Boarded - CIC
Boarded - CIC
Summary: Regas, Salin, Castillo and crew in CIC
Date: 69 ACH - 01/21/09
Related Logs: Boarded - Lab


Genesis CIC Genesis - Deck 11

69 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.

----< Condition Three - Duty Area >----—-

Contents: Regas CIC Terminal 1117

Exits: [A] Corridor


New DRADIS Contact: RAPTOR_214 arrives from Hangar Bay B.

New DRADIS Contact: Charon_840 arrives from Hangar Bay B.

New DRADIS Contact: NewDawn_1744 arrives from Hangar Bay B.

New DRADIS Contact: Flask_210 arrives from Hangar Bay B.

[Tac1] The Landing Signals Officer gives the greenlight for those getting ready to change CAP. Out goes the awake pilots and in comes the tired ones. Landings are normal, it's a nice starry evening.

Salin comes in from Corridor 11A.

[NewDawn_1744: Novella] Novella's Viper kicks out of the tubes, heading up high on the horizon created by the flight of the Genesis. She rolls gently to port and extends out for Orion to form up.

[Tac1] "Cav" Novella says, "Genesis, Widowmaker Lead. We're coming on station."

[Tac1] "Genesis Actual" Regas says, "Copy that, CAP patrol."

[Flask_210: Orion] Orion's viper erupts from the gunmetal grey war ship which birthed it. He rolls portside, swinging up to come along Novella after a quick attitude adjustment and a tap of the blowers. He comes to rest just behind and to Novella's right.

Regas is at his normal station. Coffee sitting off to the side.

[Tac1] "Flask" Orion says, "Genesis, Widowmaker Two. Am outdoors."

[RAPTOR_214: Jocasta] The trundlebug chubby cousin tagging along for the ride with her two much better looking Viper escorts contains Ensign Jocasta Maru, once again playing backseat driver for some lucky bastard without a name.

[NewDawn_1744: Novella] Novella forms up with Raptor 214 and Orion in his Viper. They take a heading back towards the rear of the fleet first to clear the backdoor. Her helmet can been seen glancing around for a minute.

[Tac1] Cap Patrol, can you make a run by the Destiny? They are complaining again.

The entrance to CIC slides open and Salin's making his way into view. Seems the man is trying to at least learn more about what happens up here, but he does so quietly, off to the side.

Lost DRADIS Contact: Charon_840 heads for Battlestar Genesis.

[Tac1] "Jammer" Jocasta says, "Genesis, Overlord. We are all green and out of the barn."

Regas glances up to see the JAG, but he doesn't say much, just a nod. Glancing to his nav station again.

[Tac1] "Cav" Novella says, "Genesis, Widowmaker Lead. Copy. Flight, lets have a look at that bulkhead one more time."

[Tac1] Green lights, Overlord. Take it easy out there.

[Flask_210: Orion] Orion drifts back with Novella, settling on a side by side stance with his wingmate and their ugly dumpling cousin in between. He glances into the Raptor cockpit and though it can't be easily seen, he sticks his tongue out at the occupants. Once the radio crackles, he checks around the cockpit for good measure, then prepares to swing out with the rest of the patrol.

There's a quick, respectful nod of his head towards Regas and then Salin's pulling his hands behind his back, head canting to the side as he watches the various stations.


"Anything we can help you with, Major? It's rather dull up here at times." Regas signs off on something and then looks down at the map lit under his hands.

[NewDawn_1744: Novella] Novella swings her Viper out from their original destination and turns back towards the Destiny. It begins a slow approach on the ship, waggling her wings for the others to slow their speed as well.

His attention flickers over towards Regas and Salin is giving a slight shake of his head, "Nothing, Commander. I thought I might pop in and watch for a little bit. Try and become familiar in area's outside my normal expertise." A pause, "Providing that's not a problem."

Regas shakes his head, "No, it's fine. My Officers should know what is going on all over the ship, if they have a chance."

"Understood. There was a lull in the paperwork, so I figured it would be an opportuine time. Especially considering things are slow." Salin begins to move then, out and around the various stations, though he never intrudes on those that are actually working.

[Flask_210: Orion] Orion pushes his throttle forward, actively slowing down his vessel while maintaining formation as best he can. He gives another look around the cockpit, then settles back into the usual routine. Fly, glance at dradis, glance outside. By now, this is automatic.

