The Right Tool for the Right Job
The Right Tool for the Right Job
Summary: Rhea drafts Solon to work on the secret Raider project, before they're interrupted by the disappearance of the Destiny.
Date: 84 ACH
Related Logs: Dude, Where's My Destiny?
Players:
Rhea..Solon..

ChEng's Quarters Genesis - Deck 8

84 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 >----—-

Rhea is listed as on-duty but, unusually, is not prowling the engine room floor. Instead she's in her quarters, hatch closed, working on her desktop computer. Type, type, type. A clipboard sits by her elbow, and she occasionally looks down at it while she types. Reviewing the text printed on the papers it holds.

Solon is summoned, and thus, he appears! Or something like that. But really he's fairly good about making deadlines and appointments. With whatever warning that he's outside at the door, he'll enter a few moments later. "You needed me for something, Major?" As he often does, he has a cup of coffee with him, even here.

Rhea admits Solon into her quarters, nodding. "I believe we just might, yes. Come in, Captain." She's armed with a cup of coffee herself, back at her desk. She's fueled by the stuff. She returns to it, sinking back into her seat, motioning for Solon to grab a chair to sit across from her. "I hope I wasn't too cryptic. But this required more discretion that the standard snipe assignment. First, though, I'm curious. How're you settling in? Genny's quite a change from where you're used to working, I'm sure."

"Cryptic? No, not really. I just assumed it had something to do with the project I've been involved in, considering." Considering its the only thing he's really been involved with here? Simply logic! The Doctor goes and takes the indicated seat, cupping the mug carefully in his lap as he settles. "Its something of an adjustment," he says of the latter point. "The facilities are certainly a bit more… spartan than I'm used to, I suppose? That, and it's a certain adjustment having so much time on my hands. There hasn't been much for me to do, really."

"This is something new, actually," Rhea says. "And I don't intend to let you sit idle. Not sure how well you'll fit into the command structure on the floor in Engineering, but we can suss that out later. This, I think, is more your speed. It's a research project based on the Pandora. Assaultstar. Or it was. It's a high-security vessel, so parts of it are ideal for top-secret work. Engineering and Medical are working on some captured Cylon raiders there. A heavy raider and a smaller, standard Cylon dog-fighter. The real engineering work is about to kick up, now that the assessment of them is complete. We'll be extracting its electrical and mechanical components for further study. I'd like you to be involved in that."

"Well, the problem is a lack of… practical skills on my part, really. Especially when we're not using the FTL drives." Solon gives a bit mof a shrug. "The majority of the day to day work, repairs and maintenance, I half worry I'd be more in the way than actually useful. I've stopped by engineering a few times but I got the sense I was just underfoot." Oh well. When she gets into the nuts and bolts of what he'll actually be able to work on, of course, the man brightens a bit. "Well as I said, I'm -very- interested in studying cylon technology. Particularly their FTL and jump calculation technology."

"There'll be other snipes attached to this project - including myself. We can handle the bulk of the detail mechanical and electrical work. I'm most interested in working over its engine system with you. Cylon technology is beyond ours in a lot of ways. I suspect there's a great deal we can learn from these crafts. At the very least, we can better understand our enemy. At best…" She shrugs. "Well. We'll see what we can see." As for the underfoot thing, she waves a hand dismissively. "I've reviewed your personnel file. In general, no, you aren't qualified to take apart the internal systems. But I've got all kinds down there. Computer hackers, simple mechanics, aeronautical engineers, electricians…we're a motley crew. We'll get you drilled in basic ship operations and damage control procedures. That's a basic safety issue. Nobody on my staff is going to be without those skills. Day-to-day, you'll be mostly attached to research work. I'm sure Visser, and this project, will keep you more than occupied."

"Of course, of course." Unsurprisingly, he sounds rather disinterested in those mechanical innards he won't be working on. They're of trivial importantance to him. "I am interested in the control mechanisms as well… well, the FTL control strictly of course, whatever sort of computer they use to handle the jump calculations. According to most of my work, to achieve the jump ranges indicated by colonial military intelligence," apparently this is something he's -long- been concerned with, and involved in "they require systems capable of simultaneous processing at a degree far more dense than any colonial computer system. So I'm quite curious to see what sort of system they use, or if they've developed special hardware specifically for the jump formulae." Blather blather. Where we were? "Mmm? Oh, yes, safety. Quite understandable. I'm sure I can learn to swing a fire extinguisher." Perhaps literally - pow!

