AWD #303: Making Do
Making Do
Summary: Epiphany puts some of the pilots through their paces in the simulators, working with less than ideal circumstances.
Date: 04/20/2016
Related Logs: None.
Epiphany Kincaid Kelsey Laine Petra Rourke Ygraine 
Flight Simulators
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.
AWD #303

The three individuals have been slated for Simulator time. For some it may replace being on call, for others it may cut into Rec time. Can't win 'em all. Two recent arrivals to Orion and one who might as well be called a veteran. Two Ensigns, one a Lieutenant. Don't get their places confused. Upon arrival to the Simulator room, they'll find the primary console in the bank is already up and waiting input. There's a scenario pre-loaded and beyond, in the simulators themselves, there's a pair of Raptors and a Viper ready to go. Captain Arrington has even had a beverage cart brought in… if one considers a coffee pot and a couple mugs a beverage cart. She does. The woman is in her blues, though the jacket has been unbuttoned a bit.

"Go get situated. Your order will come in once you're settled in." And with that, she'll settle into a chair and wait the kids to jostle for the 'best' sim… Except only Kelsey knows which one that is.

"Simulators? God be praised, honest to goodness simulator. Damn, Goose, you're going all out for us." Rourke says casually as he tucks his helmet into place as he makes his way over to the machines. "I figured you were going to throw us into the machines and tell us to figure it out." Of course, Goose may be slightly used to this by now, after all, Rourke served at Crandall in a Raptor that was more spit and bondo that Colonial plate.

Picking one of the machines, he settles in and starts running it through the boot process. "Posh, sir." he offers with a little smirk. "It even has a cup holder for your coffee."

When Kelsey arrives? Well, the other two pilots see a girl that barely looks 20 or 21. There is no swagger, but her face is serious. There's a very very subtle limp to her left leg and the look in her eyes is that of someone who has been there and back a lot. The biggest telltale is that the gun strapped to her chest rig is loaded. Empty guns don't flop as heavily. She's in her whole sealed flightsuit and carrying a green helmet bag in her left hand. When she arrives, she just glances to the coffee cart, then back to the Captain. Ensign Wescott looks to the other two and does a quick once over with her eyes. She's judging. But there's a lack of ready Predators. "No ECO's? Copy." There's a pause as she looks over the birds, then back. "I assume the Lieutenant has flight lead, Captain?" She looks ready to move off once she has her answer.

Whistling. Honest to gods, Laine is whistling to himself as he strides into the simulators, looking much to pleased with being summoned here, dressed in his flightsuit with his helmet tucked under his arm. Probably getting off watch duty to come play around on the sims. Not that he'd admit it was play, that'd get him chewed out faster that you could say his rather apropriate callsign. He cuts of the jolly tune as he strides through the door, even if his lips still stay curved into a crooked smile. "Sir." At least the greeting is crisp and proper as he first speaks to the captain. He looks over the other two present, his grin remaining for Rourke, but a slight pursing of his lips as he looks over to the fellow ensign. Whatever thoughts are passing behind those blue eyes are kept to himself, for now.

Either Kincaid is fashionably late or no one invited him to the party. Given that he tends to be quiet and alone a lot, it's likely that no one invited him. "Sirs?" The question is directed at Epiphany and Rourke as the two of them seem to grab his attention. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize anything was going on here." His voice is soft and there's more than a hint of Aerilon there. His gaze happens to drift longingly towards one of the Predators. Who knows, maybe the guy comes in here from time to time to dream about blowing stuff up.

"ECOs weren't cleared from their schedule. Next time." Maybe the Captain is purposefully ignoring the second question? Because for a moment, it seems like her coffee is more important. Maybe she's just giving the pilots time to find their place. Kincaid is pointed, absently, to one of the vipers. But then those pale eyes flit upward to regard the waiting Ensign. "Squire, in spite of her impatience, is PIC."

As soon as it's clear the three pilots are situated, their headsets crackle to life. "A marine group on the ground has put in a call for a medevac. Unfortunately, there's heavy anti-air on the ground." There's a pause and the clear sound of someone taking a sip of a drink comes through. Epiphany's voice comes easy. Not quite bored, but almost. "Squire and Shaft are to take them out. Chewtoy and Salesman are running support, as Raiders have been seen patrolling the region and are thought to be due back around any moment."

The screens on the simulators flicker and come to life even as the controls lose their slack state and the pilots are pulled right into mid-flight. It's a plains region that butts right up to some thinned woods. DRADIS reports the locations of the four AA structures lined up along the tree line; each spaced just so that even a well-placed bomb is unlikely to get two. The Raiders do not show on the radar yet.

<FS3> Kelsey rolls Piloting: Great Success.

<FS3> Rourke rolls Piloting: Good Success.

<FS3> Laine rolls Piloting: Great Success.

<FS3> Kincaid rolls Piloting: Success.

Kelsey just waits for the answer. Her blue eyes are fixed on the Captain. When she's provided command, there's some surprise. She nods a little sideways. "Copy, sir." The girl turns and moves. A hand is held up, "I'm Squire." She aims a finger at the Viper pits. "Echo One, Echo Two." Looking to the other Raptor jockey, she points to another Raptor. "Take that one. Mine has a programming problem with altitude I know to compensate for." Squire moves to her Raptor and climbs in, shutting the hatch behind her. Helmet out of bag, she seals it and plugs in as she sits down. Strapping in, she listens and starts the run-up procedures. Check armaments. Bombs and guns? Perfect. She's settled in as the scenario starts.