[RAPTOR_214: Jocasta] Lucky for Orion, the countermeasures officer who knows where he sleeps can't see his raspberry salute because she's too busy minding the DRADIS screen. Her blow-up doll of a pilot makes no mention and just flies along serenely and in silence until…

[Tac1] "Jammer" Jocasta says, "DRADIS contacts! Looks like… eight bandits. Abaft the fleet!"

The room suddenly goes into action. Regas is grabbing the com over his head and opening the page.

[Intercom] Attention! Action Stations! Set Condition One throughout the fleet.

[NewDawn_1744: Novella] Novella's Viper hesitates a moment, the pilot's head suddenly whipping around to look to the rear of the fleet. Sure enough, eight flashes are just fading. The Mark Seven wheels on its vertical axis and the flames suddenly grow hot and long, the blue lighting up the Destiny as she rockets away.

[Intercom] Man your stations. We are now at Condition one.

"Eight contacts sir, coming in fast and hot."

What a 'frak-tastic-time' time to have made his way into CIC. With no particular station to man, shy of a desk, Salin's backuping against one bulkhead, simply watching.

[Tac1] "Genesis Actual" Regas says, "Overlord report. We show eight coming in fast and hot."

[Tac1] "Jammer" Jocasta says, "Genesis, Overlord. 30 seconds until engagement."

[Tac1] "Cav" Novella says, "Genesis, Widowmaker! I've got tally! Looks like six Raiders and two.. big ones! No ID on them. The larger ones are inbound on the Genesis. We're engaging. - Two, protect Overlord! You are weapons free!"

[Tac1] "Genesis Actual" Regas says, "Launch Alert Vipers. Green light. I repeat, launch alert vipers."

[RAPTOR_214: Jocasta] Unlike her Viper escorts, Raptor 214 isn't burning hot to make it over to bandit-central but instead chugs along at a steady pace. The inbound will come to them soon enough without rushing it.

[Tac1] "Flask" Orion says, "Two, copy. Got their backs."

Regas snaps around to his tactical, "Get me a reading on those heading to the ship."

It takes a few minutes but the word comes back, "Two sir, Heavy Raiders."

Weapons! pull out the stops."

[Flask_210: Orion] Orion's craft gains some altitude and veers away from Jocasta's raptor enough to give him room to maneuver and pry off its tails.

There's a slight cant of Salin's head and his brow is lifting slightly, eyes flickering from the Commander to those that he's calling out too.

[Tac1] "Archer" Tychon says, "CIC, Archer launching."

[NewDawn_1744: Novella] Novella's Viper rockets right for the gaggle incoming. Two veer off to engage the Raptor while the others go high to come in on the pursuit. The Raiders are learning. Meanwhile the two larger Cylon craft are approaching the rear of the Genesis.

[Tac1] "Hound" Warwick says, "CIC, Hound. All systems green, and launching."

[Tac1] "Cav" Novella says, "Genesis, it looks like the two big Badnits are looking to land on the Genesis! We're losing sight. Merging in five seconds!"

[Tac1] "Genesis Actual" Regas says, "Copy, Cav, weapons up, stay out of the flak"

Castillo comes in from Corridor 11A.

The CIC is a flurry of motion as multiple voices call out different things toward the Commander. If he isn't on the com, he is on the DRADIS and watching what is coming. "Port side.."

[RAPTOR_214: Jocasta] The Raptor's tail gets peppered by the first two Raiders but, thankfully, Jammer's in good company and while Cav blows one right out of the black, Flask introduces himself with a seriously stiff handshake.

[Tac1] "Cornbread" Sloane says, "CIC, Cornbread, Launched."

[Flask_210: Orion] Things get hot relatively quickly. Flask breaks off, circling starboard to swoop after one of the two bandits attempting to pound into the raptor. A pair of raiders play hide and go seat with the viper jock, managing to clip one of his wings while he lays firepower onto his target.

[VIPER_1137: Tychon] 1137 bursts free of its launch tube, rolls, and then banks back toward the ship, fyling close. It spins again to reorient, and flares its thrusters as it closes on the engagement.

[Tac1] "Jammer" Jocasta says, "Genesis, Overlord. Running back to the barn. Keep the doors open for us."