Rhea chuckles faintly. "We'll see how that goes. I suspect you're more capable than you'd think. A good part of the routine maintenance is very basic. But, for now, we'll get you up to speed on the basics and let you rip apart the labs." She leans back in her chair as he talks, absorbing that. She follows it well enough though some bits, particularly the possible jump ranges of Cylon ships, is new to her. "That information is going to be very useful to this project. I didn't have an ear to military intelligence during my service. Genesis was more a guardian for the PAS than anything else, though Major Carter brought me up to speed on the station's engineering." She speaks of the PAS with a good deal of regret. Almost mournful of the station's loss. She clears her throat. "Anyhow. I'm sure it'll come in very handy going forward."

Solon just bobs his head. "I'm quite willing to do the best that I can, its just that I've always been rather… isolated from such matters, even in the military." And it's no suprise - why, in normal circumstances, would they want a brain like his doing anything other than pondering the deepest complexities of the most fundamental laws of reality? When she mentions 'ripping in', of course, the man's eyes practically light up. "And in that department I'm -very- eager to get started. Its an opportunity I never thought I'd have, given the circumstances of the armistice." Careful prof, don't make it sound like you're too happy with the opportunities afforded by the annihilation of mankind. When she mentions her limited access, he decides to elaborate on his - no doubt, the classifications are somewhat irrelevant in his context. "When I was working at the Scorpia experimental lab, the projects were both practical but also extremely advanced - the department was concerned, essentially, with attempting to bridge the gaps in cylon technological superiority that were quickly becoming apparent to the intelligence we had. We were privy to most of what they learned about the cylon technology in our own areas of expertise - I couldn't tell you a thing about their weapons, but as much as we know about their FTL systems, I was briefed on. One of my - our - primary missions was to meet and surpass those systems."

Rhea lets out another low chuckle. "I'm not big on isolation." Ominous. But she does seem more interested in using his particular brand of tool in a Cylon-studying capacity. She nods along as he speaks, thoughtful. "If you could, I'd like you to prepare a briefing for myself and the other engineers involved in this project on what you know about their FTL systems. At least it'll give us something to go on before ripping into the guts of their raiders. Your security clearances are in. You can access the Pandora, or the Robotics Lab on this deck if you'd prefer to do it on Genny, to prepare it. It's a secure facility. Not as isolated as the Pandora, but it'll do for prepping a memo. I'll leave a data chip with the information on Project Daedalus for you in that lab, as well." She smirks. "Major Zaharis' name for the raider study. The CMO has the soul of a poet."

"Well, during the armistice, we never enjoyed the opportunity to study the real thing up close like this. There were apparently some intelligence missions, surveillance across the line, and so on, but of course I'm not privy to the details. But between reports from the first war, and from whatever intelligence operations were carried out, they estimated their jump distance to be…" And then he realizes that this is exactly the sort of thing that will probably go in the briefing. "I'll prepare a full report." As she relays the details, he quietly nods along. In terms of which ship he'll use, well, he has a way of picking: "Which has superior facilities?" Pragmatic, in this regard.

"I'd recommend sticking with the Robotics lab for the prep work. You won't need much, and it's got the all data we've gathered from the deactivated Centurions we've gotten ahold of. You can review that at your leisure," Rhea says. "The Pandora is a former Marine vessel, so it remains to be seen how it'll work out as a research ship. I still have to survey it, myself. I haven't spent much time there since the Marines gave it over. We can head over with Major Zaharis soon. Take a look at the place, and start getting out hands dirty." She grins, fingers twitching to dig into raider parts.

"Are you going to move the whole thing here, in that case? Or is it being chopped up somewhere and shipped here in pieces?" On the point of the labs themselves, Solon just nods. "Oh? A marine vessel, you say? Perhaps it will be simpler to work here, as much as I'm able. " Apparently the very designation is enough to give him a not-so-pleasant idea of what to expect - he's had one encounter with them, and it wasn't the most encouraging.

Rhea shakes her head. "Pandora's more secure, has more space, and we can upgrade as we need. If we need. As I said, I haven't done a fully survey. The robotics lab here is fine for study, but it's too small to devote to a project of this scope. Especially considering we'll be studying full-sized heavy raiders and the like. Anyhow. The Marines are mostly gone now. We've got the place to ourselves, as I understand it." She arches her brow at the not-so-pleasant expression that crosses Solon's face. "Something wrong, Captain?"

