AWD #421: Elena's First Sim
Elena's First Sim
Summary: Alejandro takes Elena through her first sim. Buchanan gets called away and Bennett slips in to watch.
Date: 16/08/2016 (OOC Date)
Related Logs: None
Alejandro Elena Buchanan Bennett 
Flight Simulators, Battlestar Orion, Deck 2
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.
Fri Mar 03 17:28:30 2006

Alejandro has arrived and at this hour junior pilots who are not otherwise engaged in CAP or other more pressing duties are to report to the flight simulators to log their weekly hours. The Captain is himself dressed in his flight suit and sets his helmet down on the consule. Hobo has a clipboard and takes a seat at the simultion consule to pull up the program he's input for tonight's practice. His dark hair is a bit tossled but nothing like it will be by the time they are finished. His tanks and tags are visable through the unzipped portion of his suit as he brings up the program and preps while he awaits the others to arrive.

Elena jogs into the room. "Sir," she says, nodding, when she skids to a halt. The ensign has pulled a flight suit, her red hair pulled back into a respectable bun. She holds herself tall, maybe a little too stiffly, but the kid is trying, she really is. Probably trying too hard.

Salazar's fingers tap away at the keyboard and he inputs some parameter before his dark eyes flick up to see Elena come in. "At ease, grab a seat. We'll get started in a moment. Heron, isn't it?" Alejandro takes a second to remember her arrival in the hangar bay and how they were all acting a little goofy for a change. Hobo smiles a little at that before his Scorpian-Canceron mixed tenor adds, "Raptor pilot, right? Has Captain St. Clair had you run any sims yet?"

Buchanan enters at a more sedate walk, about a minute behind the younger Ensign. She too is clad in a flight suit and is holding a helmet in one hand. Her dark hair is pulled back into a tidy braid and her uniform is well squared away. Her dark eyes give a slow scan of the room, taking in the redhead, and then the Captain. She finally pulls herself to attention, waiting silently for the Captain to acknowledge her, her expression - as usual - is completely nuetral.

"Raptor pilot, yes sir," Heron replies, nodding vigorously. "No, sir, I haven't had the chance to run any sims yet." The young ensign speaks quickly and eagerly, hands fidgeting behind her back.

Buchanan gets an upnod, "Plant your butt in a seat, Buchanan. I'll be a minute." Alejandro's fingers keep tapping away to make selections and set up the program once he's made a few minor tweaks to it. He waits for Elena's reply as he does so. The Captain makes a glance towards the training board to see if Elena's name has been posted but that's in the Ready Room, not in here. Right. As she's not in his squadron he may not yet be appraised of her flight status or training. "St. Clair clear you for combat flights or are you a nugget slated only for sims until she clears you? You have any combat experience?"

Buchanan silently does as she's told and slips into a seat, as far away from the pair as is feasible. She actually seems to relax slightly, even. Her hands rest loosely in her lap and her lids drop slightly over her eyes, though she still watches the room, the exits, studies both the Captain and the other Ensign, all with that cool, expressionless look on her face.

"No experience flying combat, sir. My only combat experience is on the ground," Heron replies, moistening her lips nevously. The girl is wiry and full of nervous energy, but she manages to keep herself relatively still and presentable.

Heron's reply gets a raised brow out of Alejandro. "None what so ever? You ever … actually fly a Raptor yet, Ensign? Or a Predator?" He's not looking very happy about that piece of information, "Where the hell did you come from anyway? I don't have your file." Yep, Buchanan's already been through this. Hobo looks at her, "If you want to, go hop into a viper cockpick and start your preflight, Buchanan. You'll fly my wing." The sims are actual cockpit frames from vipers, preds or raptors and all mocked up to seal and preassurize their suits, rock around hard to mimic combat movements, and complete consules for pre-flight checks and simulated launch sequences.

Buchanan does as she's told with her customary silence. Pushing slowly to her feet and making her way to her designated Viper frame. She takes a moment to settle her helmet and check her uniform over before climbing into the craft and starting her preflight checks. This might be a simulation, but rules are rules. And she does have a tendency to follow them.

Elena starts to lower her gaze, embarassed, but forces herself to keep her gaze up. "I've flown a Raptor, sir. A few times. Three, I think. I'm from Picon. Most of my flight experience is from commercial flight school. I had about three months before Warday." She knows how bad this sounds, but she delivers the information as levelly as she can muster. She glances over to watch Buchanan as she starts preflight.