[NewDawn_1744: Novella] Novella's Viper merges with the pack, guns blazing. The flames flicker across the hull of her fighter while tracers arc out across the vacuum. She walks them right up the black like footprints, the rounds finding home on the rear of the attacking Raider. It sputters and careens out of the engagement in flames. It veers off and crashes right through the hull of the Pandora on a spectular display of flame and flying debris. Meanwhile the two Heavy Raiders land on the rear of the Genesis, disgorging a series of Centurians.

[Tac1] "Genesis Actual" Regas says, "Overlord, those bastards are heading port side, get on it!"

Castillo enters the CIC, geared up for Condition One. The MP assumes his assigned sentry position, taking care focus on his job rather than the activity in the room.

[Tac1] "Cav" Novella says, "Splash one! Orion, get that frakker on Overlord's tail! I'll keep 'em off you!"

[Tac1] "Flask" Orion says, "Copy! Copy!"

[Cornbread_1623: Sloane] Rocketing from the launch tubes, Cornbread kicks immediately into gear and heads towards the engagement. Flipping his weapons to hot, he looks to his Dradis to find a way into the engagement.

[Charon_840: Warwick] Getting out of the tubes, Hound rolls the Charon around as he gets free from the Genesis, and heads towards the engagement with the other newly launched ones.

The ship has taken a hit, though it isn't too visible from some decks. However Deck 13 can feel it shudder all the way down as a gash opens up in the outer Hull. Something metal is shoved through to the inner hull and sparks begin flying outward.

The JAG seems to have been within CIC when Condition One arrived and so, that's where Salin chose to stay. He's off to the side, pressed against a bulkhead, simply observing. Taking notes.

[Tac1] "Genesis Actual" Regas says, "All Civilian Ships. Jump out. I repeat, All civilian ships. JUMP!"

[Intercom] The Commander's voice comes over the paging system. We've got a hull breach on Deck 13. Damage Control, move in. Engineering, get my FTL's up!

[Cornbread_1623: Sloane] Cornbread's viper bursts at hard burn into the engagement on the port side. Immediately finding a target, he barks out into his comm on his first pass in. His viper does an afterburner slide to fire in passing at a Raider before he boosts to the edge of the furball.

[Tac1] "Cornbread" Sloane says, "Wing, Cornbread, who needs a wingman?"

[Charon_840: Warwick] Charging forward towards the engagement, Hound just moves for the nearest possible target, getting that one in range, and firing.

[Intercom] Engineering here. Spooling. Damage control crews prepped. Dispatching to Deck 13.

[Flask_210: Orion] Still on his raider's tail, Flask gives his shadows a quick visual, then taps the blowers again, trying to get closer.

"Commander, we've got movement…." there is a long pause from the Ensign. "On our hull. Sensors show a dozen atleast."

[Tac1] "Cav" Novella says, "Cornbread, Widowmaker Lead. Stick on Archer like glue! Hound, take 'em as you see 'em, Lieutenant!"

[Tac1] "Genesis Actual" Regas says, "Overlord, give me a sitrep on the hull."

[Tac1] "Hound" Warwick says, "Will do. Like a beast being released in the middle of a pack of animals."

[Tac1] "Jammer" Jocasta says, "Genesis, Overlord. You've got… seven tinners, sir. Port side. They've attached themselves between decks thirteen and fourteen."

[Tac1] Genesis says, "Overlord, our sensors show a dozen, find the other five."

[Tac1] "Archer" Tychon crackles in. "Archer coming in hot, got one on you lead." *pause* "Not any more, splash one."

[Tac1] "Cav" Novella says, "Belay that, Genesis! Overlord! Land your bird! Get out of there!"

[Tac3] Ramiro says, "First Squad this is Ensign Ramiro, proceed to deck thirteen. Second squad to fourteen, third secure corridor from CIC to Hangar."

[Tac3] Ramiro says, "First Squad this is Ensign Ramiro, proceed to deck thirteen. Second squad to fourteen, third secure corridor from CIC to Hangar."

[Tac1] "Cornbread" Sloane says, "Cornbread, splash one, moving to provide cover for Hound."

[RAPTOR_214: Jocasta] There's only so much split attention that Jammer can give the Genesis while the Raptor she's in is brutally punished by the second of her initial dance partners. Raider 2 is chewing on the ass-end of Raptor 214 but good and the bird rocks wildly for a moment while desperately trying (and failing) to escape the line of fire.

[NewDawn_1744: Novella] Novella's ignoring all of the incoming hits on her Viper as her Viper is shot to hell. Smoke pours from the tail even as she mashes the trigger. More tracers arc out, finding their targets. She's jinking like mad, though so her rounds fall short of destroying the bandit.