"Oh, no, nothing. You said they'll be gone? So that's fine." Solon isn't about to go into a diatribe about another legitimate branch of the service, at least not in front of a superior officer who, despite whatever kinship in the world of engines, he doesn't know exceptionally well. "So merely data analysis in the lab here? Very well." One nod sums things up for him. "We might certainly need some extra equipment if we're to do anything with the engine more than simply poke and prod at it. Which is certainly not the limit of my intent." Already, he has some grandiose plan in mind.

"I'm sure Commander Regas wouldn't have given the Pandora over to this if it wasn't properly equipped," Rhea says. Her brows arch at Solon's 'nothing,' but she doesn't press. She's not going to prod a diatribe out of him. "We can brain-storm later. Best get you up to speed first. This code'll open the Robotics lab for you." She hands him a slip of paper, with said code scribbled on it. "It'll only work once. Change it to a secure password in the system once you're inside. The complete memo by Major Zaharis'll be there to access as well, to give you a more detailed idea of the project. For now, you're dismissed to get to it. Unless there's anything else you'd like to ask me."

Solon takes the slip of paper, folding it between two fingers and quickly slipping it into an interior pocket of his lab coat. "Oh, I'm sure its as well-suited as possible, given the circumstances and what is ultimately available. Still, I expect we might need to… expand on things a bit." He won't go into how or to what purpose, given as he hasn't even started. But the man thinks big, and no doubt the experiments he has in mind already exceed the boundaries of most procedures usually handled on either ship. When she dismisses him, he gives a quick nod and rises. "Very well, thank you Major. I'll get to work immediately." He's eager, clearly.

[Intercom] Attention! Action Stations! Set Condition One throughout the fleet.

[Intercom] Pass the word, Commander Regas to CIC.

Rhea stands as well. The eagerness makes her crack a smile. "Excellent. I'll look forward to reading your brief. You've got quite a reputation, Captain Asenov. I'm eager to see if you live up to it." Done with that, she lets him go. In a good mood. Until Condition One is called. She tenses, but it's in a businesslike sort of way. She's all business. "Well. To your duty station, Captain. Which would be Engineering. Don't worry. I'll see you don't get underfoot." And, she's off.

You head towards Corridor 8C.
You head towards Main Engineering.

Main Engineering Genesis - Deck 8

84 ACH 23817 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 One - Duty Area >----——

Solon comes in from Corridor 8D.
Solon has arrived.

Well! That's unexpected. Looking just… a trifle panicky beneath his usually composed exterior, Solon quickly falls into step behind the Major. He's probably never been on a ship in a combat situation. He'll just follow her lead for the moment.

Rhea makes her way briskly into Engineering, which is already buzzing with techs and officers. Every console manned, every station prepared, a group of them suiting up for damage control duties. Should they be called for. Rhea heads to the main FTL console. "You know how to jockey a console, don't you, Captain? Take over the secondary power monitoring station. Keep an eye on those readings. We may be ordered to spool up promptly." She gives out a few orders on her way, but they're minimal. Everyone seems to know their work.

"Of course," the Doctor answers, with an appropriate degree of confidence. Where it comes to FTL related things, he knows his foo. Of course, as he moves over to the console, there is a bit of a 'oh, hrm' look on his face. "The console configuration is a little different than I'm used to, but it shouldn't pose a problem." He's a smart man - and he can learn quickly.

[Intercom] Zimmermann here. Engineering at stations. Drive ready to spool on your mark, damage control crews at the ready. What's the situation? Should we prepare for jump?

Announcement: Genesis shouts, "All Civilian ships are spinning up their drives."

[Intercom] Altair here. Bring up the FTL and prepare to jump to secondary jump site.

<Trait Roll> Rhea rolls Engineering and achieves a degree of Fair (3).

<Trait Roll> Solon rolls Engineering and achieves a degree of Good (4).

The console gives Solon a read-out on the power read-outs throughout the ship. It's as ready for a jump as it ever is. Rhea barks out the order to spool up, and various consoles and mechanical stations, including her own, go to furious work. Things beep, grind, and lights spark from the direction of the main engines. But the ship gets in jumping form without too much trouble.

[Intercom] Zimmermann. Copy, XO. Drives spooled, Major. Engines ready to jump as you lot in CIC will them.

[Tac1] "Cav" Novella says, "CIC, Alert Five. We're in pushing into the tubes now and ready for scramble in sixty seconds."

[Tac1] "Genesis Actual" Regas says, "All CAP flights cleared for emergency landings. NOW. No flights leave the deck."

[Tac1] "Tempo" Dynames says, "CIC, Tempo preflight in progress, taxiing to the tube. *A pause* Tempo, ackowledged, standing by."

