PWD #21: Interesting Half Lives
Interesting Half-Lives
Summary: Bennett and Petra have a chat in the Map Room about Bennett's recent radioactive discovery.
Date: 15/12/2012 (OOC Date)
Related Logs: None
Petra Bennett 
Map Room — Deck 2 — Battlestar Orion
Dominating the room is the large bottom-lit map table in the very center. Ten feet across and eight feet the other way, the table can gather a large number of people around it while still accommodating enlisted and support personnel in the small riser seating behind the table. The risers are done in single-piece desk sections that run the width of the seating area and have small reporting displays built into them along with communications ports for headphones. At the head of the room are two very large LED displays that can have almost anything put on them, including projections of what is on the map table. A single computer at the support seating controls this and in the rear of the room is a large, locked case that holds maps and table models.
December 15, 2004 (PWD #21)

So it might be late in the 'day' as it were, and technically, Petras shift in CIC has been over by a good hour, but that hasn't stopped him from wandering down the hall to the map room, and be leaning over the survey charts of P's system that are currently called up on the map table. He's got the room to himself, has the lights down to half, and seems to have a small pad he's taking notes on. Not that it looks like he's studying real intently, however. More like half lost in thought while he scribbles an occassional note.

The low light and distraction of those fascinating survey charts may or may not hamper Petra's noticing that he has a visitor. A visitor who makes a moderate effort not to come stomping in and wake up anyone who may be dozing off over their paperwork. So, she steps in quietly, pauses, and announces in a clear voice, "Sir." Flight suit half-unzipped, dark hair caught up in a messy bun that still bears the remnants of helmet head; she's probably fresh off her raptor.

Its really not until she says 'sir' that it dawns on him, causing Petra to snap his head up and blink in a bit of surprise. He takes another second to process who it is in the lighting, then finally relaxes, "Oh. Apologies, Captain. If you need the room to work on something, I'm just indulging an idle obsession." There's perhaps a second of pause as he glances over her general state of being, then one eyebrow raises, "Looks like you just got BACK from duty, however. Is there something I can help with?"

Bennett waves her hand dismissively and steps closer to the map table Petra's hunkered over. "No need to apologise, sir. In fact, I was rather trying to track you down." A good-natured grin spreads across her lips, and as she comes to a halt, with one hip leaned against the table, it's evident she's toting something: it's pretty clearly a portable hard drive. Standard on the raptors, for sensitive mission data storage. "My report is on your desk and the Admiral's, so I won't waste your time with the boring details, but.. I was wondering whether we could pull in some resources to help analyse this." She slides the box onto the table, fingertips resting atop it and lent a faint glow by the soft blue lighting. Incidentally, she wears nail polish. Perhaps not strictly within regs. "That is, if Ensign Vashti and I have permission to pursue this. What she's found so far has been rather.. enlightening, sir."

Petra's attention gravitates to the hard drive when Bennett places it on the table, his own notes forgotten for the moment while he steps closer to look it over, "This was the incident with the ground apparently irradiated? I read over it quickly before I left tactical." His hnd touches the corner of the metal case while he considers, "Absolutely you can. We should be able to find an Engineer and a Scientist or three that will likely salivate over the chance to look closer at this…" As his voice trails off, his gaze rises back up to her face, glancing over her hair before he asks, "You weren't around it long enough to make it a mandatory radiation decontamination, were you?"

Perhaps catching the glance to her hair, and interpreting its meaning, the captain shakes her head firmly. "No, sir. I even had all of us quarantined on landing and checked out by a medic. We're clear." Blue eyes pause on the man for a beat, then shift back to the hard drive. "As I mentioned in my report, I think a return trip or two may be wise. If you agree, sir." A ghost of a smile haunts the corners of her mouth, and though her tone is more matter-of-fact than in less formal gatherings, there's little of the clipped edge that many officers take with one another. "This is.. I think this is something pretty big." Her fingernails are drummed against the metal casing. "Literally and figuratively."