[Tac1] "Jammer" Jocasta says, "Copy, Widowmaker. Genesis, Overlord. We'll be skidding in hot."

[Cornbread_1623: Sloane] Cornbread smiles a little as the Raider is peppered with the fire from his Viper and explodes in front of him. Turning his viper to find Hound on the Dradis, he falls into position. With explosions, debris, and gunfire all over the place it's hard to see, but he does manage to spy Cav's status.

[Tac1] "Cav" Novella says, "Frak! Free fighters, cover me! Two, nail that bastard!"

Movement -on- the hull? That's not good; not good at all. The MP's attention is divided between keeping an eye on the CIC and towards the aft hatch.

[VIPER_1137: Tychon] Archer doesn't waste any time. Even close to the ship, he runs the thrusters hot to make up whatever time he's lost. A soon as his Viper clears the natural obstacle of the ship, he zeroes in on a target - one hot on one of his squadmates, and accelerates further to intercept. He lays a heavy - but not excessive, and certainly accurate burst of fire, tearing its wing off, sending the bandit off in a spin. Moments later, monentum has carried him thick into the fray, and he throws the bird into a flip turn, cutting the main thrusters and maneuvering more freely as he re-acquires.

[Flask_210: Orion] Flask whips hard to one direction, then to the other. The other raider just doesn't want to get hit, and it's doing a terribly good job of making that happen.

Deck 13 has already sealed off going toward Sickbay, the steel doors shut down at 13C. Aft of the Classified room, smoke is coming out the doors as they begin to seal closed also. Stairs are wide open off 13D.

[Charon_840: Warwick] Seeing his shots miss the target, Hound lets out a few choice words. Thankfully, they're kept off the tactical channel. Turning his Viper for his target once again, to stay on his target.

[Tac1] "Cav" Novella says, "Splash two Raiders! You're clear, Flask!"

[Tac1] "Jammer" Jocasta says, "Genesis, Overlord. Spotted your missing party crashers! Deck 15!"

[Cornbread_1623: Sloane]

Cornbread twists and jukes his viper in an attempt to stay on Hound's tail. Little explosions, flying debris, and the vertigo of dogfighting make it difficult, but he manages to continue fighting. Outside of his Viper, it's pure hell.

[NewDawn_1744: Novella] Novella's Viper, still smoking but less seriously, rounds in on the Raider still trying to take down Flask. Her guns flicker one more time and the Raider explodes.

[Flask_210: Orion] It just. Won't. Drop! Flask lays on the fire, but this raider seems to know when to zig and precisely when zagging is the best course of action. Timing his shots so as not to finish the job the raider is trying to finish, he suddenly swings downward, flipping back up in a sort of rotated 'scissor' which gets him a nice wide profile. The pilot grins angrily behind his helmet. The comm is off, so nobody hears him mutter, "Come on you frakkin bastard tin-can-SHIT." Dakadakadaka. Boom.

[Charon_840: Warwick] Hound must be having a bad day. Since his shots misses once more. Thankfully someone else sends the target across the river, so to speak. He turns in his cockpit, looking to see where any other targets might be hiding.

[Tac1] "Flask" Orion says, "Two, Lead. Splash one."

[Tac3] Ramiro says, "CIC this is Ramiro, I have a team assembled, heading to fifteen."

[Tac3] Ramiro says, "CIC this is Ramiro, I have a team assembled, heading to fifteen."

[Tac3] "Genesis Actual" Regas says, "Copy, Ensign Ramiro."

[VIPER_1137: Tychon] 1137's little drift-turn is slick, although not fast enough to pull him out of the line of fire of a raider which picked him up on his initial entry. Taking a strafing of hits across the hull of his craft, Archer then throws that agile flip and brings his guns across the very belly of the offender, tearing it open. A little too close for comfort, but he comes out in one piece.

Like spiders on a web, the centurions are attached to the hull as their saws begin to bury into the hull of the ship. If nothing else they'll vent it piece by piece.

[Tac1] "Flask" Orion says, "Lead, two. Pair of heavy raiders outbound from Genesis with blowers hot."

[Tac1] "Cav" Novella says, "Copy, Two. All Vipers, engage the Heavies! Stick to your wingmen!"

[Tac1] "Archer" Tychon says, "Tcht! Splash 2, lets go bag those big boys."