[Tac1] "Cav" Novella says, "Copy, CIC. Alert Five, stand by."

It's a relief, at least, that it -does- look like Solon knows what he's doing. He figures out the unfamiliar configuration rather quickly with a little bit of adrenaline to encourage him, and quickly has his hands where they need to be, his eyes watching several bars indicating the power levels across the board, including for the charging FTL. "Everything looks nominal, Major."

[Colonial] "Genesis Actual" Regas says, "All Civilian ships JUMP."

Rhea gives her console a tap with her palm, nodding to Solon. "Good, Captain. Keep an eye on the hull pressure on Deck 12. The repairs from the Visser engagement are complete, but you can never tell how that sort of thing'll hold up until you put it through the hyperlight wringer." There's little talk, beyond a few shouted commands as people go from one station to the other, but a lot of clanking, beeping noise. The cacophony of Engineering.

[Tac1] "JAGMan" Salin says, "Alert Five, CIC. When we reach secondary jump site, prepare for launch instructions."

[Tac1] "Cav" Novella says, "Copy, CIC. Alert Five, standing by."

[Tac1] "Tempo" Dynames says, "Copy, CIC."

[Intercom] The emergency CAP hits the landing bays skids down, as ships blink out of sight. The Hera soon follows and the buzz on deck is a Basestar jumped in and just sat there, out of weapons range. Nothing was launched from their decks.

"Mmm? Deck twelve… ah." Yes, there's a fair bit of searching around on the unfamiliar layout, but he finds it in probably less time than it would take a properly trained rookie in the same situation. As for the hull, he speculates, "The danger, actually, is really only likely in the process of constituting the initial FTL field, as it exerts gravometric effects on the ship. The jump itself should be perfectly harmless… although, there are also potential issues with the mass variations that may have been caused, relative to your calculations." Did he just correct her? Oh well. "Everything remains nominal. Power fluctuations within tolerable range."

[Intercom] Engineering, CIC. Engage the FTL and get us out of here.

<Trait Roll> Rhea rolls Engineering and achieves a degree of Superb (6).

Rhea smirks wryly at Solon, snorting. "It's an expression, Captain. And when you're blowing hull plating out the side of your ship, it doesn't terribly matter when during the process of hyperlight transversion it blows." She pulls out the science words with a certain amount of dryness, though she doesn't seem terribly bothered by the correction. Her mind is on the work. "Mark!" And the FTL engages, all hands getting it running and in motion. With flair.

[Intercom] CIC, Engineering. Engaged.

Even if he's not used to working a military vessel's systems hands-on, Solon is apparently well-adjusted to the particular sensation of twisted space-time that is the marvel of FTL, and barely seems to notice the actual jump, continuing, a mere moment later, to survey his controls. "Systems showing green post-jump. Energy levels falling, no unbalances."

[Throughout the Fleet]
Scene Set: —— All ships arrive in unison. The civilian ships. Then the Pandora. Then the Hera. Before long the Battlestar blinks into the formation. There are calls coming from CIC and to CIC as everyone reports in….everyone except one.

The Destiny is not with the fleet. There is only a long..pan of the camera across CIC as the Commander looks to the XO and the credits for tonights episode start rolling out as the scene fades…

Rhea rides out the jump without a twitch, hands bracing on the sides of her console in a practiced way. Not that the Genesis bucks much. The ChEng almost seems to enjoy the jumping sensation, though the general tension in the air keeps her from having too much fun with it. "Excellent. Our little Valkyrie rides pretty well, doesn't she, Captain?" A half-smile to Solon.

[Intercom] CIC, Engineering. All systems showing green post-jump. Nothing bucked. What's the situation in the rest of the Fleet? Anyone need a repair team dispatched?

"Yes, quite," the Doctor agrees, without any sense of false flattery. "Military FTL is always much better than civilian, I find. I could get into why…" But, yeah, he's -slowly- learn to cut back the random exposition on the endless mysteries of faster-than-light. "The design was developed before I was really active in the military field. But I worked on the upgraded FTL system for the Mercury-class. Terrifyingly impressive machines, those."

[Intercom] Engineering, CIC. Ships in the Fleet are reporting green.

[Tac1] CIC to Alert birds, launch out and report back.

[Tac1] "Cav" Novella says, "Copy, CIC. Paladin Flight, form on me once you're out the door."

[Tac1] "Flask" Orion says, "CIC, Flask. Green in the pipe, five by five. Launching."