Elena gets a nod. He decides to keep it a simple sim tonight though damn, it would be better if he had either an ECO or Butch herself here for Elena. But Alejandro can pull almost anything out of his ass if he has to and well, he's managed to stay alive this long and become a senior pilot. So anything is possible. That, or the Gods have a sick sense of humor, "All right."

Hobo finishes the program and having toned it down, he sets it to upload. He gets up and snags his own helmet and then looks at them both, "Soon, very soon both of you /are/ going to see combat. Commander Spree's people on Aerilon are pinned down by heavy AA Battery and SAM fire and we are going to have to go in and kick some wild weasel ass to give them some relief. So, it's my job to do my best to try and not let you nuggets get your asses killed on your first live fire missions. Got it? Bucky here, she's at least flown a little, sims and under fire so tonight we'll set you up and see how you do, Heron. We'll be your cover as you go in to bomb an AA Battery. Grab your helmet and do your preflight, Ensign. Just … pretend you have an ECO. I've set it up to think you have one." Will Elena wet her flight suit tonight? Very possibly.

One last look at 'Bucky' as he slips into his own viper airframe, "I expect verbal acknowledgement so I know you heard and comply, Buchanan. Don't make me rip your head off over the wireless. I'll make it hurt."

[Into the Wireless] Elena says, "Test"

[Into the Wireless] Buchanan says, "Test"

"Yes, sir." Buchanan's response is prompt. She doesn't even visibly react to being called 'Bucky.' Well, aside from a brief flash of fury in her dark eyes. But even that gets damped out quickly. She continues her preflight in silence, having given the required verbal acknowledgement of orders.

[Into the Wireless] Alejandro says, "Flight, Hobo, I copy Heron, Buchanan. Over."

"Yes, sir." Heron says, ducking into the Raptor simulator. She takes a deep breath and begins her preflight. Under her breath, she sings a little made-up song that sounds like, 'Ima-gin-ary ECO, ima-gin-ary ECO, tanks, canopy, seat motor go, ima-gin-ary ECO…'

Bennett arrives from the Air Wing Corridors.

As they are now in the sims and going through their preflight checks, Alejandro acknowledges their radio coms checks himself as he goes through his as well. But before they can really get going and launch out of the tubes to start the simulation, the ship's coms on Deck 2 sound the piped warning tone, then calls, "Ensign Buchanan to medical. Ensign Buchanan to medical, Deck 3, Sickbay." Hobo unseals his helmet and pops his dark haired head out, "Athena's tits. That'll be your Physical, Buchanan. I'll catch up with you later." Grumble.

Salazar waits for her to unseal and unstrap, complying verbally and heading out. She's stoic, that one. Alejandro watches her back as she leaves and he frowns, then sticks his helmet back on to finish his preflight. Shit happens.

A moment later he hits the launch key and his airframe cockpit simulates his launching from the Orion after clearance is given. "Heron, I'll form up on you." As soon as she launches, she is given a spectacular view of a mock of Aerilon spreading out below them like a giant multi-hued and magnifiscent marble that doesn't look that much different from Picon.

Bennett likes to drop in unannounced on aircrew being put through their paces in the simulators, and today is no exception. She rarely joins in; loitering near the hatch, half zipped into her flight suit with a smoke trapped between two fingers and her hair looped into a messy bun seems to be about as close to on duty and working hard as she plans on getting for the next half hour or so. The departing Buchanan gets a brief glance, but the majority of her attention is on the prep work being done by the squadron commander and junior pilot currently up at bat.

Double check everything, engine spooled up to two greens, tac/nav active… and launch. Heron grins in spite of herself at the beautiful simulated view. "Damn, it's pretty," she says, without thinking.

Alejandro flips on his simulated wireless, "Flight, Hobo. Now as this is a sim and we don't have nearly enough for a real life scenero, we'll wing it. Call your imaginary ECO anything you like. Preface your radio chatter with 'Flight or Hobo, then your callsign or last name so we know always whom you are addressing and who is addressing us." A pause so that can be digested before he drops into simulation character, "Flight, Hobo. Let's head in on the coordinates given. Simple run. You head for the AA Battery which is going to try to blow us out of the sky. For you, this is a bombing practice run. For me I'll be trying to keep a Raider, or possibly more than one Raider, from also trying to kill you. If you understand, reply that you Copy, Over."

