comfortable. I'll bring a guitar next time and lead a round of kumbaya." Zaharis allows a touch of sarcasm in there. "Needless junk and flopping in the wind may be alright for some, but that didn't make me very comfortable with this. But don't get me wrong. I'm going to shut up and keep doing my job."

Reed nods, "You haven't been comfortable for a while. But it's good you're on your job. Which reminds me, you think Regas was.. what poisoned, drugged?"

Zaharis exhales through his nose. "Between you and me, right now?"

Reed nods, "Mmmhmm. What's going on?"

"Obviously, disclaimer that I can't say exactly, not without the rest of the labs," Zaharis taps his thumb against the chair. "But my gut says there was something else in his system besides a bullet."

Reed nods, thinking, "Okay, it's possible. I wouldn't really have much idea what or how, unless it was those Cheroots he was smoking you mentioned. Something that could have led him to suicide. Though there's a whole investigative can of worms to be laid out straight on that one.

"That's the part that's complicated," Zaharis says. "And honestly there's nothing more I can venture until I have more facts. All I got now is a bunch of abnormalities that don't add up."

Reed nods, "Seriously. Regas was getting unpredictable. If he dropped his pants and showed everyone he took a grenade, and pushed his balls through the loop on the pin because he felt it was a reasonable tactical move, I wouldn't have been too terribly surprised."

Zaharis glances at the empty bottle of booze. "If it was something toxic. Something…psychoactive. Those things need time to build up. In theory it would've taken time, shown some signs before this." His jaw tenses. "But let's not fall into that trap. This is insane, even the parts that make sense."

Reed nods, "We left sanity behind about a hundred days ago." He rises, "I'm going to head back to the Hera, work out planning how to appoint my XO."

Zaharis scratches his fingers behind his unscarred ear. "Good luck with that."

Reed nods, "Thanks, I'll try to scare up a bottle and send it over, see what I have around."

Zaharis smirks. "Good luck with that."

Reed chuckles, nodding, "Thanks." He says and then he heads on out.

Reed leaves for Corridor 13A [O].
Reed has left.

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