Major CAG
Major CAG
Summary: Regas and Drusus are working hard and Rue gets a surprise.
Date: 1 ACH - Nov 14, 2008
Related Logs: None


CIC Genesis - Deck 11

1 ACH 2235 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.


Regas is just returning to CIC after having been making his way around the ship. He has some papers in his hand and the first place he stops is the navigation area. His eyes on the large DRADIS monitors.

Drusus is back on communications, trying to hunt down a blip in ship's systems, some unauthorized access, but he can't for the life of him pinpoint the source. The usually affable fellow seems entirely devoted to this task, eyes focused and brow lowered a bit as his fingers move over the keyboard in one lingting-swift clatter of typing after another.

Regas glances over the room, there seems to be alot of clackity key work going on. Reports flying around. People moving in and out of CIC. Pepper ending up near Regas' left elbow and when he turns, he about smacks into her. "Ensign, for goddsake, go water a plant or something."

Drusus finally determines that such inscrutible matters properly belong to someone higher-ranked than he is, and simply clips the pertinent data into a file and has a length of scrolling printout feed its way out of a slot just overhead, reaching up, ripping it off and sending it up the COC.

Pepper whips out some papers and then turns and heads off to her station. Regas just watches in slight exasperation and then looks at the papers. He then glances up and looks about the room, heading right for Drusus' station.

Drusus is already engaged in purging the most recent batch of duplicate files that are slowing down the comms when Regas comes over. But he notices the approach, and stands in a fluid motion, "Sir."

Regas glances over the station, "I need you and Lt Kist to get on the buoy discs that was brought back from the Pandora. I want to know what that communication information has to tell us. And I want it yesterday, Specialist."

"Aye, Sir," is all Drusus replies, wasting no further time with words or questions but tapping some recruit to take over at communications as he climbs down from the comm dais.

Regas begins walking back toward the Nav station, "Ensign Peters, get the information for the Specialist and find him a spot that is quiet. See to it that Lt. Kist is notified and she moves her arse to the bridge on this."

Pepper is off like a shot. First she is unlocking the discs and then bringing them over to the Specialist, then she is heading to find the El-tee.

[Intercom] Captain Savannah, report to CIC. Lt Kist, report to CIC.

Rue comes in from Corridor 11A.

Regas is in the middle of a very hard working CIC at the moment. He's handed off orders to Drusus and has Pepper running interference on the intercoms.

Rue stumps on into the CIC in full flightsuit, sans helmet. Stepping up to the Colonel, she comes to attention, salutes and remains where she is. "Sir."

Drusus takes the disks and brings them to an unused computer station, carefully opening the cases and inserting them into the first, second, and third unused vertical disk slots at the station before taking a seat there.

Regas turns as Rue stumps in, he returns the salute, "I'm not going to stand here and blow smoke up your ass, Captain, until we know what is going on and if our Armistace is broken, we're on alert. That means your pilots are working overtime." He looks around a moment, "Pepper!"

The young ensign is like a live wire as she rushes up and sets a box down in front of Rue, "Sir," then rushes off again.

"If the Armistace isn't broken, then we have a whole different problem. I have Cav's report, but do we have any more information on just what the heck attacked my people out there?" Rue asks, eyes curious as she looks from Regas to Pepper and then down at the box, before looking up to the Colonel again. "Sir?"

Drusus makes a quick but thorough inventory of the file types and encryptions, preferring not to dive headfirst into the work until he's got the full picture of what he's dealing with.

Regas thumbs over his shoulder, "The Specialist is working on the communication that came off that buoy now. Reports I've received has said 'they appeared like old raiders'. I'll need you to look over the pilots cameras." He looks down at the box too, "Well, what are you waiting for open it. It's not a ring."

Rue's brows come together as she peers down at the box again. She reaches down and lifts the lid for a peer inside as she says, "I'll have a report on the footage to you within the hour, sir. Are we going to risk breaking communications silence and send a scout back to the Colonies?"

Drusus gets the files organized by type while flagging them to revert them to their original order on cue, making it easier to decode without risk of scrambling the message.

Sitting in the box is a set of Major pins. Regas looks over and finally brings up a smile, the frowning is going to give him wrinkles. Taking step over, he takes the box from her, "Major.." he begins, "I'm putting alot on your shoulders right now. If we need more vipers and raptors, they'll be stored on the Pandora. You'll be over that hangar deck. I like to keep ahead of things." He holds the pins out, "Want me to pin them on?"

Rue's jaw wavers, drops a quarter inch, hangs there for a moment, then closes. She looks questioningly at her commanding officer before smiling and saying, "I would appreciate it, sir. I'm. At a loss for words. Major? Me?"

Regas keeps that partial smile on his face as he reaches out and removes her Captain's pins. He then pins on the Major pins. "I'm sure you'll have alot of words in the coming days. I'll get with you later about sending some recon raptors out again toward the Colonies. Captain Desusa received nothing back from HQ. It was just static. My gut tells me I'm going to be eating alot of gastric medicine soon." Once they are pinned, he looks at them, "They suit you. You'll need to be looking over your Officers now as well. Send me a report on who you are making Squad leaders and will possibly need bumped up."

Drusus is oblivious to the nearby promotion, lifting one leg to cross it almost painfully high over the other one, leaning over the keyboard as he keeps his attention on the screen and licks the corner of his mouth, beginning to test out some algorithms.

<Trait Roll> Drusus rolls Cryptography and achieves a degree of Great (5).

<Trait Roll> Drusus rolls Cryptography and achieves a degree of Mediocre (2).

<Trait Roll> Drusus rolls Cryptography and achieves a degree of Mediocre (2).

"Sir, yes, sir," Rue answers, Marine-like. "You'll have my recommendations. Unless you need me for something else, I'm going to check the footage and run it up against the schematics we have in the historical database for the Cylons fighters."

"Carry on, Major and congratulations," Regas salutes and then waves her off to get going. Pepper zips past and comes up, setting the coffee cup with a hard sealed lid near the Colonel and two aspirin, then she is off again.

Rue salutes Regas in return, eyeing Pepper once again before she strides for the exit. "Thank you, sir." Now to go figure out if they're at war.

Rue leaves for Corridor 11A [A].

Drusus hits on a section of algorithm early on that seems close to doing the job for a good chunk of the files. A little too eager to follow up on the discovery, he modifies the algorithm in the most likely spot it needs changing, and, when that seems to make everything fall apart, he persists in the notion that he was right to make the change, wrinkling up his nose as he assiduously tries to rebuild the algorithm into something functional. He finally takes a deep breath and leans back, drumming his fingers on the edge of the console as he clears his mind and closes his eyes. Mind calm once again, he opens his eyes and leans forward, keying back to the original and looking at it afresh.

It seems like more than a few people on the CIC deck are drumming fingers and pondering. Some continue to work hard and spit out reports as soon as they find something they can prove. Regas pops his aspirin, drinks his coffee and continues to look over the nav charts. He looks to be plotting the area.

Drusus stares a moment longer before tentatively, almost timidly adding an embedding prefix to the successful code, wondering if the extended tail on the reformat projection might be an issue with levels rather than simple paratactic coordination.

Regas sets his coffee down and makes sure there are copies of that chart sent to the PAS and to the CAG. He then looks around and begins moving up the steps to a spot where he can be around, but take a needed break for now till his XO arrives.

<Trait Roll> Drusus rolls Cryptography and achieves a degree of Good (4).

<Trait Roll> Drusus rolls Cryptography and achieves a degree of Poor (1).

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