AWD #015: Books and Preds
Books and Preds
Summary: In which Phin and Ygraine discuss Predator drills and other recent Air Wing happenings.
Date: 21/01/2013 (OOC Date)
Related Logs: The events in Give a Farmer's Daughter a Gun are referenced
Phin Ygraine 
Library — Deck 3 — Battlestar Orion
The metal stacks of books start near the door and run the entire length of the room, which is almost forty meters. The room is twice as wide and there are several corridors that lead down the rows. Near the door is a desk clerk manned by a Crewman from Supply, but farther back, in the quiet of the room, are generally several other people milling about. Towards the rear are several seating areas with tables and chairs. There are sections covering a broad topics and individuals can also look at maps, rent videos, and even games.
AWD #15

Ygraine enters the library, with the air of someone who's on a mission. She's got a predator manual tucked under her arm, and when she spots Phin doing…well, whatever he's doing her eyes alight. Target acquired.

There are a couple places that are pretty safe bets to locate Off-Duty Phin. The library or the fitness center pool being the most common. Or, lately, the ready room obsessively watching gun camera footage. At present, he is indeed in the library. He's back in the stacks, sitting on the floor against a wall rather than out in the open at a table. Earbuds in, reading some old hardback he's picked off the shelves. Ygraine's approach is not noticed, between whatever he's listening to and whatever he's reading. She can come upon him unawares.

Ygraine pitterpats her way over and stands over his shoulder. She leans…and leans…and leans, until surely the scent of strawberry shampoo will lead him to realize there's a tall befreckled blonde looming over him.

Phin can't really miss the scent of strawberries, which is familiar enough to make him grin warmly. He dog-ears a page and pops his headphones out, looking up Ygraine. "Hey." The book he's reading is one of those vaguely creepy post-(first) war thrillers that he occasionally likes. The sort of thing that expounds on the evils of network technology through convoluted murder and conspiracy plotting.

She grins back at him, nose crinkling as she regards him. "Hey." she says. "So I had a thought." Uh oh.

"OK…" Phin puts the book aside. He's intrigued. Cautiously intrigued. He's still smiling, though it quirks into an expectant, half-wry sort of expression. "I get the feeling this is going to be interesting. What's up, Yggs?"

Ygraine holds up the manual. "I know you've been doing predator sims. But have you been doing them with a real ECO and not the computer generated one? I can't believe we didn't get excited about it before this, but you and me, partnering in a predator? It'd be the best."

"I asked Lieutenant Keller about it awhile ago, but between the recons and mission planning and everything, I think a lot of the senior officers are kind of getting swallowed," Phin says. Her actual suggestion makes his blue eyes spark some. "You mean you and me, doing bombing runs? That sounds pretty cool, actually. Yeah. I…yeah. Should've started doing that forever ago, actually."

Ygraine grins. "I signed up for a whole bunch of sim time to teach Kelsey Wescott, but she seems to have lost interest. We could use the time instead."

"Cool!" Phin says, all of earnest enthusiasm. As he often is. "Thanks. I slotted out some hours, but most of my own time's slated for gunning practice. I asked about cross-training when I heard the D-CAG wanted people to do it but…my Raptor scores were always pretty shit. Don't think I'd do anybody any good in an emergency piloting type situation. Maybe after they've got the more senior officers up and running for it." His head tilts. "What happened with Wescott, anyway? I know she was tight with Major Duke. Did she freak when he…freaked and got taken off-duty?"

Ygraine shakes her head. "Naw. You know the boar hunting I did the day before the wing party? She went with us and Pielet her listen to some of the recon chatter about Picon - don't tell anybody, okay? But it freaked her out to the point where she went all numb and inactive. Couldn't deal That's just not something you can do if you want to be one of us. So she's gotta make up her mind about it. It's not anybody's job to coddle her, so either she'll pick herself up or not."

Phin winces when Ygraine mentions the recon chatter from Picon. "That's heavy. No doubt." He nods. "Of course not. I mean, yeah, I promise, I won't say anything. I guess I get it, in a way. She wasn't in a position where she probably expected to be in combat, until a few weeks ago. I mean, none of us were. The training gets you so far but…can't say it's anything like I ever imagined it'd be."
"Yeah, I know but." Ygraine shrugs. She's not always the most empathetic person in the world. "Her loss, your gain, so why worry?"