Meanwhile the view is breath taking. Her imaginary ECO is a hologram backsitter who calls out, "Distant contacts on DRADIS. Mission coordinates input and displayed on HUD." Elena is good to go to drop into atmosphere and begin her run in. Alejandro takes up a position off of her wing to provide cover.

<FS3> Elena rolls Piloting: Failure.

"Hobo, Heron. I copy. Dropping into atmo, over." Okay. Okay. Easy… easy… just like Squire said, a little extra power, and…. Oh. Oh no. Oh no no no no no no no no no no. She's coming in way too hot. Way, way too hot.

Alejandro is right there off of her wing and the far more manuverable viper has no problem staying there even when she starts going in too fast. A Raptor is like a brick with short stubby wings that are almost more like fins. Not very elegant. Calmly he says, "Heron, Hobo. Calm, cool, collected. Ease up on the throttle, lift your nose a little and feather your flaps. You'll be fine. Take it slower. This is only practice, Over." So maybe the making the poor girl piss her flight suit part needs to wait until after the hand holding parts - but Elena may settle in and surprise him yet.

<FS3> Alejandro rolls Piloting: Good Success.

The viper smoothly eases back to keep the distance safe if she should slow abruptly, Hobo making sure to stay off to the side as well. He's calm and relaxed but also paying attention to what she's doing.

<FS3> Elena rolls Piloting: Success.

Cool. Collected. What's the first rule of being a pilot? Don't bang marines? No. Be cool. Be cool. Heron takes a deep breath through her nose and manages to get the bird under control. There we go. Just like that. "Hobo, Heron. I'm good. All good. Sorry. Over."

"Flight, Hobo. You are doing just fine. Take her on down and set up your attack run. Over." As she descends down through atmosphere, her imaginary ECO starts calling out contacts on DRADIS and putting up minimal data to her HUD - nothing more than what Elena needs to focus on. She's going to be in charge of bombs this run but her imaginary ECO will be working the Electronic Countermeasures to try and jam the AA Battery's targeting systems. His baritone is chipper and up beat with no particular accent. Almost as soon as she sees the upcoming target, nestled in the foothills by an air strip, than her ECO sings out, "Raider on DRADIS, incoming." He reads off the coordinates over the wireless for Hobo to double check.

Alejandro sings out, "Raptor-5978I, Hobo. I'm on it. Keep your eye on that AA Battery and watch out for missles! Good luck, Over!"

"Flight, Heron, I've got it, over." Heron takes deep, controlled breaths and flies in for the bombing run. Just so. Imaginary ECO, now dubbed Steve, actually seems to have a calming effect on her. This is what she's used to. She can do this. "Bombs away," she says to herself. And to Steve.

The viper that was on her wing peels off to go after that Raider that is incoming like a hot bullet. Alejandro however is about to have his hands a lot more full than he expects as the AA Battery lights up to life and starts working firing control - and at the same time ECO Stevie Wonder is working his magic to try and log jam that baby and keep it from blowing Elena and himself up! That means the missile it fires might go anywhere - but it's coming!

<COMBAT> EXPLOSION! Right Next To Viper-7252r - Critical wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Viper-7252r - ARMOR on Right Wing stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Viper-7252r - NEAR MISS!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Viper-7252r - Critical wound to Cockpit.

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Viper-7252r - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Viper-7252r - ARMOR on Nose stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Viper-7252r - ARMOR on Controls stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Viper-7252r - ARMOR on Left Wing stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Viper-7252r - ARMOR on Left Wing stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Viper-7252r - ARMOR on Right Wing stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Viper-7252r - ARMOR on Tail stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Viper-7252r - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Viper-7252r - ARMOR on Left Wing stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Viper-7252r - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Viper-7252r - Critical wound to Weapon.

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Viper-7252r - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Viper-7252r - Serious wound to Weapon.

<COMBAT> EXPLOSION! Right Next To Aa Battery-9029u - Critical wound to Body.

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Aa Battery-9029u - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Aa Battery-9029u - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Aa Battery-9029u - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Aa Battery-9029u - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Aa Battery-9029u - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Aa Battery-9029u - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Aa Battery-9029u - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Aa Battery-9029u - NEAR MISS!

<COMBAT> Eco tries to suppress but doesn't have enough ammo.

<COMBAT> Toaster2 attacks Alejandro with KEW - Serious wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Alejandro attacks Toaster2 with KEW and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Viper-7252r has been KO'd!

