AWD #392: Comms "Expert"
Comms "Expert"
Summary: Gloria needs a JTAC or WIRELO. She gets Dreyer.
Date: 18/07/2016 (OOC Date)
Related Logs: Passing the Buck
Dreyer Gloria 
Combat Information Center
The Combat Information Center is the tactical heart of the ship. This CIC is designed in a circular formation, the original 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 relating to critical damage reports. Both port and starboard 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 armed Marines at all hours of the day and night.
Thu Feb 02 2006 (AWD #392)

Gloria has been busy of late. On top of her usual shifts in CIC she's now working on three separate projects for various people, can thinks are just having to be fitted in where they can be. As such, she's in the middle of passing paperwork back and forth between the brass on watch and those squirreled away in the map room when she passes a marine she got friendly with on Saturnella and begs a favour. She could really do with a quick word with anyone who knows about marine communications systems and would they be a dear and go send someone up. Yes, it's urgent, brass are breathing down her neck urgent.

Urgent it may be, but it's Anton Dreyer that Gloria gets. Sort of how it works. JTACs and fully certified WIRELOs are in higher demand. But the man has been studying, training, and just spent a month leading faces fresh out of Crandall's boot program through recon drills… while being tested on his own skills. It make him a 'good enough' option when things are tight. Stepping through the halls and offices of CIC out of full uniform is a bit awkward for the man, but at least he's not fully off-duty. Nope. It's cammies, at the very least. Likely he was nabbed just coming off of something or another, for the Sergeant looks a touch weary.

Ultimately, he's pointed in the appropriate direction to Gloria and it's a sort of falling back on his heels once he's nearby. "Oates?" Given a cursory description, likely. "I heard there was some need for someone with comms?"

Gloria glances over her shoulder as she hears her name, eyes the marine a moment as if trying to place him then nods once, "yes Sergeant?" Then, two and two get put together in rapid succession and she asks, "oh, are you my comms expert? Good. We've got what appears to be a colonial SCAMP system that needs checking out before the brass burst a vein." Then, almost as an afterthought, "you're cleared for EVA yes?"

There's a slight twitch at the corner of Dreyer's mouth at the word 'expert.' He sort of lingers on his heels and shoves hands into pockets. "I wouldn't say expert, but I'm getting certifications and the brass have seen fit to assign me duty." So he's at least not total rubbish. "Cleared for EVA and I'm cleared on SCAMP systems. As for working on one that may be malfunctioning-" head tilt left, right. "We'll say in theory. I haven't yet had to actually do one live." His expression slips into a bit of a grin. "I'll do my best, but I don't want there to be any misunderstanding. I've been cross-training into comms for the past few months, but JTACs and WIRELO being in relative short supply-" He shrugs.

Gloria gives Dreyer a considering eye as he lists his training level, then obviously decides that he'll do as she continues to brief him. "We're not specifically looking for any malfunctions," she starts, "it's more that it was found in a place it wasn't expected and we want to find out what it's been sending and receiving, and where. It's currently in quarantine on Iron Pilgrim, hence the need for EVA. Oh, and engineering aren't one hundred percent sure it isn't a trap. Although they inform me that they've done everything short of powering it on to check."

There's a slow arch of brow. "Ah. So checking what it's been coded to. That I can do. I was afraid it was a matter of getting one of ours up and running again." Which might be another reason for uncertainty overall. Why would they have had one that required EVA?! Dreyer relaxes somewhat, shoulders slackening. Hands do not come out of pockets, however. Hey, he's enjoying downtime and not getting fussed at for the location of his hands. "Well. Then." The man sucks on his teeth briefly before shrugging. "It certainly seems to be in my wheelhouse. I think I can get it done for you."

"Thank you.." Gloria peers at his pins a moment "Sergeant..?" she never did get his name, and that might be useful in the near future. "Since we have a push from above to get this investigated I'll liaise with the wing and your CO to get us a raptor over there when they can spare you. In all honesty I'm hoping for it to be unused, not set up, and basically fresh off the production line, but the brains of our operations suspect there might be more to it than that. I will let you know when we have a time allocated though, and we can get to work."

"Dreyer. Anton Dreyer." If only he had a suit and a martini in hand, it might be charming. The MP does give a sort of upnod. "I don't have any ops in the near future that I'm aware of, so scheduling my time shouldn't be terribly difficult for you." One hand escapes pocket and is run through hair that ought to be given a trim soon. "Anything else, or shall I just await the call to a Raptor?"

"PO3 Oates," Gloria replies, just incase he's managed to forget, "or Gloria. And no, there is nothing else pertinent at this point. I will probably be able to give you a fuller background to it's discovery on the way over, but I'm not actually sure what level it's classified at so will need to check. It doesn't affect the task in hand though, or our objections, just the reasoning behind them. If you have any queries though then do let me know, and I'll try and get this sorted for as soon as possible."

Woo! Classified work! Just what every marine wants to hear. At least Dreyer's jacket shows he's been cleared for it in the past. Like, the entire Piraeus project when he was posted there a full year prior to the war. The MP gives another nod and shifts back, shoulders turning as he prepares to depart. "Sounds like a plan. No questions here. Just tell me the when and where." And unless stalled, he's off. Time to flee the domain of the brass, back to safer places.

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