Phin is fairly empathetic usually, but he doesn't seem keen to dwell on this just now. He shrugs. "Yeah. Right. She'll get it together or she won't. Not like this is the ideal place to really learn how to fly or work an ECO board, anyway. Took me two years to get through flight training, between Vipers and some Pred stuff, and that was at a real air base. And, yeah. My gain." His smile crooks. "You figure we'll take them into action soon? The Preds, I mean. When we go back to the colonies."

"I would expect so. Try not to snap me in half like a wishbone when you and Bennett fight over me, okay?" Ygraine grins at that, asking, "So you been over the manual much recently?"

Phin chuckles. "I'd try, but I think the Major would win pretty easy. She seems like she can be kinda scary when she wants to be." He nods, about the manual. "Yeah. The specs I think I've got my brain around. Just haven't flown them much. It's harder to get a feel for them than it was in the Vipers. Least it was for me. I guess because it's a heavier frame." And, he has to admit, "It's also kind of weird to go with a co-pilot once you get used to…not."

"Well, I'm not really a co-pilot as such. You're still flying, but you've got to adapt to the idea of supporting someone in there with you instead of a wingman." Ygraine explains.

"Right. I fly, you blow things up," Phin says with a wink. "It'll be fun." He sits up a little straighter. A very little. He's pretty comfortably slacked against the wall. "Reminds me. You flown with the new D-CAG much? Pie, I mean. I still haven't really gotten a handle on the guy."

"A couple times. I might be going out with him tomorrow in fact; though I expect it's going to be a real yawner." Ygraine makes a face. "Pie's a decent guy. He certainly isn't as sadfaced as Bumper. Why do you think so far? I know you haven't gotten a handle, but you must have an opinion forming."

"He seems to be trying. Which, I mean, that's definitely not nothing. Not everybody'd step up at a time like this, even if they had that much rank. Mostly I'm glad he put Captain Cole in charge of the Strikes. Janitor knows his shit, without being a total asshole." Phin shrugs. "I still can't believe Bumper cracked like that after the attacks. I just wouldn't have figured he'd be the type, y'know?"

"I don't think any of us are expected to be the type, you just never know, do you?" Ygraine replies, frowning faintly. "And trying is good, you know? Do you have doubts?" She's genuinely curious, moving to take a seat and studying him curiously.

"Right. Never know until you crack, I guess. Or until you…don't." That is not a thing Phin wants to spend much time reflecting on. So he doesn't. Not openly, at least. As for doubts, he shakes his head. "No. I mean, it's not my place to, either way. But the guy seems pretty solid. And he seems like he's the type who'll push to get us back to the colonies soon. Pick up the people who're left."

"He wants to go back to Leonis." Ygraine comments. "Which, you know. I'm all for. There's prospects for survivors on Picon and Scorpia, too."

"I've been trying to go over it in my head," Phin says, frowning thoughtfully. "Where they just glassed everything. Where they didn't. I mean, some of it, seems to make sense they need to gut resources from the planets but other places…doesn't seem like there's any pattern to it. Anyway. If they're using Leonis as a prison camp, not like it doesn't make sense to go back there. They might be taking people there from the other colonies. Since they're bothering to take prisoners at all."

"Maybe there's something humans have that they want." Ygraine shrugs, but looks thoughtful. "Can't think of what, though. Souls?" It's only slightly snarky.

Phin shrugs. Slightly snarky or not, he looks like he's contemplating it. "Maybe. Otherwise, you figure they'd have blasted everything, like they did on places like Gemenon and Tauron. Anyway. Not like there's much we can do about it except go where they send us. Try and bring people back. And blow up toasters." He offers her a crooked little grin. "I should bail for the showers. I'm supposed to be on Alert in…soon. Let me know when you've got that sim time blocked out, and we can hook up."

"Sounds like a plan. Have a good shift." She beams at him, rising to her feet and clutching the manual.

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