Flashlight
Flashlight
Summary: The Captain and the new Ensign have a night time chat.
Date: 52 ACH
Related Logs: None, yo.
Players:
Addie..Orion..

Battlestar Genesis, Deck 12, Gold Squadron Berthings, 52 ACH

Gold Squadron is the viper squadron 'Fighting 58th' on board the battlestar. The room consists of double bunks along the walls with lockers in between each area. An oblong table sits in the center with chairs around it and there is a shower and changing area off the far end that is shared with the Raptor squadron.

Orion is in bed. He's supposed to be there. This is not a problem. The problem is realted to the fact that he's not sleeping. Even that's not much of an issue, but when one is staying awake to reread his training manual with a flashlight… THAT may be a bit of a problem. He's not keeping anyone up, at least.

Captain Nikos comes in wearing 2 towels. One is wrapped around her body, the other her hair, which indicates she's just come from one of those showers. Heavily indicates, but it's possible she enjoys walking the ship in such a way. Anyhow, in she walks, and to her bunk she heads. Course hers is right inside the door, so it's a quick trip. Addie glances across the dimly lit berthing, now that most everyone is asleep who isn't pulling 'night' CAP. She notes the light in a place a light… usually isn't. Not that she's noticed. The Captain takes a moment to pull on some underclothes, a tank, and sweat pants.

Assuming the berthing isn't a '24/7 balls to the wall' sort of place, it's probably quiet enough for you to hear a page turn and, in the process, see the light move a little bit. One of your pilots is not only awake, but he's regressed to 10 year old late night reading tactics. Promising!

Addie steps away from her bunk, leaving the curtain on the top of row 1 open, and tosses her towels over a chair near the table in the middle of the room. They'll dry while she's sleeping. Damp, dark ringlets of hair fall across her shoulders and upper back, staining the tank with water. She pauses by the closed curtain, and knocks lightly on the locker beside if. Novella sleeps through almost anything, so she shouldn't be awakened from the bunk above.

That gets a reaction. The light switches off and the curtain opens up. The man on the other side squints and, depending on your level of sympathy, absolutely sabotages his career by thinking you're just another pilot. There's no way for him to tell, at the moment: "Wha? Oh, sorry. I ain't keeping you up, am I?" He whispers it. No sir, no salute. If he's lucky, it won't matter.

The other side of the bunk will reveal that yes, Orion is laying on top of his bed. It's been made fairly tightly and while one probably couldn't bounce a quarter over it… he's laying on top of it. He's wearing fatigues, no shirt, his dogtags, and he's got a dog-eared training manual open. He's using his pillow as an arm-rest.

The dark haired Captain wears no signs of rank, which always makes things fun around the berthing for the new guys. She squints in the low light at the shirtless pilot atop his bunk sheets. "Are you studying?" She almost sounds like she hopes that's porn.

"Not the latest lingerie catalog, that's for sure." comes the whispered reply, "Didn't think I'd keep anyone up. I reckon I could get dressed up right and proper and do it someplace else if it's causing a problem." The newguy and people he haven't met. One can almost smell the shellshocking he's gotten from some of the other pilots already.

There's a moment of silent contemplation from Addie. She tucks damp hair behind her ear, reaches up to scratch the side of her neck, and says. "Not a problem. I'm just not used to seeing that. It's a good thing." You know she's tired when she's replying quietly as she is. Well, Orion doesn't, since he doesn't know her. He will come to, though, at some point. "You smell like new meat. You always this careful of other pilots, or did you spend some quality time with Jailhouse?"

"And his friend, the landlady." Orion jabs a thumb upwards to indicate Novella, "Done met Jailhouse right after the raptor girls who dropped me off told me I could get the ship's autograph a little later. He's, uh… kinda… yeah." And enough is said about that, "Never know what you'll get when you're in here, and it's not like I've been tested too much, so I'm just trying not to piss anybody off. Big pond, sharks with teeth, most of them sell kinda funny."