[Tac1] "Tempo" Dynames says, "CIC Tempo, launching!"

[Tac1] "Jailhouse" Micah says, "CIC, Jailhouse, boards are green. Launching."

Rhea doesn't seem to mind the babbling, though she only half-listens to it. The rest of her ear on sounds of the machines, and on the quick exchanges between the rest of the snipes. "Damage control teams can stand down," she bellows over the cacophony. "Keep the drives ready to spool in case CAP brings us something to jump over." That yelled, her attention turns back to Solon. "Mercury, huh? Did my first tour as a mechanical tech on the Battlestar Mercury itself. That was…gods. Almost eighteen years ago. Before the major upgrades to the Mercury class line. Felt like I was working in a museum half the time. That thing beat me up good. Taught me a lot, though."

[Tac1] "JAGMan" Salin says, "Raptors 1 and 2, prepare for immediate launch authorization for a Search and Locate mission. I say again, prepare for immediate launch authorization for a Search and Locate mission."

[Tac1] "Jailhouse" Micah says, "Flask, on me."

[Tac1] "Flask" Orion says, "Jailhouse, copy."

[Intercom] Attention! Set Condition Two throughout the fleet.

[Tac1] "Tempo" Dynames says, "Jailhouse, Flask, good hunting. Cav, Tempo, moving to your seven high."

"Well, I mean the upraged version, of course," Solon remarks. He's quieter now, as the 'panic' phase seems at an end, and his familiarity with his control station grows, adding to a sense of comfort. "I don't have a lot of familiarity with the older vessels or classes, really. But we did some excellent work in modernizing the class. Those engines are some of the most sophisticated in use, well, aside from those on the PAS or at Visser, of course." Hrm, frown. "And I suppose all of those properly belong in the past-tense, now. Although the fleet here had an encounter with the Pegasus, yes? So that's at least one Mercury-class still out and about, assuming it's survived since then."

Rhea's head tilts to the wireless station, listening to the traffic over the tactical channel. She frowns. "Sounds like we're missing one." She does her best to keep her tone neutral. If she's more worried about any one ship in particular than the others, it's not a concern she airs in Engineering. She frowns at mention of the Pegasus. "'Encounter' is a kind way of putting it. Part of me hopes we never find that ship. Part of me hopes we do, so the MPs and the JAG can string up its commander like the war criminal she is." She exhales. "Sorry, Captain. This ship itself didn't encounter the Pegasus. That particular battlestar came upon the civilian ships, stripped them like a wolf in a sheep pen, and abandoned them. But. Past-tense. Yeah. We've got to move forward." She relaxes a notch as the ship goes to Condition Two. Just a notch. "Take over the main FTL console, will you, Captain? Just monitor the readings. The techs know what to do if something fritzs. I need to get on the wireless. Find out what the frak is going on."

"Well, yes. I got some details of the incident, and I must say I concur with your evaluation of it, that, by any ethical definition, it was certainly… well, well beyond the line." Solon's expression is suitably… well, subdued. "But I suppose there's a part of me that's happy the ship itself has survived - that maybe the technology behind it has reverted a few cylons back to their component materials." He shakes his head, and then, adds, somewhat hopefully, "That would be a particularly good way of concluding it, as a second Battlestar, particularly one that powerful, well it would certainly bolster our own chances for surival." When she commands him to the FTL, he steps forward with much more confidence. "Of course, Major." Regardless of configuration… this is his bread and butter.

[Tac1] "Tempo" Dynames says, "Copy, RTB…. *then softly* Lords keep you safe, wherever you are…"

"I'm happy any ship survived. That anyone else survived. I just wonder…what does it mean, that a crew on what was a decorated vessel would be suddenly capable of that?" Rhea asks. She's not really asking Solon. More musing aloud. "What's that say about the rest of us?" She clears her throat. Not waiting for an answer. "Anyhow. Carry on, Asenov." And off she goes, to make a couple of wireless phone calls.

"Proof of the danger of rationality," offers the doctor. The irony in such a comment escaping his lips might contribute to the weight of it. "I'm sure it seemed entirely reasonable to their situation… survival in the face of a dangerous enemy requiring extraordinary, otherwise unthinkable action. It just tells us the rest of us should be careful how far we take such exercises of logic."

Rhea snorts at the suggestion of the logic of those actions. But she can't really argue that. She just doesn't /like/ it. "Well, I'll stick to irrational, then," she says in that dry way, tapping into her wireless unit. Ringing up CIC. Figuring out which ship is missing.

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