Her voice comes over the radio, "Echo Lead, Strike Lead. Step up out of the range of the flak, please. Stage at Angels Three-zero, over." Head up to 30,000 feet and hang out for the moment. "Strike Two, spread it out. I'll punch the first hole. Follow me in and hit the next target, pass ahead of my bombs to strike yours, over." Take a station out to her right and when she hits hers, turn towards her to strike the next. Kelsey flips off the Master Arm. "We are weapons free." Kelsey seems to know what she's doing in the air. Or has at least done this before. "Strike Two, you are primary on Medevac. Play it safe."

Dropped into midflight, Rourke has to grab the stick and give it a good shake. "Tighter than my ex-wife's…" he cuts off his radio so that the rest of it isn't heard over the comms before he takes on a more pleasant military attitude, "Copy that, Squire. Shaft is five by five on following your six." he says as he settles into position. "I'll look for your smoke to target on, Strike One, Strike Two going higher." he says as he punches up the command and brings his targetting computers on line. "Will make medevac when the path is cleared."

<COMBAT> EXPLOSION! Close To Raptor-4059c - Moderate wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-4059c - ARMOR on Left Wing stops the attack!

<COMBAT> EXPLOSION! Pretty Close To Raptor-4059c - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-4059c - ARMOR on Right Wing stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-4059c - ARMOR on Engine stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-4059c - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!

<COMBAT> EXPLOSION! Right Next To Raptor-2379w - Critical wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-2379w - ARMOR on Right Wing stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-2379w - ARMOR on Cabin stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-2379w - ARMOR on Left Wing stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-2379w - ARMOR on Cabin stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-2379w - ARMOR on Cabin stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-2379w - Moderate wound to ECM.

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-2379w - Moderate wound to ECM.


<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-2379w - ARMOR on Cabin stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-2379w - Critical wound to Cockpit.

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-2379w - ARMOR on Controls stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-2379w - ARMOR on Cabin stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-2379w - Critical wound to Cockpit.

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-2379w - Critical wound to Cockpit.

<COMBAT> EXPLOSION! Pretty Close To Aa Battery-8886v - Critical wound to Body.

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Aa Battery-8886v - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Aa Battery-8886v - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Aa Battery-8886v - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!

<COMBAT> EXPLOSION! Right Next To Viper-0751p - Critical wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Viper-0751p - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!


<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Viper-0751p - ARMOR on Controls stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Viper-0751p - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Viper-0751p - ARMOR on Controls stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Viper-0751p - ARMOR on Nose stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Viper-0751p - ARMOR on Left Wing stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Viper-0751p - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Viper-0751p - ARMOR on Left Wing stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Viper-0751p - ARMOR on Engine stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Viper-0751p - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Viper-0751p - ARMOR on Right Wing stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Viper-0751p - ARMOR on Nose stops the attack!

<COMBAT> EXPLOSION! Far From Aa Battery-3186v - Critical wound to Body.

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Aa Battery-3186v - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Raptor-2379w has been KO'd!

<COMBAT> Kelsey has been KO'd!

<COMBAT> Viper-0751p has been KO'd!

<COMBAT> Laine has been KO'd!

<COMBAT> Raptor-4059c has been KO'd!

<COMBAT> Rourke has been KO'd!

<COMBAT> Aa Battery-3186v has been KO'd!

<COMBAT> Sam1 has been KO'd!

<COMBAT> Aa Battery-8886v has been KO'd!

<COMBAT> Sam2 has been KO'd!

Laine looks over his shoulder as Kincaide enters. "Sir." There's a small sigh as he decides to head over to the Viper designated Echo 2, fine letting Kincaid take the lead on this one. Settling down in the cockpit, he eases his helmet on and gets himself hooked up. Maybe he's just used to Goose's particular style, as once the simulator drops him in midflight, he's got his stick in hand and control established in a blink. "Copy, Squire. Chewtoy moving into position."

"Sir." Kincaid nods and slips into the empty viper, spending a few moments to get settled in, making sure that he's properly strapped in and no part of the simulator is going to cause any problems for him. A quick recheck of everything and satisfied, he radios in. "This is Salesman…" God, he really hated that callsign. "I'm five by five, let's hope for clear skies free of bandits." For now that's about the most that'll come out of his mouth until stuff hits the fan. Then everything quite literally hits the fan and he clicks on his radio. "That was unexpected."

Kelsey see's the threat warning on her display as three missiles rise up for Rourke. She jinks her Raptor across the guidance path of one and hauls hard away, dropping chaff and flares. The Raptor is rolled out and she comes back down on her target. The missile explodes 100 yards behind her, knocking her a bit. She shakes her head and lines up the pipper on her HUD. Two. One. "Bombs gone." Clunk. They drop free and she throttles up, pulling away. Her bombs fall across the target and blow up the SAM site. She comes around high and looks for her next target. "I'm in on the next." There's a moment before she calls, "Status?" She forgot to ask. Not perfect, nope.

