AWD #420: Can I Borrow a Skinjob?
Can I Borrow a Skinjob?
Summary: Gloria updates Elias on the progress of her projects.
Date: 16/08/2016
Related Logs: Roadtrip! & SCAMP Surprises
Elias Gloria 
Map Room - Deck 2 - Battlestar Orion
Dominating the room is the large bottom-lit map table in the very center. Ten feet across and eight feet the other way, the table can gather a large number of people around it while still accommodating enlisted and support personnel in the small riser seating behind the table. The risers are done in single-piece desk sections that run the width of the seating area and have small reporting displays built into them along with communications ports for headphones. At the head of the room are two very large LED displays that can have almost anything put on them, including projections of what is on the map table. A single computer at the support seating controls this and in the rear of the room is a large, locked case that holds maps and table models.
AWD #420

The clock ticks over into the late watches, and under Condition 3 things are as quiet as they get on Orion anymore. The watch crew is present as always, but they're more junior personnel and no one is pulling regular duty. The pair of MPs posted outside the Map Room are talking quietly, while the hatch stands open. Inside a pall of cigarette smoke betrays the presence of the senior intel officer, seated at the central map table. Elias' rumpled blues, dark eyes, and full ashtray speak to a long occupation, but he is still focused and pouring over several sheets of official print outs. Next to the paperwork is a photograph of Specialist Mercier, reported to be their latest skinjob discovery.

Gloria is off watch herself, you can tell by the fact that she isn't in CIC. Dead give away that. She's still in her greens though, and very much on duty as she ducks through the hatch with a folder under one arm. She glances round for either the Lieutenant, or the Major, and then gets a good nosefull of smoke that informs her that at least one target is indeed present. Ambling over towards Elias' desk she clears her through as usual when he's like this, then waits.

Elias' seems alert enough, glancing up when Gloria comes into the compartment, then briefly returning to what he was reading. A few seconds pass before he puts the paper aside and returns his attention to the woman. "Petty Officer Oates. Progress on the Saber research?" he guesses.

"Sir," Gloria replies, "that’s part of it yes, and the recovered communication system from Ragnar." Since he's mentioned the Saber site though she starts there. "Lieutenant Wescott is writing a detailed report, but in short we managed to recover intact a number of cylon missiles, a launch vehicle, and their big bird DRADIS. Sergeant Dreyer was also able to obtain intelligence on another of their DRADIS systems, but I haven't had a chance to look at that in details yet to see how much of it is of use." A pause to breathe and she adds, "the systems diagnostics for the big bird report it as fully functional, but we haven't yet been able to get into the control systems to evaluate them."

The young Major focuses in on Gloria as he listens to her report, nodding a few times to indicate he's following. "Mmmm," is all Elias says at first. Then he considers for a second and gives a nod. "Sounds like a good start. Any estimate on when or if we can develop countermeasures?"

"Once we can gain access to the systems we'll have a better idea," Gloria answers , baiting her hook with care, "the problem is there's a biometric lock on the controls. Obviously, given the amount of time that's elapsed, none of the humanform corpses that were there were in a good enough condition to be of use, but we do have the Sergeant and the Specialist who might be able to assist us in getting past that. They'd need flying to Picon, or of course, a friendly to be found there, but I don't see any other way that we're going to get into that system and understand what it's doing."

Elias doesn't seem to have expected much in the way of concrete answers at this point, and simply nods. "I see." The biometric lock is another matter, and that he may be able to do something about. "I'll see what I can do about borrowing Sergeant Knox." There's a vague gesture towards the photo of Clara. "Out latest addition isn't likely to be much help with Cylon technology, I'm afraid. Anything else you need for the Saber?"

"I suspect Sergeant Knox would be the more useful of the pair anyway," Gloria notes with a faint nod, "as it was his line that were stationed at the site." The comment about Clara's knowledge of cylon technology is noted and then she shakes her head, "not at the moment Sir. It'll take some time for Spree's troops to go over the missiles themselves, and we'll know more about the DRADIS once we've had time to study them properly. I may however, have a use for the Sergeant briefly on another project, if you think he could be cleared for passage over to Pilgrim's Hold? We're still working on finding a compatible data cable for the communications device we recovered, and he might be able to help find one amongst pieces of recovered tech, and advise in the operation of the device itself."

"Mmmm," Elias says once again, this time as a noise of acknowledgement. He plucks his pen from his breast pocket to scrawl himself a quick note, listening as Gloria continues. His lips compress into a tight line for a moment, then he tucks his pen away. "By all means, ask him about it. I'm not sure if continuing to poke at that device is worth your time, but if you have the time…" he makes a vague gesture of 'go ahead.' "Anything else?"

"Thank you Sir, I will," Gloria replies, "I wasn't sure of his current status so thought it prudent to check." She makes a note of the permission, for both tasks, then shakes her head. "No Sir, that is all. I'd like to stick with the project a little longer though if I can, until I feel I can hand it back over to engineering to deal with. It's a bit of a mystery, and I want a proper crack at it."

A faint, wry smile appears on Elias' face, and he gives a nod for Gloria's commitment. "Knock yourself out, Oates." The intel officer rubs at his face for a second, glances to the papers on the table before him, then takes a breath and turns back to the Petty Officer. "Dismissed, then. And good luck."

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