Post-Visser Paperwork
Post-Visser Paperwork
Summary: Lt. Jr. Zephyr goes running around Genesis with paperwork for the deck repairs…
Date: 81 ACH
Related Logs: None (Though Visser event logs might be a little)

BATTLESTAR GENESIS MUSH - Monday, February 02, 2009, 3:05 PM

Corridor 11E Genesis - Deck 11
81 ACH 23817 Souls
This corridor is an offshoot of the main one. The Command staff retain their quarters here. Low-lit halogen lights are along the corridor and a marine guard is always stationed outside the CO's quarters as well as roaming guard protecting this hallway in general.
----------------------< Condition Three --- Duty Area >-----------------------


You knock on the door to XO's Quarters.

From Executive Officers Quarters you hear shouting: Enter!

You head towards Executive Officers Quarters.

Executive Officers Quarters Genesis - Deck 11
81 ACH 23817 Souls
The XO's quarters are nice, although not as large as the CO's quarters. A desk, small seating area, head and sleeping quarters are here along with anything else the XO may need for their living conditions.
----------------------< Condition Three --- Duty Area >-----------------------


The hatch opens slowly as Zephyr steps into the XO's Quarters, board and papers in hand.

Very gently she says "Take a drink, Colonel." He can see the caring, the tenderness and worry in her eyes. "I've heard…" She trails off as the door opens. Pepper's currently sitting across from Fotilas, a drink in hand - rum, by the looks of it. She's in her civilian clothes, decidedly so. Glancing over at the door, briefly, she then looks back to Fotilas, a brow arched.

Fotilas lifts his gaze to the new entrant. His tunic is unbuttoned down the front, letting Pepper's comments go for the moment. "Yes, Lieutenant?" His own brow arches, waiting.

As the young officer steps through, he notices that the XO has a guest, and recognises her as Ensign Pepper. He nods quickly in greeting to her before turning back to the XO. "Sorry to bother you sir, just a few papers to sign for the repairs on the decks." Zephyr says as he quickly steps towards the XO holding out the pad and pen. He waits, saying nothing else.

Pep's lips tilt upward and she dips her head to Zephyr, glancing over to the Colonel to take her cues from him. It's as though she's not quite sure whether or not to stand and salute the senior-to-her, junior-to-her-host officer. "Good evening, Sir," she says quietly, hesitating only a second before she's starting to rise. Even out of uniform, it seems as though some things are ingrained. She does, however, break protocol enough to share a small smile with Fotilas, something almost teasing about it.

Fotilas takes the clipboard and looks it over for a moment. There's a pen on the table that he grabs for, glancing up to Pepper. The smirk is returned. "Take a seat, Ensign. If I'm here, no need to render." He speaks as he's looking over the papers, reading a few key lines before he signs off on them. The clipboard is extended back to Zephyr. "Thank you, Lieutenant. Anything else?"

Zephyr takes the clipboard and stands up straight with a small smile to Pepper, then at the XO he shakes his head slowly once. "No sir. Unless there is something you wished me to check or do sir?" he asks politely in return.

Pepper settles back into her seat, offering Zephyr a warm smile in return. The glass is placed in her lap, both hands curled around it again. She remains silent as business is conducted, attention equally divided between both men.

"No Lieutenant, that'll be all." He nods to Zephyr once and settles back into the couch with the dismissal. The pen is tossed onto the table and he lifts a hand to pinch at the bridge of his nose briefly. Its been a long few days.

"Aye sir" comes the quick nod from Zephyr. "Ensign" he says as he then turns to Pepper and gives her a quick nod too. He turns and walks swiftly to the hatch, opening it, and stepping out.

~ A short time later ~

Genesis CIC Genesis - Deck 11
81 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 >-----------------------


Zephyr walks into CIC, clipboard in hand as he makes his way to the large tac-table in the centre of the room. He places his clipboard down and leans over, flicking through the papers on the pad, sucking on his teeth thoughtfully.

Drusus maintains his usual post, doing his usual stuff, slouched at his terminal as he types command, gets readout, types command, gets readout, types command, squints at readout, comments, tags, types command.

Zephyr taps on the clipboard twice with his pen before he picks it up and makes his way over to Drusus' station. "Nice handling of the comms Cato. You did a damn good job" he comments as he nears. "Repair papers have been signed by the XO" he says softly. The Jig doesn't seem to wish to make any comments on those lost during the battle.

