AWD #016: Cupcakes, Cylons and Communications
Cupcakes, Cylons, and Communications
Summary: Zachary. Melpomene. Cupcakes. Cylons. Communications. And where do they put that antenna again?
Date: 21/Jan/2013 (OOC Date)
Related Logs: None
Zachary Melpomene 
Naval Enlisted Berthings - Battlestar Orion
Housing a couple thousand naval personnel is never easy, but the fleet has managed for many decades. The enlisted barracks are divided up into sixty-bunk berthings and spread out across Deck Three. Each bunk has a small blue privacy curtain to keep out the light and prying eyes, but at least each individual has their own space. The drawers beneath each bunk and the lockers provide additional storage space. Between each stack of bunks is a single table that comprises a single section, each barracks holding five sections that are divided by thin bulkheads.
24 January 2005

Down in the bunks, Melpomene's taking some time to just lay about and have a rest. It's usually bustling about with folks coming and folks going, so a full-on nap is probably wishful thinking. Instead, she's just lying on her bottom bunk, half-in and half-out of her fatigues paging through a book.

Beware D-CAGs bearing gifts. It's gotten around the ship that if Zachary shows up with baked goods, he has some favor to ask of the person that is receiveing the gift. "Can someone direct me to Petty Officer Kennard's bunk?" he asks as he looks around for his chosen gift to give to.

Nothing makes the enlisted squirm quite as much as an officer down in their lair. Most of them just salute and scurry off before any harm can befall them. Of those who remain, it's not too difficult to find the person you're looking for; the curtain on her bunk is wide open, and she lies back facing the door. A little peek down that row of bunks and he can see her inside.

Especially when said person is one of the top brass of the ship. Coming to Melpomene's bunk, he raps on the metal on the side of it. "Petty Officer? Good evening. I'm Orion Six-Two, or Major Sheperd." Or Pie. He offers her the box. "A little bird told me you like red velvet cupcakes." he says as he waits for her.

"Sounds like that little bird has access to personnel files, sir. I knew it was stupid to put that in my enlistment forms, but they had this line that asked about interests so I wrote it." She gives a little shrug and rolls out of her bed and stands. The shirt of her fatigues is unbuttoned, but still tucked in and dangling from the waist of the fatigue pants, leaving a t-shirt and tanktop underneath.

"Please, I have baking and culinary arts on mine, Petty Officer." Zachary offers with a chuckle as he takes a seat on the bunk across from her. "So, I did look in your file. You're pretty versed in communications. How's your communicatoons history, though? Anything on how they communicated in the first war?"

"Rumor has it they ran copper wire from point to point and tapped out their messages in code. No, but I know whatever history they taught in A-school. Basic old-model wireless tech, the standard stuff on old Cylon tech. I haven't thought on it much in forever. I'm more used to popping panels off of modern Colonial tech and patching stuff together there." Melpomene adopts a somewhat casual tone, and sits back on her bunk to match Zachary.

Zachary offers a little chuckle, at least he can appreciate the attempt at humor as he looks across to the bridge bunny. "So, knowing that - if I could secure a current Cylon and Raider, would you be able to work with Deck and the Engineers not to just figure out how they're talking, but the range how they can do it and how we can disrupt it?" he asks her, getting to the meat of his request.

Melpomene says, "If you can get a current Cylon and Raider, I don't see why it wouldn't be possible. It's a bit of reverse engineering mixed with a dash of common sense, right? They aren't using magic to change the laws of physics. If they are? Man, I'm out. Bye-bye. Out the airlock." She seems fairly confident that with all the pieces in place they could in fact figure it out.

"Good, glad to see you have a good attitude towards it." Zachary says with a nod. "I plan on getting back to Picon as soon as possible. When I do, I'll make sure to bring you back a couple of souvenirs to take a look at." he says, his lips thinning for a moment. "You don't have any other projects pressing your time at the moment, do you?" He doesn't want to step on any toes.

"So far, the only job I've had is to sit at the comms board and monitor traffic between the fleet above Piraeus. No. I don't have any projects right now." She leans back onto her elbows in the bunk as she talks.

"Good, I'll pass it on to your commander then that I am borrowing you for my own selfish purposes. Consider the cupcakes an advanced payment for a job well done." Zachary offers. "Do you have any questions for me?"

Melpomene pushes her bottom lip out and thinks for a second. "Nope, no questions sir. But it's probably a good idea to try and keep the head of the Cylon intact. Seems pretty reasonable to think they have all their brains in there. Of course, it'll be my luck everyone shoots the damn thing in the ass and it turns out they have a parabolic antenna stuffed in there." She pauses and squints. "And that brings up a whole smorgasbord of terrible, awful thoughts as to why the Cylons would pick that location."

"I.. that is not an image I need in my head, Petty Officer." Zachary says stoically, even if he offers her a smile. "I'll get the request in, and let you know what we find. Hopefully we can get you a mostly intact one." he comments to her before he pushes off the bunk to get to his feet. "Thank you for humouring me, Petty Officer. And welcome aboard."

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