AWD #013: A Word
A Word
Summary: Jess asks for a word with Cole after the Viper Briefing
Date: 19/Jan/2013 (OOC Date)
Related Logs: Directly after Viper Briefing Jan 19
Jess Cole 
Ready Room
Capable of seating every member of the wing with space to spare in its stadium organization, the Ready Room has more than two hundred seats and is the largest room on the ship dedicated to single briefings. Sections of desks were manufactured specifically for this and wrap the width of each level of seating, rolling leather seats positioned at even points through each row. The walls have the tenant squadrons' patches painted on individual panels as well as a Kill Board up to the left side of the dais and podium, the Training Board on the other side to log progress. At the rear hatch, on a barren section of wall, is the framed and cased photo of 'Bad Dog' Ruegger.
AWD #13: January 19, 2005

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A last lingering glance goes to Jess and Cole. "I'll let you bitch in private, then," Holtz offers to Jess, giving each of them a final nod and makes his way towards the exit a few moments after Phin. "Catch you two around."

Phin is too gone by this point to know to try and lurk in the shadows of whatever hall conversation Cole and Jess are going to have. Sadness.

"Thank you." It's lobbed in general to the group as some part and some want to bitch unofficially. As the room clears out, Cole flops into one of the chairs and flips open his papers again so he can take notes. "Whatcha got?" He asks Jess, his blue-colored eyes ticking up to her face with an expression that's softened out of his Briefing expression.

Jess lifts a brow at the notepad. "You don't have to take notes, Ari, I'm not looking for office hours, here," she says as she takes a seat on the arm of a chair, boots on the seat. "I'm just wondering what you're hearing about this stuff, how they're prioritizing. Why we're going after the prison planet first instead of supporting the ones that are fighting, or trying to pull people off Virgon before it drops. I get we're up against a superior force here and have to pick our battles, but it seems like a prison camp's the only place we can assume they probably aren't currently gunning people down."

Ari's pen waivers anyways, then his ring finger starts to bounce the writing implement against the hard surface of his wedding ring. "If I had to wager a guess? Because we need the reinforcements and that's the fastest, easiest way to get them. Why try and go to the surface of a planet and round up volunteers when we can just pluck a ready made group from the grasp of the Cylon's. I wish we had more man and fire power, but we don't. Not yet. Not enough to risk a more full scale rescue operation. But as I said, that's just a guess. Right now, you now know what I know."

Jess tilts her head to one side and says, "Yeah, I guess. I don't know, it seems to me that it would just give us more mouths to feed, and they would all be coming to us unarmed, probably without much or any intel about the state of the other colonies where fighting's going on. Meanwhile the people fighting could probably make better use of our air support." She chews on the end of her pen, and then gestures with the bit-end, saying, "What are the Cylons even doing with a prison camp? I guess maybe we'd find out more about that, that might be good. Why are they nuking some planets and not others?"

"It's troubling to be sure. Why are they annihilating some of us, and yet sheep herding the rest? These are some of the things I want to discuss in the round table. I want people's thoughts. I want to collect them all and put them on a big platter and present it to Command and tell them to chew on it. The more minds, the better. And I'll siphon off what intel I can to feed back to everyone to help perpetuate this. My goal is to be a conduit, not a gate. If that makes any sense." Ari says simply.

"Yeah, it doesn't make sense. If they just want to destroy us, just nuke everything. Occupying some and not others is weird." Jess's knee bounces silentishly, and she nods, "Yeah, I get it. I wish Pie'd stop telling everybody that everyone's dead, time to've gotten over it. Eighty percent of the population's still out there?" No, there was no segue there.

Cole reaches over, settling his palm on her bouncing knee. His intent is to probably do double duty to comfort her and stop that infernal tick. "We'll get you back to Aquaria. It could just be transference with the Major. Wanting us all to believe what he believes because it's /necessary/ for /him/ to deal with things that way." Ari's really been spending too much time in the chapel, if he's picked up some counselor jargon to boot. "Or he just wants ot insure our head is in the game, instead of FTL jumps away. We have to focus on the here and now, his blanket statements like that are just his backassward way of trying to help. Use it, or don't. As long as the result is the same, yeah?"

Jess stops the knee-jiggling when touched, rolling her neck until it cracks like staying still involves some bone-grinding effort. "His wife's here," she says of the Major, "I mean, maybe he's got other family, too, but." But she is not super sympathetic. She shrugs, loosens shoulders (or tries to) with a stretch, and says, "You can't tell people they can't hope and they can't grieve. You've got to give them one or the other, at least. I think. But I'm no armchair psychologist like you apparently are now." She gives Cole a look, tone drained dry at the end. She switches gears again: "Any luck getting your hands on the recon photos or footage? These AARs are hard to picture."

"What can I say. I'm a sponge." Ari makes a sucking noise, then, "I like to soak up knowledge like a your mattress soaks up spooge." He flashes her a wide grin, but it was her fault for saying he's an armchair shrink. "I've got them. They're not exactly classified, but I shouldn't be broadcasting them in the Rec Room. We sould grab some place out of the way where we won't be interrupted."

"Don't be disgusting," Jess replies, "Like I let any of it go to waste on the mattress, honestly." She scoffs before flashing him a smile that does't linger, and nodding. "Storage closet?" she suggests, "Anybody who sees will think we're frakking, but whatever. Or did they give you an office or something?"

"Pfft. Office. But I promise if anyone asks in the locker room, I'll tell them you give amazing head." Ari slips to his feet, bapping her playfully with the stack of folders he totes. "Tomorrow? You and I aren't on the CAP rotation." He should know, he writes the damn thing now.

"If you help me achieve my career-long goal of getting that written in my personnel file," Jess replies, "I'll tell them the same thing about you." Winning smile. She slides off the chair and nods. "Tomorrow works. I've got sim time in a half hour I've got to get to and then one of the lanes at the range booked for a while. You should come sometime, especially if you're still as bad a shot as you were."

"I dunno about being a bad shot. I got the Missus pregnant, afterall." Ari's grin doesn't even falter. "I'm under the same orders, Nags. I'll be there. I just have some other matters to attend to, tonight." And with that, he takes his folders and goes off to do officerlike things.

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