[NewDawn_1744: Novella] Novella's Viper rolls out of the formation and she shoves the throttles to the detent. The flames grow to their bluest as she rockets through the speed. The velocity readout on her HUD climbs without a hint of stopping its climb.

[Charon_840: Warwick] Breaking to head for the heavies, Hound almost pushes the throttle through the cockpit, going straight for one of the two big uglies.

[Tac3] Ramiro says, "CIC, This is Ramiro. We need engineering on deck 13. Doors are in place, personnel trapped inside."

The JAG cringes slightly as reports start coming in and his head cants slightly to the side. There's little he can do, but watch .. and learn.

[Flask_210: Orion] Orion's craft, trailing a thin, but dark trail of smoke behind it, breaks off of Jocasta's battered ride and squeezes his afterburners. Fuel? Forget fuel. The pilot is pinned to his chair due to the sheer g-forces involved.

[Intercom] Engineering to Deck 13D. Inner doors are jammed. We have enemy on the ship. I repeat, we have enemy on the ship.

[VIPER_1137: Tychon] Coming out of that crazy turn, Archer punches the engines on his Viper and bursts toward their new target, blasting through some of the debris left by his previous assailant. Apparently, that little rattling isn't going to slow him down.

[Cornbread_1623: Sloane] Watching from his viewport as Hound and Archer line up on the second heavy raider, Cornbread looks to the state of Cav's Viper. "Damnit Cav you're pissing smoke….Permission to…Frak it…" He bursts out of position to try to screen the heavy raider's attack against Novella.

[Tac1] "Scorch" Bayless says, "All points, this is Scorch, Raptor 215. Joining the party."

From the comm station, they get a message and the girl immediately turns. "Commander. Dr. Zaharis. Centurions are going to blow the area.

Regas grimaces and grabs the comm again.

[Flask_210: Orion] Screaming in at what is simply a stupid speed, Flask performs the space-combat equivilent of a Zoom and Boom, shooting in from above, directing fire into the cockpit, then continuing past. It's a high speed drive-by that leaves sparks and fire in its wake.

[NewDawn_1744: Novella] Novella's fire rakes aross the hull of the lead Heavy Raider. It must have hit something vital because the giant airborne APC explodes into a shower of sparks and debris. Her smoking Viper passes off to port through the explosion, jinking hard to avoid Sloane's distracting maneuvers.

[VIPER_1137: Tychon] Archer gets right on his target's tail and opens up, landing a longer volley that runs the length of the Heavy as it accelerates - managing to keep the fire from concentrating, unfortunately.

[RAPTOR_215: Bayless] Raptor 215 full-burns its way out of Genesis' flight pod, eager to aid in the fray. Sharp-eyed stick-jocks will see Scorch and Jammer manning the bird.

[Tac3] "Genesis Actual" Regas says, "Ensign, watch your men. We've got enemy on the deck with the labs. They are going to blow something. Take cover."

[Cornbread_1623: Sloane] In a balls before brains move, Cornbread boosts forward and lines up alongside Cav. At the last second, he hits his afterburners and takes the shots that were intended for Cav. Quickly joling upwards from the explosion, he moves to line back up on Archer's position. Oh…he's gonna get yelled at for that.

[Charon_840: Warwick] Getting the chosen enemy in his sights, Hound opens fire, blinking for a few moments as he sees the shots hit. Unfortunately some hits come in the other way too, but not enough to keep the one with the animalistic name from attacking again.

[Tac1] "Cav" Novella says, "Fra-! Lords! Splash three! I'm moving to high cover, all Vipers on the last!"

[Tac1] "Hound" Warwick says, "Frak. He scratched the paint!"

The sound of something about to be blown has Salin's brow curling upwards and he's giving a shake of his head. It's time to make a strategic retreat and he begins to inch his way along the wall, back over towards the exit from CIC.

[Tac3] Ramiro says, "Copy *grunt* Moving to cover."

[VIPER_1137: Tychon] Once lined up, Archer keeps firing. That makes it easy - and he just drills the target into oblivion, even as the Viper Horde (tm) descends to -really- tear it into space-dust.

[Tac1] "Archer" Tychon says, "Splash 3."

[NewDawn_1744: Novella] Novella stays high cover, circling back beyond the aft end of the ship looking down on the cuts through the hull. The smoke all at once stops. Then the lights in her cockpit go dark. Her Viper begins drifting off slowly.

