Maintenance at CIC
Maintenance at CIC
Summary: Packwood comes up to check the systems for maintenance, Zephyr's on duty and signs off on the work, keeping an eye out as always…
Date: 82 ACH
Related Logs: None
Players:
Packwood..Zephyr..

BATTLESTAR GENESIS MUSH - Tuesday, February 03, 2009, 8:20 PM


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Genesis CIC Genesis - Deck 11
82 ACH 23817 Souls
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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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Day 82 after the Holocaust, and things go on. It's early-shift at CIC and there are plenty of crew in the Center going about their daily tasks. Zephyr, the young Tactical Officer is standing at the central Combat Station, flicking through print-outs and ever checking the consoles and displays around him. He cocks his head up towards the tactical map for a moment, pursing his lips in thought.

Packwood clomps into the CIC, casting a quick glance around. "Officer of the day, sir? SE3 Packwood reporting," he calls out, touching his forehead briefly in semi-salute before digging into his toolbelt for a screwdriver. "Just checking your emergency systems here — where did you want me to start, sir?"

The bright orange coveralls are unmissable in the sea of green and blue of CIC. Zephyr turns his head towards the standout arrival. He pushes himself off the main station and takes a few steps up towards Packwood, nodding his head in a curt greeting. His eyes flicker briefly to the man's collars before he gives him a smile. "Petty Officer 3rd Class Packwood is it?" he asks again, politely.

Packwood nods simply, spinning the screwdriver in his hand. "Yes, sir. SE3 Packwood," he repeats himself with an easy smile. "Where's best to start, so I'm not in your way?" He gestures vaguely towards the ceiling, noting, "I just need to get into all of these panels, one by one."

Looking around CIC, Zephyr squints a little. He looks back to Packwood. "You don't need to cut power to any of the stations do you?" he asks simply. "I'd rather avoid that if we could. Safety though is first priority, so if you do, please let me know now"

Packwood gives the OK sign, grinning amiably. "No danger, sir. If I need to cut anything, I'll let you know. Should just be routine. Do you have a ladder around here somewhere?"

Zephyr shakes his head with an apologetic smile. "I'm afraid we don't keep 'ladders' here Petty Officer…" he starts, as he turns and calls an enlisted crew-member over. "Help the Petty Officer will you?" he tells the young crew member, who nods. Zephyr turns back to Packwood, "He'll help you if you need any support, and any requests you might have. I'll be right here at the Command Station if you need me." he nods as he turns back to the central table. He stops half-way and turns his head back, "This shouldn't take too long should it?"

"As long as it takes, sir," Packwood insists noncommittally, crawling up onto a console to begin the task of unscrewing the first of the panels to check. "You'll thank me if the place gets hit and you need oxygen sharpish."

"That we will Packwood…" Zephyr says, in a straight tone. The young officer looks around nearby. "Packwood, you did bring those usually thick batch of papers to sign didn't you?" he asks. He doesn't mean much by it, just that he knows usual maintenance and such always has paperwork. Then again, almost -everything- that happens here needs paperwork.

"They're kicking about somewhere, sir," Packwood replies offhandedly. "I'll dig them out for you when I'm done, yeah?"

"Alright Petty Officer. I'll be waiting…" Zephyr says softly, as he leans over the combat station console, flicking through paper upon paper making quick notes here and there. Everything seems good and green for now.

~ A decent few minutes pass as Packwood works on the panels and such ~

Eventually, panels returned to their appropriate places, screwdriver returned to toolbelt, Packwood approaches Zephyr with a thick wad of paperwork. "Here, here and here, sir," he points out, offering a pen.

The young officer shakes his head with a small chuckle as he takes the paperwork and pen flicking through the papers to sign. "Always in triplicate…" he smiles as he signs the papers and hands them back. "How long have you been part of the crew?" Zephyr asks out of curiosity.

"A little over a year here, sir," Packwood explains. "We were on the Mercury before that, and the Bellerophon before that."

Zephyr nods slowly, his mind quickly crossing over his knowledge of the Mercury and the Bellerophon. The young officer's eyes gaze on Packwood for a moment. The PO doesn't look older than himself, they must be around the same age. "How are you finding it here?"

"She's a good ship, sir," Packwood agrees amiably. "Accommodation's not bad, plenty of facilities, not too much out of date crap to try to work around. Should have seen the Mercury, sir. Everything was frakking jury rigged to make it work"
Packwood has disconnected.
Packwood has connected.

The young officer allows himself another chuckle. "That bad eh? Well, I'm glad you like it here…" he smiles. He extends his hand to the PO, "Thank you, Packwood. Don't let me keep you from your duties…" he says, "…oh, and it's Jr. Lieutenant Darian Zephyr. I'll probably see you around. The ship isn't -that- big"

Packwood shakes the hand briefly, then touches his forehead in quasi salute. "No danger, Lieutenant. I'll see you later." Nodding once, he turns to leave.

Zephyr nods as he himself turns back to his own work. "Keep up the good work…" he calls out after the young man.

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