AWD #307: Make It Real
Make It Real
Summary: Epiphany asks Rahab to start putting the pilots through some paces.
Date: 24/04/2016 (OOC Date)
Related Logs: Hitting the Deck Running
Epiphany Rahab 
Ready Room
Capable of seating every member of the wing with space to spare in its stadium organization, the Ready Room has more than two hundred seats and is the largest room on the ship dedicated to single briefings. Sections of desks were manufactured specifically for this and wrap the width of each level of seating, rolling leather seats positioned at even points through each row. The head of the room has a small dais with a podium for the briefer and on the wall behind it are a pair of large LCD screens. The walls have the tenant squadrons' patches painted on individual panels as well as a Kill Board up to the left side of the dais and podium, the Training Board on the other side to log progress.
Wed Nov 09 2005

The Ready Room has become a sort of ad hoc office for the Viper Captain. It gives her space to work and it's easier to review guncam footage, as needed. Epiphany sent some poor Ensign to deliver word to Rahab that soon as he was available, she wanted to see him. And could he maybe bring some coffee. The lights in the hall proper are still kept relatively low, but bright enough to work by. There's a spread of a binder, clipboard, and some loose sheets before the woman who sits on the lower row and flickers of light wash over her. She's got some footage going. War Day, by the looks of the utter chaos on the screen.

Rahab has been overseening the maintenance on his Raptor, making everything is going smoothly and anything he needs fit to his specifications fits properly. Some would call it work, but he wouldn't. It's fun, to a certain degree. Anything to pass the time when he's not writing out an AAR for Ragnar, which is what he was in the midst of doing when he requested. Along with the request for coffee. No harm in that, he supposes and arrives with two disposable cups of them. "Captain?" he says, poking his head in. "You needed something?"

It's not that Arrington has eyes for the man that's just entered the room. She has eyes for that coffee. A look that says 'gimme.' At least by a small measure. There is at least restraint and she doesn't start trying to grab for it. Epiphany, instead, sets down her pen and picks up a remote, pausing the footage. "Yes. Dogmeat, is it?" A weariness sort of settles in her countenance, but she still holds up. "I recall seeing your name in the instructor lists in the past. Different call sign, though." It's idle chatter to give him the chance to fully enter the room. "I have a request for you."

"That's what they call me." Rahab nods. He didn't pick the name, nor an explaination into it's meaning. His goes slightly flat at the mention of an older name. "..yes." he states, setting her cup down. "Ghostrider. But that was before War Day. Feel a lot longer ago than what it really is." Nope, not going into that one either. Though she could probably piece that one together if she looked hard enough at his file. Taking a seat, he sips, inclining his head at her. "Such as?"

"That's why I couldn't quite place it at first. I taught at the flight school on Caprica." Epiphany picks up the coffee and blows lightly over the surface before taking a long drink. Her eyes close as she savors it for a moment before setting it back down. A few of the papers before her are shuffled through before she surfaces with one. "The Colonel has asked me to run a number of simulations relating to large scale battles. Raiders, basestars… Similar to-" she points at the screen at the front of the room. "And don't ask when or why or where because I'm not privy to that." She looks down to the paper before her and jots down a few things. "He specifically mentioned working within timeframes where there will be a limited window to get back to the ship and land. I want these squadrons to start doing some live landing drills. Pilots tend to be reckless in the simulators since it isn't real equipment." She looks up to the other Captain, then. "Think you could handle running them through that?"

"So live fire training." Rahab guesses at. "Give them a certain objective to complete within a certain amount of time." Rahab leans back in his chair. "What you're really telling me is that you want to see how these pilots react with stress. And if the ones that haven't seen combat will as well as the ones who have. Or maybe just to drive the point home that you can't go hotdogging in the real thing as opposed to a simulator. No…element of risk." A smallnote pad is taken from his brast pocket, jotting a couple notes down, giving the occasional glance at the screen. "Doable."

"We're working on some ground drills. I'm just wanting you to focus on landing. The last thing we need is to be taken into combat and have half our birds out of commission after because pilots couldn't handle a tight window to get back to the ship." Epiphany knows well how much both brass and the deck love that. "Make it a challenge. Who can land the quickest. Who catches the wire most accurately. Who comes out with the least damage to their bird. We can put up drinks at Charlie's on a night off." Because who doesn't like knowing their booze is paid for? "The simulators will put them against difficult odds, but I've seen reckless behavior and I'm assuming it's because it's not real. Get some of the more burly deckhands around so the pilots get yelled at the instant they land, if they broke or dented something."

"I can set something up. Call it a time trial or something. Give bragging rights if that's what they're after." Rahab nods. Not really his thing, but that doesn't mean it's not somebody else's. "Can't have grand drinking stories about the 'brave pilots and their well-built simulators'. Maybe ask a couple of your Viper pilots to act as Raiders, taking pot shots at them with simulated weapons. They have so much time to do X objective, and get back. Lower the time the better it is." he describes, eyes on his notepad. "Could probably strike up a deal with the deck, I'm sure they enjoy the idea of having some fresh-faced Ensign to scream at about scraping the paint."

"That's not a bad idea. We can outfit a few birds with the simulated weapons. Make it a team challenge. Teams of Raptors and Vipers in dogfights. They can take turns playing the Raiders, hounding the other team and getting them into the hangar." Epiphany adds a few more notes to one of the sheets. "You likely won't even need to strike much of a deal. I get the opinion deck here savors those opportunities." The woman picks up the coffee, taking another long drink. "Figure out what you need, I can sign off as well if anyone gives you issues, but… The Colonel asked, so I don't see anyone having a fit."

"Well, if you want to give an element of reality, that's one way to do it, short of using actual bullets. There's only so much realism you can have. It won't be the real thing but…it can be close." Rahab nods, writing a couple more things down before tucking the notepad away. "I'll see that it gets set up. Is dotted, Ts crossed, yadda yadda. And well, it'll give them something to do since not everyone can go out on those things." Another nod. "I'll wraggle interest up. The idea of competition and free drinks is usually a sure way to drive people into action."

"We can also get more of them out there. We only have two of each bird in the simulators. If we can get two decent-sized teams, we can get more people practicing at once." Epiphany tilts her head in a nod in turn, adding more to her own notes, then shuffling through for another file. "Talk to the squadron leader for the Ghosts. She may have some ideas, too. We should find people to serve as wing leaders for each team. Cycle them for the matches. See who she thinks would be up to the job."

"Captain St. Claire? I can do that." Rahab nods. "I'll put up a notice about, take volunteers or anyone willing to participate, but I doubt we'll be short on that. Like I said, I have feeling that more than enough people will show up for it or at least one some part to play. Knowing some of our pilots, they'll think it fun." That said, he looks at the screen once more, and then back at Epiphany. "Anything else?"

"Fun is fine. And making it a challenge should incite them to do their damn best. Whatever we can do to have them ready." Epiphany shakes her head at the final question, looking back to the spread before her. A mixture of reports, reviews, and the beginning breakdowns for designing new simulator scenarios. "No, Dogmeat. I think that will be all. Thank you. And if you do run into any trouble and a second Captain's sign-off won't help, just send word up to the Colonel."

Rahab gets up out of his chair at that. "Will do. I'll let you get back to it, then. Enjoy the coffee." he offers, letting her indeed get back to work.

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