"That's the piss and vinegar," Addie nods, both at the indication of Novella, and the reference to Micah which is left somewhat vague and unfinished. "You had a proper introduction to the stars in one of our Mark VII's yet?" She doesn't make any introduction yet. "They told you about what happens if you're too heavy on stick when you're pulling a sharp maneuver?"

"Mayhaps. Mayhaps." The kid probably wasn't expecting this sort of interruption. He smiles ever so slightly and answers in a very frank and honest fashion, "You could say that. I wouldn't. I would say that she's the guy's guard-dog and don't give one or two shits about anything else if you sass him back." He listens to you, -especially- not expecting this sort of interruption at this point, "I might should have, but there's been…" And he lowers his voice, so the brass won't hear. "I don't know who's exactly running this damned war, but my paperwork's been skewered so bad you'd think it was a suckling pig. But all I got is one hundred and ten hours of flight training, that's an hour for every percent Captain Wilson from the academy done told me I got to give. Can you believe they wouldn't let me go for one eleven? Why would they do that to a fella like me?" And right there, he finally sounds… a little arrogant. A little cocky. He might have a future.

"110. Pretty green yet. You'll get a taste soon enough. Just know most of them have a little play. Don't get to forceful. As with many things in life," Addie continues quietly, straightening, "When you're dealing with a little play, it's a sure but gentle touch gets it done." The Captain messes with each of the new guys in their own way. Since Orion wasn't a cocky shit right off, he's shown a little mercy. Don't tell anyone. "Could probably get on a training thing with Jailhouse and his wing. Sounds like you should start logging hours at the stick as soon as possible."

"I've been here for almost a week now and it's been simulators, my training manual, and I'm starting to spend a little quality time at the ready room, staring down at guncams. Major's figuring she can use me, but with the fuel shortage, I don't think anyone's flying much right now. No CAPs, anyway." The double entendre can't help but make the man smirk at you. "Hey. You know, every bird is a little different." Touche! "I did a little training with the wing so far. But it's simming. Me, Jailhouse, Cav, and Tempo did this four on ten thing." The look on his face implies it didn't end perfectly well for him, "Went pretty good. Ten to one splash ratio ain't nothing to be ashamed about." *cough*

"Sims aren't a bad way to keep up, but putting you in a combat without at least a live dogfight would be a little rough. You never know how it'll shake out until it does." A glance is cast around the quiet berthing. Addie combs her fingers through her hair, stifles a yawn, and says, "One splash?" She grins a little. "You get the splash, or were you the splash?"

Orion hesitates and develops a reluctant expression, "Got at least one. Maybe two. Came in hot on Rattler lead's tails. Didn't go too well for either of us. Couldn't bingo my shadows and they finally made me go ballistic. Real sierra hotel foxtrot moment. I wasn't too happy about it, but neither was Rattler lead."

Orion hesitates and develops a reluctant expression, "Got at least one. Maybe two. Came in hot on Rattler lead's tails. Didn't go too well for either of us. Couldn't bingo my shadows and they finally made me go ballistic. Real sierra hotel foxtrot moment. I wasn't too happy about it, but neither was Rattler lead, sir."

"Very good, Ensign." Addie leans over again, hands braced on her knees as she asks, "When was it you realized a sir was in order?" Testing his situational awareness at rack time? Sneaky. Or something.

Orion doesn't even flinch, "When my eyes adjusted to the dark and I got a look at you, sir. You're too old to be an ensign." Ouch. At least the grin on his face implies he knows what he just said.

Orion doesn't even flinch, "When my eyes adjusted to the dark and I got a look at you, sir. Reckon you're way too old to be an ensign." Ouch. At least the grin on his face implies he knows what he just said.

"You obviously haven't met all of our Ensigns," Addie replies, without so much as a beat missed. Oh, Air Wing burn! How old is Novella? What. "Get some sleep. It's pretty precious around here." That's Addison's last piece of advice before she steps away from the bunk, and quietly begins to make her way across the berthing.

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