Salvaging
Salvaging
Summary: Desusa passes the word to Rhea to prep for a salvage run to the Persius' broken hulk.
Date: 37 ACH
Related Logs: Various 'Dum spiro, spero' logs
Players:
Rhea..Desusa..

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Main Engineering Genesis - Deck 8
37 ACH 6285 Souls


Main Engineering is staffed by the Chief Engineer and his or her crew. There are enough monitors, flashing lights, back-up generators, consoles and various other areas to man the battlestar and keep it in top form at all times. Storage areas, locked areas, pipes, machinery and tools are all around the area. The desk of the ChEng sits in an area where it is the quietest so work can be done.
----< Condition Three - Duty Area >----—-
Contents: Rhea Magic 8 Ball Marker_Four Whiteboard Wireless 1319

Exits: [O] Corridor

Special: +detail - Details available
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Rhea is not at her desk. Not that that's unusual for the ChEng. She is on duty, and currently working one of the power consoles. Monitoring Genesis' main engine, occasionally making notes on a little clipboard ledger.

Desusa steps in to Snipeville and begins scanning the surroundings to someone. The marine is in full battle gear, and has that 'very few friends' look on him at present. He grabs a nearby techie by the arm and asks, "Where's the major?" The crewman points towards the power consoles. He begins his trek there.

Rhea lifts her head. They have an invader in their midst. Smells like Marine. Desusa gets a crooked smile when she spots him, though the look on his face makes her expression moderate. "Major Desusa. To what do I owe the pleasure? I take it you aren't here for a drink." She slips lightly out from behind her console, clipboard under her arm, and strides to meet him. The console is left in the care of a harried young ensign.

The marine approaches the Cheng and despite having an unfriendly demeanor, manages a small smirk and nod to her before he begins speaking, "Major, we are a few hours shy of mounting an incursion into this," he hands Rhea some recon pictures of a battlestar. The images show a heavily damaged hull, port hangar bay missing, exterior weapons shot to hades, only one functional thruster. "Our main objective is still classified, but on the orders of Colonel Fotilas, I request a team of engineers be ready to move in and termite the vessel as fast as possible." He brings out another set of pictures that are focused on the starboard hangar section of the battlestar, handing them over to Rhea as well, "We had a recon raptor land inside the only available landing deck, and it seems it can hold about three more." He lets Rhea get a good look at it, knowing perfectly that she can verify that the structure can hold the vessels safely while the mission is carried out. Of course, one of the pictures shows the outside of the bay, where the 'Persius' name is still visible.

"Let's see what we've got here," Rhea says briskly, motioning Desusa back to her desk. Where she can have the pictures spread out and take a proper look. She gets behind the desk before she eyeballs them. Which is probably for the best. The name 'Persius' makes her pale, and she grips the top of the desk. To keep herself steady. Deep breath. She holds her composure together with mental duct tape and strained twine, clearing her throat. "Your vessels'll be fine. She's pretty frakked up…but if the hangar deck is still intact it should continue to hold, from the look of this. Termite…right. I'll get a team together. I've got some structural engineers who need to be put to work. I'll head it personally." She adds, as if it requires some justification, "I worked refit on Scorpia for almost six years. I know how to take these frakkers apart. I'm a damn decent hand with damage control, too, if things get hairy. Any idea how much of her is salvageable?" Her focus stays on the pics, not looking at Desusa. She idly picks up one of her desk toys and gives it a shake.

Desusa moves with her towards the desk. Not sensing Rhea's reaction over the name of ths ship, he comments, "Yes. I figured the deck was sturdy enough for the landing." He picks some of the less important pictures as Rhea shakes her magic ball, "Can't tell for sure what can be recovered, Major, but since you are comming in, you can see for yourself." He rubs one of his eyes tiredly and adds, "We gonna clean house first and recover the ship from the hostiles holding her crew hostage. The engineering team will go in after we singal the 'all clear', so have your team ready on a moments notice." Yes, there are people alive in there. Friends. Family.

Rhea takes a breath. A spark coming into her eyes. Daring to hope for…something. Her eyes go to the photo of the specs-wearing man on her desk. She nods shortly. "Understood. Are the Navy offices still intact? Getting a look at the inventory ledgers would make it easier to know what we can salvage. They should be up to date. Logistics tends to be on top of those things."

Desusa shakes his head a few times, "Uncertain, Major. We don't have much intel on the interior status of the vessel. The Persius was scheduled for decommission just a few days prior to… to all these," states Raul. He gets picks up the rest of the pictures and says, "We only know that she was working with a skeletal crew, which in turn made it easier for the 'mutineers', to control afterwards. We are looking sort of going in blind, but we are trained to work with those odds. It should be easy to recover." He keeps repeating that to himself for reassurance.

"Mutineers?" Rhea's eyes jerk up from her photos, narrowed. "You mean the Cylons didn't do all this? What the frak…" She leans in slightly, focusing back on the photos. Trying to make some sense of them. "Yeah. We'll see what we can see. I'll get my snipes together. Make sure they bring their sidearms along." She pauses a moment. As if wondering if she should say this or not. But she's a full-disclosure sort. "Major, I should tell you. My husband was on the Persius. I assure you, I'm more than capable of carrying out my work. And I have some knowledge of the ship, albeit in the abstract. And…well. Anything else isn't really material."

Desusa looks at Rhea for a few seconds. It is now that he realizes what this mission means to her. "Major," he says as he places a hand over her shoulder, "We have no idea of what officers are still alive in there," a pause, "I am sure you must know that ship inside out, but, I can't risk taking any more officers than the ones that already signed in. Shit, I am already taking two medical officers onbaord, and that is already way past protocol." He takes his hand down and adds, "You and your team will only go in /after/ we secure the ship. Period." Yeap. He is leaving Rhea to bite her nails, while his marines spread thier love in the Persius. He slowly turns heel and begins to move out. Cheng's got her orders.

Rhea looks on point of objecting to that. But it's the sensible course of action. She can't argue. "By your command, Major. This is your run. We're all professionals." She takes another breath as he squeezes her shoulder, nodding shortly. "I'll get my people assembled. We'll pack our EVA suits in our kits, in case we can snag anything from the areas that've been decompressed."

Desusa nods and steps out.

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