AWD #014: Guerrilla Tactics
Guerrilla Tactics
Summary: Zach and Petra share coffee and conversation in the CIC.
Date: 20/Jan/2013 (OOC Date)
Related Logs: None
Petra Zachary 
Combat Information Center - Battlestar Orion
The Combat Information Center is the tactical heart of the Orion. This CIC is designed in a circular formation, the 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 as to critical damage reports. Both port and starboard other 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 Marines at all hours of the day and night.
20 January 2005

Its eaaaarly. Just started First Watch, and thankfully quiet, at least for now. Petra is personally leaning back against the wall that the first row of consoles is behind, where the Comms Operator and the JTACCO can essentially look over his shoulder, while he alternates from looking up at DRADIS to watch the last Raptor head off to P, and down to his clipboard. The coffee in his hand is probably the only thing that has him functional this early in the morning…

Zachary was probably up early briefing that same Raptor team as he comes up into the command center. He carries his mug, but apparently he's caved in momentarily to the girlie girls of the squadron and having tea instead of coffee. "Morning, Jay-Taco." he offers to Petra as he looks for a place to set up to lean and watch the planet before. "Another beautiful day on Piraeus. Eden says it should be planting season soon. I'm going to put some pilots on it, the work will keep them busy." Not to mention himself.

Petra rumbles softly at first, taking a large swallow of his coffee before nodding and offering in a low voice, "I like a good snowball fight as much as the next person, but I'm ready to jump into a pool that wasn't lined with concrete and doesn't have water that will freeze my bits off." He flips a couple of pages, then tosses the clipboard onto the pedestal, taking in a deep breath, "Well, that's the last bit of excitement for the next hour." Only then does he actually glance over at Zachary, lifting a brow in amusement, "So what brings you over to my little bundle of neverending excitement?"

"You going polar bear on us, Petra?" Zachary offers in amusement as he leans on the unused console and considers Piraeus before he turns his attention back to Petra. "How much do you remember from what we learned at the Academy about the tactics of the first Cylon war?" he asks curiously.

Petra smirks at the first comment, "Oh nonono. I want it warmer. Used to spend entire summers out at the lake with…" He trails off mid-sentence, a thought occurring to him that requires him to shake his head once to clear it. The second question causes one brow to lift, and have him turn his head to focus on Zachary's face, "My major was Military History, so…most of it, yeah. Even had a wargaming group where we played out some of the battles to go through 'what if's to see what would have happened if a particular task force commander hadn't made the mistakes they did. That sort of thing. Why?"

"I was thiking more of the geurilla tactics." Zachary says as he considers. "One of my concerns for our jumps and recons and rescues is that the Cylons are going to start to figure it out and start trying to triangulate where we are and how to get to us." he comments, looking up towards the night sky. "I do not want to be down here one morning and pop, Cylons coming to look for coffee." he says, and pauses, considering the route he's on.

"Anyway. I ramble." he chuckles. "What I want to do is keep the Cylons from tagging out vehicles. If they see CVW-11 on all of our vehicles every time they see us in action, they're going to know that they're dealing with only one fleet. One carrier wing. I want to change it up." he says. "Start using the markings of other carrier groups. Hell, use the Dreadnought groups, or even the CSAR markings. Maybe even let some of them personalize their birds like they're freelancers that stumbled on an abandoned flight." he suggests. "We'll keep proper comm protocols and such, but from the outside, instead of one carrier wing, we make the Cylons think there is a ton of stragglers and units in standing they haven't touched yet."

Petra purses his lips in thought as he listens, slowly rolling one shoulder as he drops his voice down to something that wont carry quite so well to the people workinb behind them both, "If we're it…Im thinking the marking doesn't matter and you can change it to whatever you want to change it to. We assign flight numbers regardless of the vehicle thats being used, so I don't see why not." He pauses for a second, then adds a little more cryptically, "I've read some of the AARs. It might be better if, at least for now, we dont have our Raptor crews introducing themselves as being from Orion to new folks they run into."

"Agreed." Zachary says with a nod of his head. "I'm passing down the order for the return recon of Picon that we go in without markings and if anyone asks, I'll just tell them that I'm from my old unit, and we're stragglers looking for a fleet to link up with." he comments, scratching at the inside of his hand as he considers the planet below. "I'm also going to make sure that when we ramp up the last recons that are still needed. Hibernia, the deeper dive on Libran - that we also tag any salvage that we might be able to use. I'd love to pack in a pair of backup pilots if we do come across something, but I'm not sure how you feel about that many assets in one bird."

Petra mmms and glances over at DRADIS for a moment, "As long as noone's playing cowboy, having, say, an extra pilot and either an ECO or an avionics engineer to go with might not be a bad plan. Give them a strict limit of 'if you can get a bird running in less than 'x' minutes, grab it'…especially on Picon. It sounds like they might have a few downed birds there. I'd also like to know if they have any pilots that DONT have birds anymore…with the Viper factory running, eventually we'll start running into the problem of repaired birds and noone to fly them."

"You think I'm going to take any cowboys with me to Picon? I'll leave them behind." Zachary sounds half-serious about the idea before he nods. "I'm going to start taking people into the pipe for training. I know that Petty Officer Kelsey is interested, but I want her to get the school training before I throw her at ECO training. I also wanted to see about a personal request I was given by Doctor Ekho." he taps some buttons on the console, and brings up her profile. "She was a pilot until '93, when she decided on the scientist route. Her scores check out, but I want to put her on refresher, and get her back to speed. If you want to bump her back down to Lieutenant, I can talk to her about it, but I don't see any reason we can't leave Mother Hen as a Captain." he's already renamed her callsign.