At the outset, the comms remain silent from the other end. They can't even see Epiphany in the booth. The woman is just managing things…

…within, however, almost as soon as the smoke has cleared, they get a blip on radar. It's distant, but it's there. The comms crackle in, "Strike, bandits less than five out." Meaning they need to get things cleared quick so the medevac can drop in.

"This is Echo 1. Ya'll look like you walked right into a Charlie Foxtrot." Kincaid is honestly amused by what just happened. In his years flying he'd never seen a simulation go from 1 to 100 on the no fun meter so fast for so many at once. Hopefully that wasn't some sign of things to come for future missions. "Echo 2, get behind me, I'll try to at least draw fire off of you if I can."

"Frak, frak, frak, frak." At least Laine's radio is off as he goes into his endless, teeth-grinding cursing rant. He yanks the stick to the side, trying to peel off from the AA fire, spreading flack behind him. Too little, too late. No direct hits, but the explosions as the missles detonate tear his bird apart. It's only by sheer luck that he manages to fly free of the flames and is still aloft. "I'm being held together by kitten farts." Whatver the hell that's supposed to mean.

"Welcome to Missile City.." Rourke starts to say, and then as Kelsey jukes into the path of the missiles, the pilot's hand grips on the controls. If this wasn't a simulator, he'd say nothing because they'd both be hurting, but in this case, the Lieutenant snaps, "What type of showboating stunt was that, Squire? You're the lead, not the Sponge." Careful, it could be the birth of a new callsign. He lets out a sigh, and smacks the side of the helmet. "Call out your damages, folks. I'm holding it together, targetting left SAM."

<COMBAT> EXPLOSION! Right Next To Aa Battery-3886v - Critical wound to Body.

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Aa Battery-3886v - ARMOR on Weapon stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Aa Battery-3886v - NEAR MISS!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Aa Battery-3886v - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Aa Battery-3886v - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Aa Battery-3886v - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Aa Battery-3886v - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Aa Battery-3886v - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Aa Battery-3886v - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Aa Battery-3886v - ARMOR on Controls stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Aa Battery-3886v - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Aa Battery-3886v - ARMOR on Weapon stops the attack!

<COMBAT> EXPLOSION! Far From Viper-0751p - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Viper-0751p - ARMOR on Nose stops the attack!

<COMBAT> EXPLOSION! Far From Aa Battery-1086v - Critical wound to Body.

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Aa Battery-1086v - ARMOR on Weapon stops the attack!

<COMBAT> EXPLOSION! Very Far From Viper-2166q - Light wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Viper-2166q has been KO'd!

<COMBAT> Kincaid has been KO'd!

<COMBAT> Aa Battery-1086v has been KO'd!

<COMBAT> Sam3 has been KO'd!

<COMBAT> Aa Battery-3886v has been KO'd!

<COMBAT> Sam4 has been KO'd!

"Stay on task, Lieutenant," Squire calls on the radio. Meanwhile her Raptor is steadily falling apart. She's trying to manage turning in on her bomb run. A warning blares in her cockpit, Fire Left. She shuts down the engine and reaches above to pull a few circuit breakers out. Within the sim they can all see her Raptor smoking as it waggles in towards the target. Grinding her teeth, she drops her hand to the throttle and pulls up just above the treetops. Two. One. She pickles the bombs and the flaps pop off the bombs, slowing them as she shoves the single engine up. Her afterburner lights and she stomps on the left rudder to compensate. The bombs fall right across the SAM and take it out. It explodes behind her as she pulls up, going high. "Strike Two! Get in there and get the Marines! I'm holding together." She isn't, but she's going to fake it until she makes it. "Echo, engage!"

And right on schedule, the Raiders aren't just a blip on the edge of DRADIS. They're screaming in towards the small wing and the men on the ground awaiting evac. There's a flare visible, just a handful of yards into the trees. The Raiders come in high and split off to either side; intent on harrying the human force.

Releasing his second bomb rack, Rourke scowls, but for the moment, he's not saying anything, but Epiphany probably knows he's fuming as he snaps into the radio, "Making the Medvac run now, Ensign. Keep the skies clear over me, Vipers." he says as he starts to throw the controls, swinging the Raptor around as he moves towards the ground and keeps at a hover as he drops the backdoor. "Load up!" he calls out to the evacuation team as he holds the hover with the engines roaring in preparation for a hot evacuation.

"Copy that, Strike One. Moving in to engage." Laine knows he's going to have to play it smart here. A direct confrontation is probably going to tear his bird apart. There's more cursing, once more sans radio, as he sees the raptor moving in towards the raiders. He doesn't have time to worry about it, not yet. He moves in towards the other raider, his muttered cursing giving way to a quick prayer.

"Echo One hit, took minimal damage but seems to be some system malfunctions here." Kincaid glances at all of the doohickeys, trying to determine what went wrong that getting hit with what amounts to some minor shrapnel caused the problems. Not seeing anything that he can immediately pinpoint, he gets focuses on the simulation again. "Copy that, Echo One engaging now." Kincaid maneuvers his craft so he can line up a proper attack run and then punches it, behaving rather aggressively.

<COMBAT> Kincaid attacks Raid1 with KEW - Moderate wound to Body.

<COMBAT> Laine attacks Raid2 with KEW and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Raid2 attacks Laine with KEW - Light wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Raid1 attacks Kelsey with KEW and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Viper-0751p has been KO'd!