[Charon_840: Warwick] Firing as well, Hound sighs a bit as his shots miss the target yet again. Must be a bad day. Then again, this whole mess happened right as he was planning to get some rest.

[Cornbread_1623: Sloane]

Blasting into the Heavy Raider as well, Cornbread lets his stance slack a bit to form on Archer's five. With the explosion, he checks the Dradis for signs of life as he quickly looks from HUD to Dradis. "Scanning for targets…"

[Tac1] "Cav" Novella says, "Krypter, Krypter, Krypter. Lost power. Going to needa tow."

[Tac1] "Genesis Actual" Regas says, "All vipers land ASAP, we're going to try to shake off our friends."

[Tac1] "Cav" Novella says, "Hound, take the flight. I'm out of the fight. Good hunting."

As Castillo makes another visual sweep to the hatch, he takes notice of Salin's slow retreat. He doesn't do anything at first, simply watching the Major. If the MP can make eye contact with the officer, he subtlety shakes his head negatively.

[Tac1] "Scorch" Bayless says, "Cav, Scorch… hang tight, we're comin'."

[Tac1] "Jammer" Jocasta says, "Cav, Jammer. We read you, sir. Initiating ess and arr line."

[Tac3] Ramiro says, "CIC, Ramiro. We're behind cover, pressure door is still in place. Requesting Engineers to pop it open or reroute, over."

Catching sight of Castillo's head shake, Salin merely arches a slight brow in questioning. There's nothing said, though, just that silent question.

[Tac3] "Genesis Actual" Regas says, "Copy that, Engineering is on the way."

[Tac1] "Hound" Warwick says, "Cav, Hound. Will do. You all heard the boss, folks. Let's cover the towing, and get back to the barn."

[Tac1] "Cav" Novella says, "Copy, SAR. I'm not going anyplace. *power fades from radio*"

[RAPTOR_215: Bayless] Scorch and Jammer's Raptor re-angles its flight path towards Novella's Viper. Its tow-cable launcher can be seen deploying from aft ventral.

Regas glances up, "Take a seat, Major. We can't just be walking the decks at a time like this."

[Cornbread_1623: Sloane]

Cornbread takes the rear position of the covering position. With a few minicule holes in his Viper, he's still definitely in the fight. Looking for signs of attack, he maintains the Dradis watch as he takes up the position.

[NewDawn_1744: Novella] Novella's Viper seems to at least be in a sustained position, not rolling to either side. She just floating further out. The shadow of her helmet can be seen in her cockpit looking to the Raptor. She waves a hand.

[Tac1] "Scorch" Bayless says, "All points, Scorch, I have mark-one eyeball on Cav waving. Setting up a tow."

[Flask_210: Orion] Hot off the trails of the last heavy raider, Flask turns… nice and slowly, thanks to the speed he fired out the back of his viper. Guns brought to bare on the remaining Raider, he opens fire, striking the exploding vessel and then swinging off to join the others in escort.

Castillo makes another head gesture towards a less intense spot of the CIC for the Major to wait it out at. He's also a bit relieved that he wouldn't have to offer an explanation to the Major, courtesy of the CO.

Lost DRADIS Contact: VIPER_1137 heads for Battlestar Genesis.

[Charon_840: Warwick] Taking position a bit above the rescue operation, Hound watches the operations going on, and glances around for a few moments, to see if anything would be sneaking up.

There's a slight turn of his head towards the Commander and Salin is merely giving a slight nod, moving back just a bit, "Of course, Commander. I was just going to my office." There's a pause, "Can I assist with something?"

[Tac1] "Hound" Warwick says, "Let the towtruck land first, then the ones that's taken most hits, and the rest of us will follow."

[RAPTOR_215: Bayless] The Raptor's tow-cable fires and mag-locks onto the aft fuselage of Cav's Viper. Once they're linked, 215 makes its way back to Genesis at a careful pace.

"DRADIS, just keep an eye on what those frakkers are doing to my hull out there," Regas tells him and he is moving off again to another part of the room.

[NewDawn_1744: Novella] Secure seal. Cav flashes a double thumbs up to Bayless and sits back in the ejection seat, eyes on the last few lights running off battery: Engine Fire and Master Caution. A hand makes a fist around her ejection handle, eyes focused on the panel in front of her in the dark. She waits for the tow in, letting the Viper be taken back but force.

