WD: Event - Little Red Blip
Little Red Blip
Summary: Those in CIC are the first to experience what is to come.
Date: 5/12/2013 (OOC Date)
Related Logs: Fire Over Caprica, So It Begins
Petra Meridianst 
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

Just another routine day in CIC, which means uneventful. Most of those at their posts are mulling over coffee, going through reports and doing nothing more than watching blank screens. Lieutenant Abbenshire is going through her latest novella, leaning over the DRADIS as she gets into a steamy part, nearly all of her attention on the words before she realizes the blinking red light that had come into view on her display.

The comm officer is the first to notice when the distress signal comes in and a communique. Looking up, he pauses and glances to the Major that has the bridge at current. "Major Petra, we have a signal incoming."

That wakes up Abbenshire and she gazes down quickly, stowing her novel and nodding her head. "Confirmed DRADIS contact on screen, sir." She glances up at the JTACCO before studying the transponder readout she finally gets. "It's the mail Raptor come in from the colonies…it's a couple weeks early." She adds, glancing to the comm officer who is holding the message at the moment, waiting for instructions. Just the mail raptor, most of those at their stations go back to work, or non-work as it were with nothing really to do but monitoring ship systems.

Petra's face is a little pale, another evening of sleep getting interrupted perhaps. Purely out of habit, glancing up at DRADIS when the contact is called out, staaaaring at the little dot until the ident pops on it. He frowns a little and lifts his voice over to the comms officer, "Ask them what the hell is going on? We aren't due for several more days. Clear them in." Hey, after weeks and weeks of NOTHING, even a little odd thing can be interesting.

"Yes sir, of course sir," The comm officer intones and is pulling the communique on his headset. Abbenshire starts to pull her novel back out and opens to the juicy page she abandoned moments before now that the raptor has been indentified. For a moment Ensign Delray looks confused, brows knitting before his hand lifts and presses the speaker of his headset more firmly into his ear. "Sir, slow down, sir. I can't understand you…" There is a brief moment as he remains frozen in his seat and then stirs, looking up and across at the Major and then down again. "Yes, right sir. Yes, sir." Motioning at Petra to pick up up his own headset to listen in. "We have trouble sir." He says directly to the Major.

Petra tears his eyes off of DRADIS to look over at Delray, genuinely frowning now. He reaches for the headset and slides it on over one ear, brow still furrowed as he watches Delray's face. He didn't say the Watch commander was being asked for, so he doesn't say anything, just tries to catch the conversation that's going on. His face probably says the rest as he glances back up to the DRADIS screens, as if that would help. What the hell?

Petra is greeted with a sound of panic and crackling com signal. "…dozens, just dropped right out of space…*zztt…crackle*…destroyed most of Caprica, we got …*zzzt*…*pop*… wounded, injured on board, need to land….*pop crackle* get medical *zztt* …bird is damaged…*pop* *Squeal*.." Delray looks up at the Major locking eyes. "Yes sir, of course, you are cleared to land and you say you need medical, we will have them on standby." He glances to Petra for comfirmation, covering his mic with his hand to speak across the bridge. "Sir, their com system sounds damaged." But the shock of what they are hearing hits when one words comes through. "..Cylons hit the ..*pop zzrt*…"

There's a moment, JUST a moment, when Petra's face might appear a little paler when he hears the word 'Cylon' over the broadcast, and under his breath, the soft whisper, "Oh frak me." But its just a moment. A second later his voice is back to normal, "Warn CAP to be on high alert. Launch the Alert 5 vipers NOW. Get Medical down to the bay to meet them. I want to talk to that pilot five SECONDS after he lands on my deck." He eyes the phone on the CIC pedestal for a second, choosing to wait for a second until he's sure the raptor is going to make it in to land, first

Delray nods his confirmation and utters the commands to the pilot as slowly and clearly as he can, "Sir, yes. We will be waiting for you with medical. Major Petra will be there to greet you. Vipers are being launched to help guide you in, keep her straight." Then he is switching his comm over and going straight to Wing command, "Wing command, this is CIC. You have been ordered to launch Alert 5 Vipers now, we have incoming contact with a cleared colony transponder. They are in distress."

Once more he switches over to the current CAP, "CAP, this is Orion Actual, you are on high alert, incoming colonial raptor, cleared for landing."

Petra listens to the comm chatter for a moment longer before setting the headset down, "Lieutenant Abbenshire, you have the Watch. Call the Admiral and tell him Major Petra said 'its happening' and Im bringing someone to visit him in 10 minutes." He waits long enough to make sure that was acknowledged, before picking up the handset and clearing his throat.

"Yes sir, of course sir." That novel is gone in a flash and Abbenshire looks over to Delray and stands, smoothing her uniform as she steps down to assume command when Petra leaves. Delray patches in to the CO.

[Intercom] Petra says, "All stations, this is the Watch Commander. Set Condition 2 throughout the ship. I repeat, set Condition 2 throughout the ship. Medical team to the Hangar Bay. We have incoming wounded on a Raptor."

<Intercom> Attention! Set Condition Two throughout the ship.

Petra hangs up the handset and looks at Abshire, "If ANYTHING unidentified shows up on DRADIS, Set us to condition 1 and launch the alert 30s immediately, understood?" He doesn't really wait for that, he turns and heads out for the stairwell almost at a run.

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