"Thanks, sir," Drusus offers as flatly as his voice can manage. He looks up from his work, "That's good. Did… I need to do anything with those?" he wonders, not thinking that he had to.

"Just thought I'd let you know. You're comms, security and everything else. And you're the one who put the damage reports through" Zephyr nods to Drusus. "How long left on your shift?" he asks.

"Somewhere between two hours and the rest of my life," Drusus replies, sounding a little tired. "Thanks for the heads-up," he adds.

Zephyr nods. "I'll leave you to it then" he says to Drusus, as he walks out of CIC, obviously running some sort of errand.

~ Moving on… ~

Corridor 8C Genesis - Deck 8
81 ACH 23817 Souls
This corridor runs Fore and Aft, or front and back. The corridors curve with the ship structure and are low-lit with halogen. Crew and personnel of the Genesis move along on their daily routes and duties around the ship.
----------------------< Condition Three --- Duty Area >-----------------------


You knock on the door to ChEng's Quarters.

From ChEng's Quarters:
Yes? Just a moment.

To ChEng's Quarters:
The hatch opens, and Zephyr, the young CIC officer steps in.

You head towards ChEng's Quarters.

ChEng's Quarters Genesis - Deck 8
81 ACH 23817 Souls
The quarters of the Chief Engineer are a spacious area, with large inset bookshelves holding technical manuals, fiction books and a collection of cheap pulp romance novels. There is a modified work table here set against a wall which holds a collection of tools and usually has something on it halfway finished. A table surrounded by chairs is in the main section of the room. 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 large leather chair. A computer terminal is on the desk with a number of security protocols on it to prevent unauthorized access.
----------------------< Condition Three --- Duty Area >-----------------------


It's morning, not terribly early, but a respectable time for one to roll out if they're working a later shift. Rhea's out of the shower and dressed in a fresh duty uniform, and is sitting at her desk, reviewing some memos that've come in on her laptop as she guzzles coffee. Reed is about here, somewhere. Probably back in the personal head now that the shower is free. She's not keeping close tabs on him. She had to get up from her desk to open the hatch. Zephyr gets a nod. "Lieutenant. To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?"

Reed is in the small head at the moment, but the water shuts off not long after the arrival of the Jig. Reed doesn't appear yet, however.

Zephyr nods to Rhea as he enters, slightly surprised she would open the door herself. He doesn't know her that well. "Sorry to barge in so early Major. The papers for the deck repairs have been signed by the XO…" he says, as he holds out the clipboard in his hand. The young officer has heard about the Major's seemingly dislike of paperwork from the other officers at CIC. But it's not like she has to do anymore, he's just here to tell her they've been signed. Zephyr doesn't really notice the sound of the water shutting off.

Rhea doesn't have any perky yeomen in short skirts to do her bidding. She has to get her own door. She takes the clipboard, cracking a faint smirk. She doesn't even slap his hand for bringing her papers. "Let Colonel Fotilas know I've got them. We've got the hull breaches sealed already. Just spot DC patchwork. Repairs themselves'll take about a week, as an outside estimate." She winks. "If you boys up in CIC ask nicely, I *might* try and shave a day or so off that. Anyway. The corridors are open again, and we'll try to keep the work contained, to minimize any disruption to the other personnel working elsewhere on those decks. Coffee?" She gestures to the spare cups next to her coffee maker.

Reed emerges from the Head in a cloud of steam, wearing his duty uniform, sort of. His duty shirt is worn open, more like a jacket than anything else, "Okay, so my question is, do you think I should grow a mustache, or maybe a bea-" He stops, seeing the buttoned up young officer in here. "Oh, Morning, Jig." He says as he begins to button up his duty uniform, and looks to Rhea, "Duty calls, I suppose. Is this confidential?" No, he's neither embarrassed or displaying the air of being caught at something. He simply waits to see what the verdict is from Rhea.

"Thank you, but no thanks sir, I'm still awake" the young officer replies to the Major's offer of coffee. "And I don't think they'd ask for any shaving off days. Well, not from CIC anyway. The Marines though…" he grins lightheartedly. After all, it was their berthings that got hit the hardest, or so he had heard. Zephyr turns to see the Hera CO come out of the personal head. He dips his head in greeting, "Major Carter" he starts "No sir, nothing confidential. Just general repair papers…" he adds. A small twitch of the Lieutenant's eyebrow probably gives away the fact that he's wondering what Hera's CO is doing here, but Zephyr says nothing..