Petra nods slowly in approval of the response about everyone already being checked for radiation exposure, his gaze falling back to the hard drive with a thoughtful look, "I would agree. The scientist you retrieved on this trip, are they going to be assisting you, or do we need to locate another geologist type to help you out?" Another pause, and he adds, "Tell me what you need to make this happen. Major Wisdom will have to authorize the return trips, but make a well-founded case and he'll do the right thing. If for some reason he denies them, let me know and I can probably help make your case more compelling."

"She will, I hope, be involved. Yes." Bennett nods her assent and understanding again. "The CAG has a copy of my report. I hope to speak with him about it as soon as I can. I think the more of CIDSR we can get involved, the better, sir. This sort of thing.. isn't my forte." The admission is made plainly, and with a slightly self-deprecating smile. "I'm just not sure how closed-lipped you want us to be about this."

Petra shakes his head slightly and finally removes his hand from the drive casing, "I don't think there's any need to keep this some sort of secret. Look at it this way - if we've found a vein of naturally occurring radioactive material, we may have solved an energy problem. If it's NOT natural…well, first, Im wondering how the hell the intial surveys missed it, but second, it begs the question of who or what put it there. Nothing wrong with a little mystery making people talk and wonder. Besides…" He grins for a moment, "Just because radioactive material isn't your strong point doesn't mean you cant run with the project. That's what the scientist egg heads are for, right?"

"Agreed, sir," Bennett answers softly, her expression making it pretty clear that this was the answer she'd hoped for. Well, on the first point, anyway. Chuckling at his last comment, she collects the hard drive and takes a step back from the map table. Tall she might be, and taller in her flight gear, but she still has to look up at the JTACCO. "I'll run with whatever I'm asked to run with, sir. Or not, as the case may be. And I'm happy to coordinate things where possible; I just felt you should know that I'm by no means the brains behind any of this." She raps her nails against the drive casing again, grinning.

The grin lingers for a little longer at the comment about being the brains of the operation, "Captain…if the Navy required you to be an expert in everything you were in charge of, we'd never get out of drydock. You think the Admiral is an expert on half of the things the Orion does? Don't worry about it. Trust what the scientists tell you and have them break it down into a level that makes sense for you. Then when you file your report, either summarize or attach the scientific review. No need to worry about it."

Bennett flushes slightly with colour when Petra offers his 'reprimand', the tips of her ears and her neck reddening, and causing the freckles to stand out more starkly. "Yes, sir," she answers, clearing her throat quietly. "Is there anything else?"

Petra starts to say something else at the visible reaction, then stops himself, then after a moments pause, starts again in a lower voice, "All I'm saying is, you kicked enough ass to catch this assignment in the first place. Do your thing, and just tell me when you run into a speedbump you need a bigger hammer to deal with. Fair enough?" He straightens up a little at that, linking his hands behind his back, though he doesn't QUITE conceal the faint amusement at her blush.

Bennett does not stand at attention, though there's certainly no slouch in sight as the senior officer speaks to her now — or throughout the conversation, really. "Understood, sir," she answers softly. Probably quite aware that her ears are still red. "I should let you get back to your.." Blue eyes flicker sidelong to the map table and its hazy glow. "..paperwork. Thank you." Pause. "For being candid with me." She smiles finally, lopsided. "I'll have a report on your desk with our findings as soon as we've got something concrete."

Petra chuckles softly, a deep rumbling sound under his breath, while he bows his head in acknowledgement, "Your interruption was very welcome, Captain St. Clair. I will look forward to hearing from you. On what you discover." There was that faint little pause, but once he finishes, he half turns to reach out for his notes, probably done for the evening, himself.

Bennett hesitates a moment as well, on the tail end of a breath that seems might have become words. Instead she merely dips her head in a nod, turns smoothly, and strides for the door with the hard drive under one arm. The bun she'd twisted her hair so neatly into when she started her shift has all but degraded into a floppy ponytail draped across one shoulder. Pausing at the door briefly, she offers a quiet "good night, sir" before slipping out as quietly as she'd entered.

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