<COMBAT> Laine has been KO'd!

<COMBAT> Raider-7042u has been KO'd!

<COMBAT> Raid1 has been KO'd!

Squire is busy as hell. Her Raptor was coming apart. She resets two breakers and punches them back up into the overhead console. Meanwhile her right hand jinks hard and draws the Raider away from the medevac zone. She dives low and the fire extinguisher fires in her other engine. The smoke quits after a few moments and comes back alive. "HAHA!!!" she laughs inside her sim, pulling around a low hill. The afterburner on her second engine lights and the girl banks harder through the turn. "Strike One, in action. Two! Stay on mission! We got this." The engines inside her ship roar and she pulls back, rapidly climbing.

And down he goes. Laine moves in to engage, and there's only one quick exchange of KEW fire. And then it's over. What little is left holding his viper together is torn away in the brief dog fight, turning his simulation off. He lets out a loud, "FRAK!" That might be heard outside of his cockpit, even without the aid of a radio. He just throws up his arms and slumps in his seat, arms dropping to lay across his chest as he waits for the rest of the simulation to end.

Kincaid opens fire on the Raider, his shots hitting their mark and blasting the thing into bits. "First target down, coming around to clean things up. Sit tight Echo 2." His slows down his momentum a little in order to turn his Viper to line up a second attack run. "That's it Strike One, line 'em up for me good and tight like that, I'll take care of that little problem for you."

"Squire, I am on task. Loading continuing. Half mark to load." Glancing to his DRADIS, Rourke frowns. "Chewtoy is down. Look for chute, mark position for SERE." he reports, staying sharp on his task and following the combat to a letter as he glances behind him. "Keep moving!" he yells, mocking the loading of wounded onto his Raptor.

<COMBAT> Kincaid attacks Raid2 with KEW and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Raid2 attacks Kelsey with KEW - Light wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Raptor-2379w has been KO'd!

<COMBAT> Kelsey has been KO'd!

The evac zone is clear, due to the interference run by Kelsey. The Raider is distracted enough that Shaft should be able to get loaded up, into the air, and on his merry way. Provided his ship can hold together. The Raider? Seems to think Kincaid is its biggest problem and has come sharply around to bring the Viper into its sights.

"Frak." Kincaid mutters to himself, watching his shots go wide and seeing Strike One get hit. Not good. Not good at all. "Let's have a go, you an' me." He sees the Raider line up on him. He's quite alright with that, a dogfight would be rather fun. "Strike Two, this is Echo One, engaging the last Raider now, I'll try to keep 'em bottled up a bit longer."

As soon as the last set of boots is on (and the timer on his sim says it's been two minutes), Rourke seals up the Raptor. "Mark Strike One's position. Echo One, we're bugging out." he orders, lifting off the ground as the door closes, and he's already throttling up to move the Raptor along, sticking close to the ground to try to baffle the Raiders by hugging the nap of the ground.

Squire can only handle so much with a bird held together with a prayer. She jukes and jinks against the incoming fire as the Raider shoots. But at this point, even a glancing blow is killer. The round blows off her right engine nacelle. When it does, it impacts the tail and the whole thing becomes unstable. With full afterburner in the left engine, the craft goes into a spin. "Strike One is going down east of the LZ!" The stress in her voice is real. She treats it like the real thing. There's enough there to indicate she's had to do this before. "Two-Three-Seven-Nine, eject eject eject!" Kels suddenly sits back in the chair and anyone looking into her pit can see the woman tense and put her head back. She actually pulls on the inert tabs and sighs.

<COMBAT> Raid2 attacks Kincaid with KEW - Moderate wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Kincaid attacks Raid2 with KEW - Light wound to Weapon.

<COMBAT> Viper-2166q has been KO'd!

<COMBAT> Kincaid has been KO'd!

<COMBAT> Raider-9142u has been KO'd!

<COMBAT> Raid2 has been KO'd!

One squad of Marines rescued. One Raptor, Two Vipers chewed to pieces. And one Raptor limping at full speed from the battle. "Command, Strike Two. Strike One, Echo Flight, all destroyed. Requesting SERE at checkpoint Bravo Lima, Grid Five-Four. Returning to base with wounded, fifteen mikes out. Over." With that, Rourke shoves the engines into full afterburn and gradually lifts from the nap level to stay above the treeline and make his way back to base, the lone survivor of the combat action.

Kincaid opens fire at the same time the Raider opens fire on him. He watches his shot hit true just as his Viper rocks from getting hit. Oh well, if he had to go in order to take the last one out, worth it. Kept the other Raptor free to take care of business. "Echo One, I'm down but the other Raider is down too, you have clear skies." He doesn't seem particularly concerned about having his Viper getting taken out.

As soon as the final Raider goes down, the simulators darken and shut down. With, perhaps, a bit of extra rumble and shake just for Kincaid's behalf. The readouts do name the mission a success, but the comms from the computer bank are quiet for a period of time. The Captain is letting the four pilots process things. Or maybe she's just getting another cup of coffee. When the radio does come on, it broadcasts to the simulator room. Just in case anyone's removed their helmets. "Squire, mission report."

Once the four do trickle in to the other room, they'll find that there are four mugs laid out and the coffee pot has been refilled. There's even a few granola bars, just in case. Epiphany is leaning back in her chair, waiting, mug in hand.

