AWD #487: A Working Model
A Working Model
Summary: Jaxon comes to Amos with a plan for his cylon project
Date: 21/10/2016
Related Logs: None
Amos Jaxon 
Battalion HQ - Deck 3 - Battlestar Orion
The headquarters room is the primary command location for all Marines associated with the battlestar or accompanying fleet ships. The walls and desks are covered with maps, photos, and satellite imagery - as well as clocks indicating the current time in each colonial capital city. Secure phones are bolted to each bulkhead, and for added insurance, each desk possesses its own encrypted wireless unit with its own independent wiring. The small room is always manned by a wireless operator and a duty sergeant, at a minimum, though it tends to be a hive of activity during duty hours.
AWD #487

The busy hustle that has been marine HQ for the past couple of weeks is, while not really dying off, at least getting much more organised as time goes along. There's a definite sense now that those behind their desk know exactly what they're doing, rather than large group discussions and pouring over maps. Well, mostly. One who is still at a chart table having a brisk discussion about something with an ensign is Amos. Coffee in one hand, the other is gesturing to the terrain drawn out below while the Ensign makes a good show of taking copious notes.

The Petty Officer typically doesn't want to visit Marine country, but with Major Gray on other projects, Swick was sent down to pitch the ideas for recovering a Centurion to the Marine S3. Knocking on the large hatch of the entrance, the Petty Officer waits to be acknowledged as he stands with his file and looks around as left eye droops lazily in a blink underneath the scar tissue.

It's the duty NCO who spots Jaxon first, and a few a quick check to find out who he's hear to see, the marine is directed over towards the chart table. The ensign flicks her eyes across but correctly guesses that she is not the one being sought, leaving Amos to handle things himself. "Petty Officer," he greets, not recognising the man, "what can I do for you?"

Offering a stance of attention, Jaxon offers politely. "Sorry to interrupt sir, I'm Petty Officer Two Jaxon Swick, one of your Sergeants, Kapali, came by to inquire about recovering a working Centurion to be hacked into for the code." the scarred man offers as he waits.

"A working Centurion," Amos replies, sounding ever so slightly surprised, "last the Sergeant informed me you were simply after bits. Has she seen you to let you know we already have some by the way? Once of the senior NCOs on the deck was looking into something similar a while back and they still have the parts down there somewhere." He pauses long enough to take a drink then asks, "so, what's this about a working one then?"

"Yes sir, she let me know, and as I informed her, once off-line, it is effectively useless." Jaxon responds as he keeps his file close. "I'm a code-breaker, sir. In order to break code, I have to have code - which won't come from a dead unit. It doesn't give me a chance to see how it works and reacts." the PO2 considers for a moment. "I went through what was catalogued, even the heads were unrecoverable. Which is why there's a need for a working model. It does not need arms and legs, mind you, sir." There's a little thought. "Major Gray offered a plan, and your Sergeant seemed to like it."

Amos seems to be following along fine, even nodding at pertinent points, right up until the end there, then there's a faint hint of a creased brow. "The good major has been coming up with plans and taking them directly to my sergeants has he?" he asks, his tone horribly ambiguous, "you'd better tell me all about it then." The ensign is dismissed for now, and she takes the map with her, while he merely turns o rest his hip on the now vacated table and takes another sip of his drink.

"He actually shared the plan with me, and I advised the Sergeant of it, sir. As we were exchanging ideas on capturing a Centurion, if approved." Jaxon responds as he remains in place. Then he sets down the file to open it, showing pictures of the debris field of the basestars destroyed over Picon when taking it back. "I made circles in the debris of the locations of some of the Centurions still active in the vacuum of space. "It was suggested that a Raptor be used and use the door guns to take out the limbs of a Centurion for recovery. And then using a lead lined container to bring it back so it can't transmit."

Amos looks perhaps, faintly mollified at that clarification, but his main response is to put his mug down and turn so he can properly study what's put in front of him. "It's not a terribly plan," he starts, although by his tone there's a but in there, "the only issue I can see is that a door gun won't fire in a vacuum, so you'd need to rely on the pilot's nose guns. It's still doable, but you'll need to ask the CAG nicely for a pilot that can shoot. Other than that, are you wanting deck to bring it aboard? That's usually their sort of show, but I can provide you with a marine or two to kill it in case anything goes wrong."

"I think that's what Sergeant Kapali was looking to do, sir. Or EVA to pull it in." Jaxon clarifies. "It was also suggested, and I agreed, that we use the Iron Pilgrim and put her in Picon space so that it has not chance of recording our movements. Once I'm done with the code, it will be destroyed. I'm not wanting a pet can, so as soon as the experiments done.." he lowers his scarred face in an acknowledgement of killing the damned thing.

"All right then," Amos replies, pushing the pictures back towards Jaxon, "I assume you're taking the lead on planning, so let me know when you have deck and the wing onboard and I'll sort you personnel. Would I be right in suspecting that Sergeant Kapali would wish to be included on the roster?"

"Actually, sir.." Jaxon gets a look of amusement. "…the Sergeant asked for the lead on the recovery. I agreed to cede the spot. I believe that's why she came to you for permission for the mission, sir." he says simply. "I'm just in charge of making the toaster talk to us.

"Did she now," Amos replies with mild amusement, "well, in that case, tell /her/ to come back to me when she has deck and airwing on side and we ca go from there." Draining the last of his mug he adds almost as an after thought, "oh, and you might want to mention to her about the door guns, if she hadn't clocked that yet. I'll let you take credit for realising though if you want."

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