<COMBAT> Alejandro has been KO'd!

<COMBAT> Alejandro spends a luck point to keep fighting!

Bombs away, indeed, and Heron's bomb hits home, complete with a very, very satisfying explosion. "Now that's teamwork, Steve!" she accidentally sends over the radio. She banks and turns, coming in for another run.

All hell starts to break loose. The AA Battery is firing, ECO Stevie starts sweating in the backseat and muttering to himself in what sounds like love talk with a bed partner, and Elena is dimly aware of Captain Salazar peeling away, "Flight, Hobo! Weapons hot!" As if, yanno, there were other vipers on this run, as there would be if it were real, but there aren't. He's in it alone with Heron this run.

Electronics are singing and she closes the distance. The viper and the Raider are firing away madly, heating things up as they get into it and then the missile comes in. NOT for the Raptor, but for the viper and narrowly misses the Raider! The explosion may not even be seen, but Elena's ECO sings out, "SAM! Hobo's hit!" He cranes his head around trying to see, then looks back at his DRADIS to see if they've lost their protector. And then she's let her bombs go!

Alejandro has turned his viper sharply, going after the Raider. That's his focus, to keep it off of Elena so she can do her bombing run. Hobo starts firing but even before he gets close to the Raider, an explosion rocks his airframe hard and almost tossse him OUT of the simulator cockpit! It's a good thing he's strappbed in! Smoke and sparks fly up into his helmeted face, his sim screen gives him static for a second, and he can't see shit, "FRAK!" That isn't over the radio. He pulls hard at the stick and it's very sluggish and jolting but it's not dead. Not yet. Salazar's screen clears and fritzes but he can see he's still flying and Betty is Bitching her alarms all over his consule. Hobo slaps the mute on the alarms and the lights don't go out but the din drops volume. "Flight, Hobo! I'm hit bad. SAM Got me and so did the Raider. Keep on that AA Battery and kill it, Heron. Orion's counting on you. Do what I can, Over."

Elena looks around and sees Salazar's limping Viper. "Hobo, Heron. Copy. I got this. Stay safe. Over." Her tone and affect have flattened and cooled. She's found her zone and she's focused entirely on the task at hand. Picon command apparently /did/ send her up to Orion for a reason.

Smoke is pouring out of the back of Hobo's very battered viper. But he throttles it up as best he can and keeps harrying that Raider to try and keep it occupied. While he can't do anything to help the Raptor with the AA Battery, he can at least /try/ to keep the Raider distracted.

<COMBAT> EXPLOSION! Very Far From Raptor-5978i - Light wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> EXPLOSION! Pretty Close To Aa Battery-9029u - Critical wound to Body.

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Aa Battery-9029u - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Aa Battery-9029u - ARMOR on Weapon stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Aa Battery-9029u - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Aa Battery-9029u - ARMOR on Controls stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Aa Battery-9029u - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Eco tries to suppress but doesn't have enough ammo.

<COMBAT> Toaster2 attacks Elena with KEW and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Aa Battery-9029u has been KO'd!

<COMBAT> Toaster1 has been KO'd!

<FS3> Elena rolls Piloting: Good Success.

Another run, another bomb… and the AA battery goes kaboom. "YEAH! EAT IT!" Ellie sings out, bouncing a little in the simulator seat. "Hobo, Heron, we got this." Her tone this time is warmed by a grin.

Alejandro is quite unable to get up enough speed to engage the Raider and it slips away from him. It comes around to harry the Raptor anyway, firing at it but missing. The Surface to Air Missile tries for the Raptor but explodes off to the side, possibly interfered with by the ECO or the Raider's own exhaust heat. Meanwhile the viper struggles to maintain flight control and keeps after that Raider, trying to cut it off and run across it's nose as it comes back around.

"Heron, Hobo! Outstanding! Head back to Barn. I repeat, back to Barn. I'll try to keep this Raider off of you - spool up and make a micro jump back. I'll catch up." If he possibly can, Alejandro will do everything within his power to keep that Raider from slipping him again until Elena is clear.

<COMBAT> Alejandro attacks Toaster2 with KEW - Moderate wound to Cockpit.

<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Toaster2 - Critical wound to Head.

<COMBAT> Eco tries to suppress but doesn't have enough ammo.

<COMBAT> Toaster2 attacks Alejandro with KEW and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Toaster2 has been KO'd!

<FS3> Elena rolls Piloting: Good Success.

