AWD #535: Dead Before You Screw Up
Dead Before You Screw Up
Summary: One Ensign assesses anothers chances. Everything is cheerful.
Date: 08/12/2016
Related Logs: None
Niko Gloria 
Flight Simulators - Deck 2 - Battlestar Orion
The Air Wing has access to flight simulators to train pilots off the ground in combat maneuvers and situations that are hard to replicate with regular dogfight practicing and this is their home. A rectangular room, the hatch opens up beside the bank of computers that control the simulations and what is seen by the individuals when training sessions are in progress. The sims are actual cockpits cut out of old frames and installed here to function exactly as the real thing, right down to oxygen plugs for suits. In front of each cockpit, complete with armored glass, are LCD screens that cover most of the front view to the front and above. There are two Vipers, two Predators, and one full-cabin Raptor available.
AWD #535

Even with a major invasion impending, the Sims aren't seeing a lot of use, due to the recent eighty percent loss rate among the pilots and the few available trainees. But there is at least one Ensign here today, as Niko arrives and heads for the control console to check for an available pod. The kid looks to be eighteen at best, but he is in full flight gear, complete with a Lucky Strikes patch and pilot's wings. And the callsign "PONY" is stencilled across the front of the helmet he's carrying.

Gloria is still very much at the 'everything feels wrong' stage of her transition to the wing. Being called Sir is wrong, waking up in the squadron berthing’s is wrong, not being up in CIC all the time is wrong. Everything is basically terrible. With a bit of time free she's ensconced herself up in the sims and while she might not be in a position to use them herself yet, she can watch others, and go through old tapes, and bug the hell out of the techs. Right now she's on option two and is sat watching a camera display from a pod as if she were a hawk. Notes are made on what the ECO is doing when, she'd even got a small print out of a console layout so she can double check what it is they're doing. Some might call it keen, but mostly it's just the nerves of desperately wanting to not frak up.

Niko catches sight of the new face at the consoles and blinks. The only new faces he's seen lately are the Nines, and they all look identical. The kid hesitates, then changes course and comes over to see what Gloria is up to, watching silently over her shoulder. ECO stuff? He can't help much there, but the expression on the woman's face seems all too familiar. "Relax," he jokes, "You'll probably get killed before you can screw up, you know?"

Gloria blinks once as she hears the voice behind her, but doesn't startle. Reaching forwards to pause the playback he sets her notes down in front of her then turns to identify the newcomer. His voice is a little different than over the comm as she's usually heard it, but that helmet is a dead give-away. "Pony," she greets, then filters it through her mental pilots list and comes up with Ensign Janik, Lucky Strikes." Satisfied that she has that sorted at least she flicks a glance back to the screen and nods, "yeah, probably. Usually it's other people who die if I frak up mind, it's oddly liberating to think it'll be one raptor rather than the entire fleet."

"That'd be me," Niko answers to the callsign with an easy-going grin. The young pilot's spirits seem to be holding up reasonably well at least. Then he cocks his head at Gloria's comment, looking a bit puzzled. "The entire fleet?" He checks her rank pins, just to be sure. "What, do they have Ensigns running things now?"

Gloria smiles back faintly at that question, "oh Lords of Kobol no, they wouldn't give something like that to an Ensign, that sort of thing rests firmly in the hands of the Petty Officers." Figuring it's only fair to introduce herself at this point she offers a hand across, "Gloria Oates, formerly of CIC." Then, to explain her remark, "I jumped the fleet into Twin Rocks. We've spoken a few times on the com when you've been out on CAP."

He's confused until Gloria introduces herself, then Niko laughs. He shifts his helmet to his left hand so he can reach out and shake. "Oh yeah … you do sound like one of the Actuals, now that you mention it. Didn't get to see the jump, you know? I was trying to pre-flight one of the Rhinos." Then he looks at the program she had running. "So you going for ECO now?"

"It was a damn fine jump," Gloria notes, "one of my best. Didn't reckon I could ever top it so figured I needed a change of scene." Yeah, she's joking at at least some of that. "Yeah though, trying to. I can do DRADIS and ECM okay for capital ships, but I've no idea at all on flying and gunnery. Major St Clair is going to put with one of the experienced raptor pilots to try and get me up to speed quickly, but I don't know how long it's going to take."

Niko laughs, getting the joke. Then shakes his head about Gloria's lot as an ECO. "You sure about that? I mean, there's not much going for bus drivers these days." An opinion he follows with a shrug. "Just hope you don't get stuck with Knickers. She's crazier than most of them."

"Well," Gloria starts with a faint smile, "I'm not going to call the Major a lair, so I can only go on what she told me." Pushing the notes together and to one side she stands and tucks them under her arm. "Knickers, formerly Squire. Lieutenant Wescott." Yep, still got it. "I know her reputation for bring her birds back damaged," or not at all, "but I've worked with her on a project to try and counter the cylon's SAM sites and she seemed okay then. Even flew out to Picon with her and I've still got all my limbs." A glance to the clock confirms her earlier suspicion and she excuses herself, "sorry, but I've got to go convince medical I can do this. I guess I'll be seeing you around though."

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