[Intercom] Pass the word! Doctor Zaharis to sickbay. I say again, Pass the word! Doctor Zaharis to sickbay.

[Cornbread_1623: Sloane] Not seeing anything so far, Cornbread slacks back a little bit and twists his viper to face outwards for a moment. Taking a careful look all around, he turns it back to face the escort duty.

[Intercom] To whomever paged that, this is the Commander. He's rather busy right now, leave a message.

Salin's giving only a slight nod of his head before moving over towards the the screen, eyes dropping down to focus on it. It's then that those wonderful classes in ship operations suddenly have a use.

[Charon_840: Warwick] Looking around for a few moments longer, Hound turns back towards the Genesis to see how things are going. Nodding as he sees the ships having gone in, he looks to the remaining ones, before starting to move his own Viper there.

[Flask_210: Orion] Flask looks all about the cockpit. His ride is shot up, but not so bad. Smoke trailing out the back, he sticks with his brothers, guns hot and DRADIS, thankfully, empty.

[Tac1] "Hound" Warwick says, "Let's get the rest of us back to the barn. Flask, you go in first."

Regas shakes his head, "Frakkin' idiots…."

[Tac1] "Flask" Orion says, "Lead, Flask. Copy, Lead. I am romeo tango bravo."

[Flask_210: Orion] Flask throttles back and returns towards the Genesis.

Lost DRADIS Contact: Flask_210 heads for Battlestar Genesis.

There would be time to laugh about the intercom exchange later. For now, Castillo contents himself with stowing any sign he found the remarks humorous.

[Charon_840: Warwick] Approaching the Battlestar, Hound takes a few moments to ensure that the other Viper still out there gets in first. Glancing back over his shoulder for a second or two.

Salin offers only the faintest of smirks, but his attention is focused on DRAIDS, watching those 'frakkers' tromp around on the hull of the ship.

The wireless receiver (#1117) starts buzzing. Use +com/answer to answer it.

You answer the call. Use the 'private' wireless channel to talk to them.

[Private] "Genesis Actual" Regas says, "Regas"

[Private] "Cav" Novella says, "This is Widowmaker Lead. Lieutenant Novella, on the Hanger Deck, sir. Do you need us deployed anyplace? We have sidearms and are locked and loaded."

[Private] "Genesis Actual" Regas says, "Check out deck 14, we've got them on the hull there. Marines are on 13 where they came through."

[Private] "Cav" Novella says, "Copy that, sir. I'll call you back from there when I have a sitrep."

[Private] "Genesis Actual" Regas says, "Regas out"

[Private] "Genesis Actual" Regas hangs up the wireless and ends the call.

[Intercom] This is the Commander. Get ready to JUMP. All hands prepare for the jump.

[Intercom] Four of them…deck 13 lab…aiming at the security door about to unload, /get the frak down/!

Lost DRADIS Contact: Cornbread_1623 heads for Battlestar Genesis.

[Intercom] …3…2..1 JUMP!

As the ships jump out. If you could hear sound in space. There would be the 'AAHHHHH' of a half dozen centurions flying off the ship, flipping over and over and over, as the ship winks out and reappears.

As the ship leaps into space, Salin watches as those little 'frakkers' beginning disappearing. But, not all of them. Seems that one of them had invested in industrial grade claws, for it's still there. "Commander, that cleared most of them off. DRADIS is still showing one out there."

Regas holds on as the ship folds and then reappears. He barks for damage reports and if all ships are here. The one Centurion on the hull. "Frak."

The wireless receiver (#1117) starts buzzing. Use +com/answer to answer it.

[Into the Wireless] Salin says, "CIC"

As the Commander deals with damage reports and the accounting of the ships, Salin takes a look around and, seeing just about everyone is occupied after the jump, he moves to answer the call.

[Private] The caller recognizes that it's not the Commander. "Sir, Lieutenant Novella. We're at the aft stairwell on Deck 14. Everything sounds quiet. Do you have anything else we should know about?"

[Tac1] "Genesis Actual" Regas says, "LSO get a bird out there and get rid of that frakkin' tin can on my hull. If you have to peel it off bodily."

[Into the Wireless] Salin says, "Has a sweep of Deck 14 been conducted."

[Private] "Cav" Novella says, "Negative, sir. I'm leading one team from the rear while Lieutenant Armedes is leading another from the Fore stairwell. We're about to move forward. I'll call back when we have more, sir."