<FS3> Alejandro rolls Piloting-4: Good Success.

"Hobo, Heron. I copy. Heading back to Barn. Over." Elena starts breathing normally, spooling up her FTL for the hop back to the sim-Orion. "Now I just gotta land it," she mumbles to herself. "Just you and me, Steve. Apologies in advance if I kill your virtual ass on landing." She comes in, follows the lights… and she lands. Pretty well, if she does say so herself.

Even though it's only a simulation, the combat sim has nonetheless gotten Alejandro sweating. He /has/ been in real combat, many times now and he's actually been shot down more than once, in the past. His body has scars from the broken bones and the burns up his right leg to prove it, not to mention other colorful things in his Cylon afflicted past. So, with his own measure of PTSD, he's sweating in his flight suit even knowing it's not real. He can't help it, but the Captain keeps his cool nonetheless and concentrates on doing his own job. His KEW starts yammering as he fires away and he says under his breath, "Come on, baby. You can do it." And with determination, he is able to hit that Raider just /right/ and blow the mother frakker into debris! "WHOO HOOO!" He gives a shout and sees Elena is away. But it's not over yet, not for him.

The next couple of minutes of the sim, Salazar makes himself put himself through his paces. He could remove his helmet and cut the simulation but it is being logged. Major Arrington or anyone else can review it later. So Hobo focuses down hard and tries his best to bring in his trashed viper for the carrier landing on the simulated Orion. Heron way ahead of him had a neat, tidy landing but Ale comes in … kind of crooked, a bit tooo fast and … and if there were actual living and breathing Deckies, they'd be sweating too! But somehow, by the love of the Gods, Hobo manages to bring that beat up viper in as neat and tidy a landing as if you'd ordered a martini.

When it's done, Alejandro cracks his canopy and let it rise as the sim dies down. He pops the seal on his helmet, pulls it off his sweaty dark hair and sucks in a slow breath. "I want a drink."

Elena unseals her helmet and pulls it off. "Gods, I needed to scratch my nose the second I put the damned thing on," she mutters, scratching said nose. She gets up and walks over to Alejandro's Viper. "You deserve a drink. Nice flying."

Bennett is still lurking and observing. She's nursed her smoke into a stubby little thing that barely fits between her thumb and forefinger, but damn it, good cloves are hard to come by these days. "Nice work, Hobo," she offers mildly from her perch by the door. "Taking my baby bird for a spin?" Blue eyes flick to Elena with a hint of a smile.

The Captain sucks in a breath, lets it out, and then extracts himself from the viper frame, "You did well, Ensign. Got a little hot there for me but you kept your head and followed orders." He cracks a smile at the nose itching and all else, but then hears Bennett whom he didn't know was lurking. Surprised, he looks from her to Elena, then back again, "Eh, yeah. Buchanan got called away. Logging some sim time with the nuggets, Butch. Figured they could use it." Alejandro pauses to look a little wistfully at Benny's cigarette and sets his helmet down, "You heard? Arrington tell you about Spree's people being pinned down on Aerilon by SAMs and the AA Batteries?"

Elena grins. "Thank you, sir," she says brightly. Her face is red from adrenaline and she takes a few deep breaths to try and settle down. She turns quickly when she hears Bennett's voice. "Captain St. Clair! Sir. I didn't know you were there, sir," the ensign blurts out sheepishly.

Bennett raises a brow slightly, though her placid expression doesn't once waver. "Not yet," she confides, pulling once more from her smoke before stubbing it out on a spot of bulkhead wall. "I will find out soon enough though, I'm sure. Is there any wing action planned that you are aware of?" Elena gets a quick grin. It's not like she announced her presence.

"Not off hand, Butch. I spoke with the Major so I know she's working on planning something to help Spree. I asked her to loop you and me in on it. We might be able to come up with some suggestions. Rhinos still aren't available yet." Damn it. Alejandro picks up his helmet and his clipboard, then ejects the log tape for the sim session and shuts it down, "You are dismissed, Ensign. Unless Captain St. Clair wants you for anything. We're done here and I'll go turn in the log for review." With that, Hobo will head on out.

Elena nods. "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir." She didn't wet her flight suit — that's a plus — but she's still eager to get out of it. She gathers her helmet under her arm and turns to leave.

Bennett shakes her head 'no'; she's probably got work of some kind to do, herself. "Come and find me after your shift," she tells Elena, and then she too is headed out.

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