PWD #16: A Moment of Your Time

Petra comes to visit Wake during the Third watch. And seeks just a moment of his time.

A Moment of Your Time
Summary: Petra comes to visit Wake during the Third watch. And seeks just a moment of his time.
Date: 19/12/2012 (OOC Date)
Related Logs: Heavy Words
Petra Wake 
Combat Information Center, Deck 2
The Combat Information Center is the tactical heart of the Orion. This CIC is designed in a circular formation, the Admiral apparently a fan of the classical set-up. Dead center are a set of large monitors suspended from the ceiling with DRADIS readings as well as other vital shipboard information. Under this is a small map table outlining current plots and positions. The table has a built-in phone as well as smaller displays as to critical damage reports. Both port and starboard other watch stations are set at all times, in two rows of tiers like stadium seating, one above the other. Each station has a purpose — Helm, Weapons, Communications, Electronic Warfare, Damage Control, and further tactical monitoring. More displays and banks of computer monitors line the walls. This area is heavily guarded by Marines at all hours of the day and night.
PWD #16 December 19, 2004

Third shift. Everyone ends up having to work it sooner or later, so who's the more unfortunate one? The one that has to work, or the one that's off duty and up here ANYWAY? Either way, Petra looks as if he was actually coming in to CIC to report for duty, in uniform with a folder tucked under one arm. At least staffing is light and for the most part, the ship is quiet, right? So it takes him a moment to stop and crane his head around, looking for one specific officer in the mess of rank pins.

Being officer of the Watch, has it's perks sometime. Such as getting to wear your gun, which, Lieutenant Wake is doing. His eye remains on the DRADIS as it silently blips and catches the CAP. A sip of coffee from the hand sporting the massive class ring. Licking his lips, The Lieutenant barely glances to the door, before he straightens. "Officer on Deck." comes the gruff report, which brings everyone to attention for a moment. A grin passed over to the Major, before his hand comes up in salute. "Come to relieve me, sir?" Or were there other things, needed.

Petra is caught a little off guard for a moment there - he's probably used to having to snap to that for the Commander and Admiral, but quickly calls out an, "As you were" before anyone's had much of a chance to interrupt whatever they were doing. The grin draws a small smirk to Petra's face as he approaches the table in the center of the room, "Nono, I was already in here for nine or ten hours. I just wanted to catch you when it was quiet and we could talk a moment. Officer's barracks isn't really the best place to have that kinda talk. You have five minutes?"

"Dog have tits?" Yes, that would be an Aerilon saying right there. And so Wake glances once towards the DRADIS, before he is looking back to the Major. "Yeah, we can squat an chew." With that there's a sharp look to a greenish looking Ensign. "Mr. Clarke, you squeal out if something new shows up." he adds before he's motioning to the action table. "What's on your mind, Major?" Thomas asks as he moves a little ways-his voice dropping as well.

Petra does a passable job at containing the snicker, and remains quiet until Wake's gotten acceptance from the Ensign, then opens the folder to hand it to Wake. Inside is a copy of the letter Jameson's already showed him, "Old man left me a note, said he already warned you about this little piece of fun, right? Made a copy of it for you. Cap'n Kreskas with the Marines has the original right now…he and Vlakhos are running the MPs through it, checking it for things like fingerprints, handwriting style…stuff like that."

"He did, that's why I am keeping it in the paddock, so to speak." Wake says in his usual growl of a voice. A nod there before he is looking back over the note once more. "You get the request I passed up the mast?" Asked quietly before he is glancing to the other members of CIC. Fast in their work, before he is nodding. "Do we have a possible profile in this yet?"

Petra nods slowly, "I got it, and whatever you need access to, you have it. I haven't gotten anything back from the Marines yet, but they've only had it a couple of days, so…" He rolls a shoulder and clears his throat, adding in a softer murmur, "I'll make a copy of the little I DO have right now or you, but take a look, especially through all the civvies we added right before we left. If you can find a pattern, any kind of a pattern, see where it takes you. I was Intel for my first tour and figured out I wasn't going to be for me, so you need something, tell me and I'll get it."

Wake nods back, in a quick and curt moment. "Good." because he will take advantage of that little promise. "I'll go and chase their flagpole and see what they might have." He adds before he is looking back with a half smile. "I usually handle SIGINT. Took my schools for it, but-" needless to say he is made for the HUMINT sector mainly. "I can figure it out. I'll see what the MP's have. But, if we can get a profile, I'll know what to look for." he adds before he's looking back down to the copy of the note. "I don't suspect that the person is an officer-by the phrasing. But, I could be wrong."

Petra grins at the explanation, "I was SIGINT. Three years in a deep space Comm Array listening to ships talk to each other. Dear Lords Help Me. I think that might have turned me off from the whole career." The last comments has him shaking his head, "I dont know. I'm going to let Kreskas and Vlakhos know you're on the 'team' as it were, so anything they find, they'll give you a heads up at the same time they tell me. I'll keep the old man up on what's going on."

"It's like listening t' whales talk an Frak. Pretty peaceful work." he says with a faint grin there. "I know we've been advised not to try and pick up the person, or persons. I agree with that." Wake says "If there is one of these so called traitors on, then there are more. Hopefully the message sent off to the Seventh, is not intercepted." And there the lieutenant takes another sip of his coffee. "However, if shit looks screwy and war looms." he says softly "We snatch him up."

Petra nods slowly in agreement, "From that, it sounds like there are, even just on Orion. So I'd be careful with those numbers at the end, in case he's not fulla crap about that bit. If he went this far, he'll go further, so I'm all for not killing the goose until its done laying golden eggs, you know?" He flashes a small smile, "Alright. I think I'm going to actually go sleep for a bit. Drop me a note if something comes up, otherwise, good luck and lets hope something pops up before THAT does."

"I don't doubt there to be a cell. No one seeking a victory leads it up to one person." Wake offers back over the rim of his cup. "We're gonna be real damned careful. I'll run it to anything significant. Birthdays, anniversaries, serial numbers. Anything that matches we will look at." Thomas says before he is offering his own half grin, before nodding. "Will do Sir. I won't wait on this."

Petra bobs his head once and takes a step back from the table. For just a moment, he looks a little more tired than he's been letting on, but just for a moment, "Alright. Thanks Lieutenant. I'm sure you'll kick ass - I'm glad the Admiral got you on board." With that said, he looks like he's going to turn and take his leave unless someone stops him.

"Thank you sir." Wake calls out as the Major slips on out, there is a glance back towards the Ensign at the DRADIS. "As you were, Mr. Clarke. I'll go back to staring at the console, you can go back to sweating through your damned blues.." muttered out as he stalks back to his previous station.

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