Frak. Squire takes off her helmet and runs her gloved fingers over the sweaty hair. It only helps a little. Squire, report. She takes her time crawling out of the Raptor and slowly walks back towards the consoles. "Sir." She holds the helmet under her arms but doesn't even look a modicum of attention. "Mission was a success to rescue the Marines. We lost two Vipers and a Raptor, sir. We got the Marines out. I should have ordered both Vipers out further for cover, outside the SAM envelope." There's no reach for coffee, she just looks at Pip. "Other than that? It's what I would expect for SAMs that thick." A pause. "Sir."

Coming off of her CAP, Yggy heard deckside that there were new faces on board to be added to the Air Wing's roster, and that many of them would be taking up space in the sims. Stealing time for a quick shower, after changing she heads for the testing space. Ygraine ducks inside as she's finished plaiting the second of her braided pigtails and tying it off, sidling up to the monitors to check the status of the sim. She does not interrupt.

Petra really does have horrible timing, or does he? Maybe a few minutes after the simulators shut off and the pilots are trailing back to their coffee, an un-winged set of blues ducks their way through the hatch, closing it behind him. The bald and tattoo'ed head cranes around, letting his eyes adjust in the dim, before starting his way towarts the gathering room, intentionally slowing to trail in after the last pilot and pause at the hatch to lean on the doorframe, folding his arms over his chest in an effort to listen and not interrupt.

Lulling his head back in the simulator, Rourke moves to reset all simulator switches to their standby positions for the next pilot before removing his helmet. Coming out of the simulator, he offers a quick salute, if a little casual for his time on Picon before grabbing one of the coffee mugs to fill and snags a granola bar to shove in his pocket for later. Still used to rationing.

Laine walks into the room as he pulls his helmet off his head. And guess what, still smiling, even if he was just hypothetically blown to pieces. "That wa.." He chokes off whatever he was about to say, which was ramping up to be something vaguely, innappropriately cheerful, at least until he sees the figurative black cloud looming in the room. Instead he offers a crisp salute, which is broken rather quickly to get his hands on a cup of coffee, which he starts to curse like the cup contains liquid gold.

Two of the four are known to Epiphany. One her student for a period of time and another a fellow stick on Crandall until being given the papers to transfer to Orion. It's the other two that she's focusing on. The Captain takes a sip of her coffee, pale eyes solidly on Squire as the Ensign delivers her report. "Correct. With intel of Raiders on the way, the Vipers could have taken up a greater perimeter and still done their job." There is less admonishment and more lecture in her tone. No one's getting a dressing down out of this. It's fairly clear, especially with the reports currently showing on a few screens, that this was more evaluation than anything else. Why else have an Ensign as PIC?

There's a cool arch of brow for Laine's near-outburst, but Arrington instead gestures to the other unknown. Kincaid. "Salesman, what would you have done?"

Kelsey see's a familiar figure enter and she glances over. Doubletake to be sure. She vaguely smiles over at Petra, and then gives an upnod to Ygraine. Looking back to the Captain, she looks impassively at the woman. There's nothing to say for the moment.

Following the others into the other room, Kincaid takes his mug of coffee and begins to work on it while listening to Kelsey's report. When called on, he gives a slight frown, and considers. "Can't really second guess Squire, sir, she's right about maybe having the Vipers move out a little further. We might have been able to intercept those two Raiders a little quicker if we had. I think we were also hindered by a lack of countermeasures too, but all in all the mission was a success."

Ygraine looks about and over her shoulder to notice those that are emerging from Sim pods. Rourke and Laine both get a toe-to-tip regard, brows flicking slightly and the only indicator of an opinion forming until she notes that upnod and returns it. It's not so much that she ignores the superior officiers in the room, but well, one is busy, and the other seems to be gong out of his way to be innocuous.

Petra eyes Kelsey and for a moment, maybe a half second, there might have been a touch of amusement or familiarity that touches his face, but then just as fast, it's gone, and the Ensign is instead offered the slightest of nods. Yggy steps in and the man murmurs softly, "Evening, 'Shake," before falling quiet again and letting his attention gravitate back to the Captain. Clearly he's paying attention to what she's telling the rest of the pilots, and how they are absorbing and reacting to it.

It's when some eyes and attentions drift that Epiphany notes the new arrivals. Unfamiliar faces, but it's easy to pick up on certain things. Rank, for one. The only outward adjustment, however, is that the Captain sits up a measure straighter. Petra's staying unobtrusive, so she won't interrupt the debriefing for a round of salutes. A long sip of coffee is taken as Kincaid speaks and she dips her head slightly. "Real world scenario, the Raptors would have had an ECO apiece, but as I mentioned earlier- I wasn't able to get clearance for sim time for any of them. I'm not holding that against any of you." There's a moment of consideration, nail-bitten fingernail tapping against the side of the mug. It's after she processes that she looks to Rourke. "I understand the stress of the situation, but the four of you are a team. Your PIC will make mistakes sometimes. Calling them out on it in the middle of combat hurts teamwork. Afterward? Speak to them or their CO, certainly. We are always improving. But in the middle of things, I expect you to keep it professional." Beat, a look to the others. Maybe Laine, specifically. "That goes for all of you. Get the swearing out of your system. Be angry. But don't take it out on each other."