"Neither. Facial hair annoys me," Rhea opines firmly on that subject to Reed, downing some more of her coffee. "And nothing confidential. Just a sign-off one some bureaucracy over the deck repairs. Dotting i's and crossing t's, that sort of thing." The eyebrow twitch from Zephyr makes her smirk. She offers no straight-forward explanation as to what the Hera CO is doing in her quarters. Though she does add to Reed, "Don't forget your boots. I think they got shoved under my bunk at some point."

Reed looks at Rhea and nods, thinking, "Oh, yeah, right, I remember." He moves past the Zephyr, "Excuse me, Jig.." He lifts a hand in the air, flexing his fingers, "Zephyr, yes? Tactical." He moves to the rack and turns, so that when he bends over he's not rudely sticking his ass to face anyone in the room. "Right, clean shaved. Don't let me interrupt the paperwork flow, Bueracracy must be served."

"Aye Sir. Tac officer, CIC" comes the curt, and most likely ingrained response to Reed's mention of 'Tactical' as he takes a small step back to give the Major way. Zephyr turns his attention back to Rhea. "Was there anything you needed Major? Any papers you wanted brought up to CIC?". He might as well ask, he's been running around doing paperwork all shift. Condition Three. About the best time to do it all. The young officer shows no more signs of curiosity as to Reed's presence.

"Paperwork is a harsh taskmistress," Rhea replies with a wry little half-smile. "Anyway, Lieutenant Zephyr, was it? Well, always good to put a face to a name of one of the folks on the DRADIS board. I like to know who I'm spooling up the engines for. Yes, actually…" She goes to rifle through her desk, plucking out some papers to hand to Zephyr. "Was going to have an ensign run these up later today, but I might as well give them to you direct. Repair time estimates for the decks with reports on where my teams'll be, so other personnel can work around us, and…aha, this one's special…" Another paper is plucked. "…a full inventory of all the technical components we looted off the Visser lab. If you could make sure that's copied to Logistics, I would be forever in your debt. Well, not forever, but at least until next Tuesday."

Reed pulls out his boots from under the rack, then sits on it, glancing to the paperwork as it's passed around, tying his boots up. He looks at Rhea, "You have any plans for those two forklifts we got off the base?" He shrugs, "They're sitting in my Deck. I can hold them, but they're not too useful at the moment. If you're not going to want them I can send out an all call to see if they'd be useful on the Deck here, or the Pandora, then if not, just offer them to the fleet captains."

You say, "Only just a Jig, sir. To be more exact" Zephyr smiles. He takes the papers from Rhea and skims through them quickly before clipping them to his clipboard. "I'll see these papers get looked at…" he muses to himself, making a mental note most likely. He looks to Reed, "How are things on Hera sir?" he asks, more out of personal curiosity."

"Offer them to Chief Taylor first," Rhea says, as to the forklifts. "If he doesn't need extras, you can send out the call. The Tracer or the Hiri-matu could almost certainly use them." A "Thanks, Mister Zephyr" is offered to the jig and then she returns to her coffee, sitting on the edge of her desk while the two of them talk.

Reed nods to Rhea, "Easy enough." Seems the loot from the Base is her jurisdiction, and he's happy with that. He then looks to Zephyr, rising, boots fully on, "things are going well on the Hera, Jig. Refits are completing, and it she looks military again. We're in good shape." He nods, watching Zephyr for a moment before turning to Rhea.

Zephyr nods slowly. "Well, if there's nothing else, I best get going" he announces, bringing the clipboard to his side, smiling as he turns, angled towards the door.

"I'll sort of miss the carpet," Rhea notes dryly, as to the Hera. Sarcasm. She's clearly quite glad the Hera is back in more military shape. A parting smile is offered to Zephyr. "Give the folks up in CIC my best. We'll keep you all well-spooled."

Reed looks to Zephyr, "See you around, Jig." He looks to Rhea, "Well, we still have the carpet, I'm sure you could get it installed here."

Zephyr chuckles softly as he makes his way out. "Thank you Major Zimmermann, Major Carter" he says as he disappears through the hatch.

~ End… ~

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