Petra waves his hand at that, "Personell management, I'll leave to the XO. I don't see any problem with it, myself, but then that's one area I don't sign off on. If she cuts the mustard YOU set, then that's good enough for me. As for Wescott…yeah, I heard she failed out on her first test. She was a little upset about that. Butch and Boyd and I were all in the Fitness Center when she came around looking for a heavy bag to punch on." He offers a wan smile at that, then asks, "If you need anything to get that moving, just let me know and I'll go apply my size 12s to the appropriate butts.

"She zoned out on me when she heard just a little combat chatter. It was a spectacular crash and burn. And no, I don't want you to kick anyone. She needs to want this for herself. She said she was going to seek out Booboo for training, I'll let her make the move. But I'm not going to hand hold her. I have enough of that going on." Zachary says with a thinning of his lips. "Have we heard from Papa or Mama Bear if I can take the precious cargo to Picon to gift to a Basestar?"

Petra smiles a little, "Well, I meant in general, not just in Wescott's case, but I agree with you there." At the last question, he shakes his head, "Handed the sitrep report to both of them myself yesturday and even called your plan out as something I recommended. Haven't heard a peep from them…though the Commander…" he trails off, pursing his lips for a moment before adding, "She didn't take the news of her colony's destruction so well. Came in with her arm in a brace the day before, same time as we got a report that someone had broken the statue of Ares in the chapel. Not thinking those are coincidences. So might be better to lean on the old man instead for the moment."

Those thinned lips turn into a full frown at the report about Gillian. "Roger that." he says with a sigh as he considers the planet and brings down Ekho's profile. "I'm waiting for Sava to finish updating the sims, but I'm going to make sure the Vipers get started on the Predator cross-training. Same with the Raptors. We're on finite numbers with them, and I don't want a pilot sitting around thinking that they're useless. Anything else I need to think on?"

Petra sighs softly and thinks, staring at the center pedestal for a few moments, "No. I mean, it sounds like you have everything covered. Im hoping that the military asset scouting and your asteroid belt checking will come up with some good news, but you heard my announcement…we have to act right now as if we're it and everyone else in Fleet is gone. I think you're good for now."

"Yeah, I've gotten some grumbling on that, but nothing I can't deal with. We can't go throwing assets that we don't have a lot of into the meat grinder. Not until we can have some targets of opprotunity to help shore us up." Zachary says as he releases that frown he has. "Everyone wants to punch a Cylon in the face, but it's my job to make sure they stay focused."

Petra nods slightly, "I'd like to go back to Picon and Aerilon guns blazing, swoop in and grab all the salvage we can and any folks that want to leave as we can, but I don't know that we can pull that off without some pretty heavy losses. Now, if we could find those battleships…" He smiles for a moment, almost looking wistful, "…we could really tear up some basestars with those."

"That's the only reason I'm agreeing to return to Picon is because I want to see if I can track down a solid lead on where the Baxter Bay went running off to." Zachary admits with a shake of his head. "I'm having to put a cap on all of these personal 'can you check to see if so or so still stands' requests I get. I don't have the fuel or time to go to see if someone's pet puppy got fed before the bombs fell."

Petra grunts softly, "Yeahp. Don't blame you for that. People get upset and start losing track of how we have a job to do first, and that we have to put personal concerns after that, even if they are very very GOOD personal concerns. We SHOULD have on the back burner a plan on how we can liberate everyone in that internment camp on Leonis. I dont think that's something we want to try to pull off right now, but once we have the people and equipment to pull it off relatively safely? There's no reason to let those folks languish any longer than we need to."

"It's the same issue I'm having to deal with with the people wanting to run 'real missions' instead of the stuff that's currently on the docket." Zachary says. "It's my hope that if we can secure a transport and take it over without incident, we can get the prisoners off, and load it up with Marines and sneak it into Leonis before the Cylons know we're there." Three moves ahead. He seems to be thinking on the grander scale.

Petra murmurs, "Here's to hoping our recent Marine CO stays on he case long enough to see that plan come to fruition. Hate having to weed through the ranks to find new contacts." He pauses and straightens up enough that he can reach over and pick his clipboard back up, "Once Jameson gets back to me on the sitrep, I'm sure we'll have a specific game plan he wants followed."

"We go through Marine COs like we go through CAGs, Colonel." Zachary seems amused for a moment as he shakes his head. "Hopefully, we'll all be let in on the game plane. It's a waiting game at the moment, and I'm running low on things to keep my command busy."

Petra sucks on a tooth for a second and nods, "Well, we were all waiting on the recons to finish so we'd know what we had. NOw…we do. There won't be any more waiting after this. And hopefully after the scouting runs, we'll have more to be busy with."

"Well, mostly complete. There's still a few pieces I need to get tagged in to make sure the picture's complete." Zachary says. "I'll talk to deck about the birds. I know the Chief don't like anyone touching his pretty ponies when we don't have to." he comments as he lets out a breath. "Anyway, I'm going to grab some chow unless there's anything else?"

Petra chuckles softly at that and nods, "Lets not piss off the Deck Chief, or none of us are going to get anywhere fast. Fair enough. Im here for another few hours, so let me know if something comes up." He glances down at the clipboard again, as if to remind himself how long before he needs to REALLY be watching DRADIS again.

"Don't stare at it too long, Marcus. You'll end up going cross-eyed." Zachary says as he makes his way out. "Have a good shift. I'm going to hit the sims and run the nuclear targeting again. See if I can find a way where the basestar doesn't plow into the planet."

Petra winces a little and nods, "Yeah, that would turn a good moment into a horrified one. Good plan." He slowly smiles and takes in a deep breath, watching th Major go for a moment, before glancing over at the JTACCO, "We have more coffee?"

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