Laine might seem thuroughly preoccupied with his coffee. Afterall, that was a bit of a luxury for a while there, and even now it's a hard habit to break. But his eyes never leave the captain. He's paying attention, but when her gaze falls on him specifically he straightens up, eyes flicking away for just a moment. It's not the first time he's heard that comment from the captain, and likely it won't be the last. "Yes, sir." At least he doesn't sound petulant about it, in fact he sounds aware of that particular flaw. His intent to adjust it though reamins to be seen.

Rourke gives a grunt. "Reading you five by five, sir." Despite Epiphany giving the green light to get it out of his system, he doesn't. Instead he settles down and curls his hand around the mug to draw from it. Better to get it out in the simulators instead of in the skies, apparently.

"Evenin' sir." It sounds more like ''suh'' than sir. Two words out of her mouth and a smart man could peg Ygraine for a Leonese farmgirl and be one hundred percent correct. The words are softly directed toward Petra, along with a freckle faced grin for the man before going back to the sim readouts. There's no disrespect intended toward Epiphany; Ygraine is not about to interrupt her while she's working.

Petra rumblegrunts softly at the sentiment being expressed to the other pilots, sounding vaguely like agreement? He sucks lightly on a canine while he continues to listen, like a student walking in on a lecture late, though now his attention has started to drift, studying each of the pilot's faces, especially the ones he doesn't recognize. Which is, well, most of them.

Kelsey listens but her eyes fall away. Three dead aircraft and a bunch of Marines rescued. She has her own judgments. There's a glance to the others as they acknowledge the Captain and Squire gives a quick nod. "Yessir. Wish we had some ECO's. That's a different pyramid game, sir." She turns and then starts to put her helmet back into the bag. Not dismissed yet. She gives an apologetic look. She's been at the controls for two Raptors destroyed - even if one wasn't her fault. The other definitely was despite netting the intel on the Sabers. Looking over to Yggy, she ventures, "Would have been survivable with an ECO to jam. Flew the best I could, Shakes."

If there's any ire or disrespect felt from the newly arrived peanut gallery, Epiphany doesn't show it. She just continues on with the four pilots before her. There's a nod for the reactions from the group. "Tell you what, Squire. Once I can get a pair of ECOs cleared with everyone's schedule, we'll run it again." The woman takes another sip of her coffee before setting the mug aside and gesturing towards the coffee, mugs, and granola bars. "Grab a bite if you want. You're all dismissed." It's with this that she pushes herself to her feet and goes into a salute for Petra. "Sir."

Once dismissed, Rourke rises to his feet. There's a quick salute as he starts on his way, grabbing his notebook, covered in doodled artwork, most of it near professional quality as he starts towards the door.

Kelsey nods slowly. "I'm up for it." But dismissed, she relaxes and zips up the bag. The Ensign looks back to Petra and tosses a salute. "Good to see you again, sir. Hope you're back for good." She then moves over to sit by Yggy. "Hey. So things tip-top?" A casual way of checking in.

Petra straightens up a litle when Piffy addresses him, nodding his head slowly, "Captain. I'm sorry I missed watching the simulation. Sounds like you had some interesting results?" With that said, he finally steps into the room, clearing the doorway for anyone trying to make their exit, before returning the salutes, "Is the wing currently lacking in anything other than live bodies, that I might can take under advisement? I'm having to hit the ground running again and there wasn't anyone to catch me up to speed."

When Epiphany dismisses the lot, Ygraine relaxes. Watching first Kincaid leave and Rourke start to make his exit, she chuckles lowly. "Here's yo' hat, what's yo' hurry?" she murmurs, before Kelsey calls out. "Five by five, Kels-Bells." Ygraine turns her attention to Epiphany, and offers a carefully modulated, "Suh."

Laine offers another salute as he's dismissed. There's a considering look given to the granola bars. On one hand it's food, on the other hand, it's granola. He decides to pass, but he's not shy about refilling his coffee cup since it's back on watch for him. And perhaps a part of him is curious to hear the brass talk things over where he can hear. He does his best to look absorbed in his coffee mug, eyes still fixed firmly on the granola as his ears keep busy elsewhere.

The salute drops and goes o a slightly more eased stance; hands clasped behind the back. Epiphany's gaze shifts to those dismissed as they start to filter off, but soon comes back to Petra. Her jaw tightens, just barely, before she gives a small incline of her head. "I can't say for certain, I'm afraid. Only been on board for three days and I have yet to catch the CAG. I've been going over simulator reports to get an idea of where everyone stands as I wait official orders." Beyond the standard CAP and the like. "If you're needing a training review, sir, I'm afraid I'll need another day or two before I can confidently deliver."

Kelsey gives a little smile. She's winding down from being in the cockpit. Her gloves are stripped off one by one and tucked into pockets. "So look. I came in straight. That guy Rourke was offset. He was going to bomb the target ahead of me, diving in. He took three SAMs. I managed to pull one off. Is that normal? I don't remember them being so aggressive against one target…" Kels leaves it off, looking to the JG. She's still learning. Doing her best to ignore Pip and give Petra his space.

"It was kinda crazy t'begin with." Ygraine notes. "Raptors don't typicaly do wingman set ups for each other so ya were dealin' with outta th'box t'begin with. At least, not like this. Straightforward bombin' runs, that's more typical like. This kinda setup is a viper tactic. For us, distraction runs are sacrifice plays. Maybe yeah, with an ECO…" If there was a Kanye, that'd be the style of Ygraine's shrug.