[Into the Wireless] Salin says, "Very good. CIC out."

[Tac3] Ramiro says, "*sounds of firefight* —-amiro! Engaging four, now three Centurions on 13…"

Hanging the wireless up, Salin looks over towards Regas, "Lieutenant Novella's teams are starting a sweep of deck 14, sir. They'll notify CIC once completed." Then, he's looking back to the DRAIDS. May as well keep the Old Man informed.

Regas nods, "Thank you, Major, how does it feel to be in the thick of things and not buried under papers?"

He doesn't need to look up from the board, but there's a faint smile that crosses his lips, "Quite well, to be honest, sir. Thank you."

[Tac1] "Archer" Tychon says, "This is Lieutenant Armedes, I'm at the foreward stairwell on deck 14. Hallway here looks clear. We're gonna move forward."

Regas looks at his coffee and then frowns, "Someone get me a cup that isn't cold." He picks it up and someone comes by and takes it, heading off to refresh the coffee. "We'll need to jump again, when we get rid of those frakkers. Tactical, set our next jump point and contact all ships."

[Tac1] "Genesis Actual" Regas says, "Copy that, Lieutenant"

[Tac1] Gaelan says, "This is Major Gaelan, Security give a Sitrep."

At Regas' request for coffee, Salin lifts his eyes from the screen, briefly, to take a look around. Then, he's looking back down, keeping his eyes on DRAIDS.

Regas picks up the comm again.

[Tac3] "Genesis Actual" Regas says, "Ensign Ramiro, sitrep on your deck."

[Tac3] Ramiro says, "CIC, Ramiro. 13C is clear we have a positive on Major Zaharis and Lieutenant Quill. Four Centurions dismantled. We have wounded and a wreckage in the hull that could go anytime. Door to Sickbay is still locked down. We have the Aft stairwell access covered, over."

[Tac3] "Genesis Actual" Regas says, "Copy that. Will send medical team."

[Intercom] Medical Teams to Deck 13C, stat.

[Tac3] Gaelan says, "Ensign Ramiro, I will be joining your position via the Aft Stairwell. Maintain forward security sweeps of Deck 13."

[Intercom] This is the Commander, all ships will begin jump sequence. We'll take no chances those tincans can be tracked.

[Intercom] Sickbay here. Medics have been dispatched to Deck 13C.

[Tac1] "Scorch" Bayless says, "CIC, this is Lt. Bayless in the Security Hub on Deck 14. Zero enemy contact. Got some busted plumbing flooding the deck, but that's it."

[Tac1] "Genesis Actual" Regas says, "Copy that, Scorch. I'll pass it on to Engineering."

[Tac1] "Scorch" Bayless says, "Understood, Actual. Scorch out."

[Tac1] "Cav" Novella says, "CIC, Lieutenant Novella. Deck 14 clear Aft of section Charlie. Team left in place."

[Tac1] "Genesis Actual" Regas says, "Coordinate with Major Gaelan on anything else, Lieutenant."

[Tac1] "Cav" Novella says, "Copy, sir. Already on top of it. Novella, out."

Regas goes through the jump sequence again, until they are settled somewhere out in space. Once all ships report in, he realizes he forgot his coffee again. "Frak, what a night. We'll need to tuck in somewhere and get these repairs done."

[Intercom] Attention! Set Condition Two throughout the fleet.

[Intercom] The ship will remain at Condition two until our hull is safely repaired from the damage.

There's a nod of Salin's head and he's taking a step back from DRAIDS, hands moving to clasp behind his back, "Need me to do anything during that time, Commander? Take a watch somewhere or what not?"

"No, I think everything has been covered for now. Thank you for your patience in remaining here while that was going on." Regas tells him.

"Not a problem at all, sir. It was .. a learning experience." There's a quick nod and Salin is offering a faint smile, "Once things have settled down, Commander, I'd like a few moments of your time. Tomorrow or the next day, once things are no longer critical."

Regas nods, "I'll give you a call as soon as I can."

"Thank you, Commander. And .. good work." It's a different perspective being in CIC and with that said, Salin's turning and making his way towards the exit, offering a polite nod of his head towards the MP in the process.

With the condition being downgraded to two, Castillo takes a moment to ensure everything is in order in the CIC. Satisfied, he steps outside to get on the wireless to report in to the Sheriff, so as not to add to any clutter while damage reports come in.

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