Probationary Pilot
Probationary Pilot
Summary: Kalypso speaks with the CAG about joining the Air Wing
Date: 54 ACH
Related Logs: Abandoned
Players:
Kalypso..Rue..

Battlestar Genesis, Deck 11, Ready Room, 54 ACH

The Ready Room is for pilots to get their assignments for the daily CAP. Rows of seating line six deep and back to the wall. At the front of the room there is a whiteboard, star maps and a podium for the CAG or Squadron Leaders to address the room. The flags of the colonies stand along the starboard wall as well as plaques of recognition. One plaque stands above those who have lost their lives and reads:

Captain Ide 'Screamer' Kolis
May he rest in peace among the stars.
So Say We All.
'Star Screamers' - Fighting 58th


Sitting three rows back and two seats in from the left is Rue, a clipboard in her hands that she's making notations on. She hums under her breath. Sounds catchy and low-class.

Kalypso just set her feet on board the Genesis for the first time not long ago. She's got a bag slung over one shoulder with her essentials from the Hera, and probably a few things that are not so essential, having left the greater part of her luggage on the other ship. She probably won't be needing it any more if this goes the way she plans. Her first order of business is to find the CAG, who she met briefly the night prior and courtesy of some helpful person or other, Kal has been pointed to the Ready Room. Stepping inside, she clears her throat to draw attention to herself and stands towards the back. "Major Rue?"

"Come," Rue responds. She doesn't look up, however, focussing on finishing whatever she's writing. "Kalypso Leto from the Hera, if I'm not mistaken?" This time she does look up, eyeing the woman up and down.

"Yes sir," Kalypso says, stepping further into the room. "I spoke with Lieutenant Bayless last night." She accepts the scrutiny by straightening her posture just a little bit more. Kaly's own bi-colored eyes look back at the CAG.

"I have a fairly good memory… I spoke with you too, if I recall," Rue says, shuffling her paperwork to the next page and beginning to fill that out. "You didn't say you were a pilot, though. Granted, there was the little matter of the humans being massacred going on at the time." She pauses in her writing a moment, shaking her head and tensing her jaw before continuing, "I take it, since you're standing here, that you are a pilot. I'd consider it a personal favor if you answered two questions for me. First, where and how long have you trained? And well, I'll save the second til we're finished."

"You did, sir," Kalypso says, "But as you said, you had other things on your mind. I waited until tonight, hoping it would be less chaotic." Her mouth tightens at the mention of the masscre. She knew one of those people who were gunned down. Not /well/, but she knew them. "Yes. Colonial trained, specialty with Raptors. I took my training at the Fleet Academy, but shortly after graduation…" She glances off and down, then squares her shoulders and meets the CAG's eyes again, "I was with-held from my first assignment, Sir and have spent the last year on the Hera flying civillian ships." There's a long story cut short in there, no doubt.

Okay, that last bit has Rue lifting her head and making eye contact with Kalypso. "Explain to me how you were with-held from your first assignment… a year is a long time to go without putting in any flight time in the vessel you trained for. I assume it wasn't disciplinary concerns, or this conversation wouldn't be happening."

Kalypso closes her eyes and draws in a breath. Really, she was hoping to just gloss over that part. "No. No disciplinary issues," she says, "More like parental issues. My father knows…" Pause. "Knew… people in high places, including the Colonial Navy and called in some favors. He thought it was just a phase and enough time flying around shooting asteroids would 'get it out of my system'. To begin with I'd joined to piss him off, but somewhere along the way, I realized that I actually /liked/ it. It was the first time I got to earn something without my name getting me any favors." At least until graduation, but she'd hardly consider that a favor.

"If it helps, I've never heard of the Leto family," Rue says, letting a little mirth into her expression in the form of warmth of tone and a slight smile. "Your name means nothing to me." Pause. "Yet." Then she says, "If you genuinely want to get back into the seat of a raptor, I could use you. That leads me to my second question. Are you sure that you want back in? We don't conscript in this fleet."

Now there's a smile. It's subtle, but it's there. "It helps," Kalypso admits. "I do and I am. I wouldn't be standing here if I wasn't serious about it. I could just stay on one of the civillian ships, but to be honest, I've had enough. Flying the old fancy models was a distraction, but that's all it was. I want back in."

"Alright. Here's how it's going to go," Rue says, setting the paperwork aside and sitting up straight in her seat as she speaks. "You've graduated Fleet Academy, that means you don't have to go through nugget training. But. I don't feel handing a commission back to a flight officer who hasn't been in the cockpit of a Raptor in a year is appropriate, either. So, I'm bringing you in on a temporary basis. You'll be under the direct supervision of Lieutenant Bayless. Once you have some more flight hours and a mission or three under your belt, I'll ask him for an evaluation of your abilities. If he believes you're good to rejoin the ranks of the fleet, I'll have your commission officially reinstated and you'll join the Ares Squadron. Does this sound fair to you?"

"That sounds fair to me," Kalypso says, "I possibly have a bit of rust to polish off. Raptors don't handle quite the same as a Caprican Cloudburster." -cough-Understatement-cough-. "So, I'll more or less be on under a probationary status. I can live with that."

"I'll put in papers placing you in a probationary status," Rue says, pushing to her feet and pulling her clipboard with her. "No giving orders to anyone, alright?" Smirking, she extends her left hand. "Welcome back to the Colonial Fleet."

Kalypso smiles, "It's good to be back, sir." She waits a beat and looks back at the bag she left sitting by the doorway. "One last question… where should I stay?"

"Ares Squadron berthing, there's bunks free. Make sure you get yourself regulation gear from the quartermaster. I'll be sure to send word ahead so they know to be expecting you, along with informing Lieutenant Bayless of your status." Rue glances towards the bag Kalypso brought and then back to the officer in question. "One other thing. I maintain an open door policy for my pilots. Even probationary ones. If you have questions or concerns, make them known."

"I will." Kalypso smiles, turning for the door. She hefts her bag back onto her shoulder and turns back. "Thank you, sir. I won't disappoint."

"I know," Rue replies, watching the ensign head out before turning back towards the podium.

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