Petra nods slowly, noting Piffy's stance before he murmurs in a softer voice, "As you were, Captain. Well, keep it up and maybe you and I need to have a talk soon. I like what I'm hearing so far. As for the CAG? Well, I'm kinda looking for them, myself. We'll see who succeeds in their hunt first." With that said, his attention drifts, eyeing Kelsey with a faint smile, "Blew another Raptor up, did you, Squire?" He winks once at the young woman, then steps closer to Ygraine, reaching out to touch the lapel of her shirt and frown a bit, "You know, if you had still been in uniform, this would have been easier to pull off in a subtle fashion. Last time I saw you, weren't you still a JG, 'Shake?"

The elder Viper pilot in the room does relax, shoulders slackening a measure. There's a slight quiver in her right cheek. Hearing so far? It's been three days. The woman had almost forgotten how quickly word travels within the confines of a ship. Epiphany draws a slow breath and gives a quick, small nod. "If you do find them first, sir, I was going to be submitting paperwork to start the official path for Air Defense qualifications." Likely to go with the Dogfight qual she already carries. The woman isn't officially an Instructor anymore and there's no longer a retirement path that isn't capped by going out in a blaze of glory. She might as well get back to the grind and be all-in. There is a brief glance over towards Ygraine, some of the commentary carrying. Arrington's features, however, go smooth as she turns back to the console and reaches for a clipboard and pen waiting there. Eyes move between it and the screens as she starts taking notes.

Rubbing the bridge of his nose slowly, Rourke tries to keep up with the multiple conversations, but as it seems that the Orion crew seems to be pretty tight knit, he decides it's best just to keep his mouth shut and head down at the moment. There's a glance to Epiphany, and then he gives a subtle shake of his head before he notices that Petra's moved out of the way of the door, a glance towards Ygraine. "Figure you're all playing catchup, I'd go work on settling in." he says as he prepares to settle under the door to step into the cooridor.

Kelsey looks to Ygraine and there's a great deal of respect there while she listens. Nodding along, she seems to understand well. "It was a rough run. I wasn't sure where to go so I just trusted my gut, like you said." A talk some time ago. Advice given. "Could've been better with a few Preds." Squire sighs and stops halfway through. She hears that address and stands to look at Petra. There's some embarrassment and she shrugs a little. "At least you didn't have to eject this time, Lieu- Colonel." Promotion remembered. "I'm trying not to." When he approaches Yggy, she stands away, though. ORLY.

"Hate to say it, because ya know how much I adore Preddies, but yeah - " Yggy cuts off as Petra's words make it to her ears. "Suh? I been jay-gee for a while now." The way he considers her lapel has her body tilting into a more formal parade rest as her brows knit together.

Laine takes this chance to make a break for it. That granola bar disappeared into the pocket of his flight suit anyway. Maybe he could barter it for something better. Picking his helmet back up off the table and tucking it under his arm he turns towards the door. Tight-knit, indeed, which means he feels the need to cut and run for now. He shifts his coffee momentarily to the hand supporting his helmet so he can offer salutes on the way out, btter to toss them everywhere than bother upsetting someone. He mutters something that sounds like, "Back to the hunt." Before ducking through the door and back out into the corridor.

Petra grins at Kelsey at her commentary, "Good to see you at it, Wescott. As well as the new folks in the room. Just a little business and Im back outta the Captain's hair." With that said, he focuses on Ygraine and slips a hand into his pocket, "Well, we probably ought to have one of the remaining senior backseaters on the boat not languishing at JG for an age, you think? The previous CAG and I didn't see eye to eye on several things, and recognizing crew was one of them." He takes a small jewel box out of his pocket, and turns his hand over to offer it to Ygraine with a lower voice, "Considering I just ran a couple of the new fish out of the room, I suppose I should leave before everyone else flees. Congratulations, Lieutenant. Don't let me see you in those Jig pins again, hmm?"

With Ygraine getting promoted, Rourke forgoes leaving just to sit in a chair to watch the proceedings, taking out his notebook to write in it, working on a doodle.

There's a tightness to the Captain's shoulders, but it may just be the stress of a senior officer in the room. Over the past year, Epiphany got used to a lot of things. A fully functioning ship is not something a lot of the recent Picon transfers are usd to. So the woman sits, looking more out of place than just 'new transfer' while working on her notations. She's not even touching her coffee.

Ygraine's eyes blink a rapid staccato as she accepts the box. "Thank ya, suh." she says, fingers curling around it reverently. "Gonna prove t'ya that it was th'right decision." There's a quick dart of her gaze toward Kelsey, before she returns Petra's gaze squarely.

Kelsey stands off to the side and shoves her hands inside the armored vest. As good as pockets. She tilts her head back to watch to proceedings and grins. "Bout frakkin time, el-tee." She waggles her brow at Yggy and lifts a hand to reach out and gently punch her in the shoulder. Awwyeah. "Careful, sir, you might end up leading something." Her friendly gaze goes back to Petra and there's an appreciative nod. She then looks over towards the Captain, and Rourke. The smile lowers a bit, but only a bit.

Petra murmurs, "I think you already did that. I distinctly remember pinning one of those important medals on your chest a while back, didnt I? Wescott too. For damned sure prefer not to lose the folks we got." With that said, he glances at Rourke and Laine and offers Laine and Rourke a nod of his head, "Keep up the good work, gentlemen. Captain? Either way, lets chat tomorrow. Map room, around 1500 or so? Bring a wish list." He doesn't really wait for an answer very long, taking a step back before turning on his heel to take an exit quickly.

When Petra speaks to her again, Epiphany looks over. The woman blinks a few times, as if having to parse his words. Wish list? For a moment, the Captain looks well and struck dumb. The oft-composed demeanor slips for a moment and all she can do is utter a "Yes, sir." Then, with a small shake of her head, she's back to working. Perhaps a bit more intently for the moment. Likely to finish off and go ponder this wonderous thing. Wish list.

"Congrats, Lieutenant." Rourke lifts his coffee mug in a salute as the pilot works on draining down the remaining fresh brew, closing his eyes as he does so. "Better than the freeze dried ration stuff, anytime." he mutters in mild appreciation.

Petra gone? Nobody else paying attention? Check both boxes. Kelsey nearly jumps Ygraine to give her a hug. There's been so much of a shuffle lately and she can't help giving some love to an ECO she's grown to know well. This all includes a sloppy wet kiss to the cheek. "You dp realize I'm going to take every opportunity to rub this in your face, right?" she says with a grin before disembarking. "Drinks are on you at Charlie's, el-tee." Uh huh. Moving over to Rourke, she holds the hlmet bag to her side and seems to grow a little more serious. Her hand goes to his shoulder. "Thanks for listening to an Ensign. I won't forget that. Let's do this again. Practice. Learn each other, el-tee. Okay, sir?" There's no intent to try impose her idea of experience over his own, or rank. It seems an honest thing.

Ygraine beams at Petra, giving him another nod of thanks. Looking past him toward Rourke, she replies with an easy, "Thank ya. But ya know what, ya just gotta wait til breakfast, and then we got fresh fruit and dairy comin' up from th'planet and it's just th'best. Bacon, too."

In about three, four months, Picon will have fresh food from the farmers who fought alongside the Colonial forces. But right now? Nada. Which means those that just transferred up will miss out. Epiphany looks to her coffee and makes a bit of a sound. Considering. Maybe. But it was a bit high pitched. Fruit? Bacon? The woman logs out of the terminal, gathers up the clipboard under one arm and the coffee in the other hand. She starts for the door, tipping her head in a nod to Ygraine. "Congratulations."

The touch to his shoulder nearly makes Rourke jump, but he recovers soon enough. As he listens to the conversation and offers, and looks even more confused. "Charlie's? There's a bar on board?" comes the confused question, before Ygraine starts to talk about the various fresh and new things that they have to offer, and he exchanges looks with Epiphany. They've been dug in the dirt for the last nine months and now sighs. "Goose, I know we're feeling bad cause there's those without, but you can at least get a little caffine in you besides a pill." he offers as he closes up the book. "We're still getting used to things.. Squire, was it?" he asks, before he draws in a breath. "Lieutenant Rourke Stavros. Shaft." he comments as he sets the mug on the animation book.

Kelsey laughs a moment. It just occurs to her that he doesn't know. There's a grin to Ygraine. She speaks while looking at the new Lieutenant. "Congrats, Lieutenant. You're parked over the safest place and the only refuge humanity has. Welcome to Piraeus. Farms, livestock, and a ground-side bar that's as secure as we can make it." She pats him on the shoulder and looks back. "Yeah. Squire. Ensign Kelsey Wescott. That fine lady right there? The one with the funny accent?" She gestures towards Ygraine. "Lieutenant Ygraine Vashti. Probably the most skilled ECO alive right now. Also one of the wing's Survival Officers. Among friends to have, she's one of the best."

"Thank ya, sir." Ygraine replies to Epiphany as she seems inclined to depart, and with a laugh, wipes at her cheek once Kelsey's done smooching it. "I gotta write t'Phin." she remarks off-handedly to Squire, and then with a broad smile for Rourke, says, "Naw. But there's Checkpoint Charlie's down on Piraeus. And the shuttle flights are revolvin' and don't take too long. If ya ain't up early for Alert or CAP, ya could go down tonight. Either of ya." There's a grin Kelsey's way and she adds, "Ya can call me Milkshake, if ya like."

Ygraine adds, mock-protesting, "I ain't funny, I'm Leonese!"

"Trust me, Shaft. I've been drinking coffee like it's going out of style." Almost to the point of not having a proper appetite anymore. When you've gone without? It's hard to decide what you want more. Proper coffee or proper food. Until Epiphany finds that balance, she likely isn't straying too far from the head. Ahem. The woman inclines her head to the others. "You succeeded your mission, in spite of… bumps. Go ahead and celebrate if you feel so inclined." And then she's ducking out and into the hall, at an easy sort of pace.

"Maybe another time." It seems the Picon contingent isn't into celebrating much, as Rourke offers a nod. "I think I'm gonna retire too, Goose." he admits as he moves to his feet. "Nice to meet you, Squire, Milkshake." Putting his notebook away, he makes it a point to check out planetside as soon as he gets a chance before following Epiphany out.

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