ALT #324: More Shopping for Raiders
More Shopping for Raiders
Summary: Warren and Phin watch flight footage in the continuing quest to find pictures of a maybe-intact downed Raider, and kinda sorta gossip.
Date: 26/11/2013 (OOC Date)
Related Logs: Dead Moons, Dead Raiders and Other Business; Shopping for Cylon Parts
Phin Warren 
Ready Room — Deck 2 — Battlestar Orion
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 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. At the rear hatch, on a barren section of wall, is the framed and cased photo of 'Bad Dog' Ruegger.
AWD #324

The ready room is mostly quiet and the lights are turned low. Guncam footage plays up front where its lone occupant sits a stack of tapes beside him. Warren takes a sip from his coffee before he pulls out a smoke, hitting pause for a moment, before lighting it up. Theres a drag as he looks at whats infront of him before shaking his head and hitting play agian.

Phin is technically off duty, by all proper schedules. And he's spending his leisure time…in the Ready Room. Fun, fun, fun. His duty blues jacket is unbuttoned, so that's kind of a nod to casualness. Kind of. He makes his way through the hatch, blinking when he sees the guncam footage playing. He doesn't interrupt right away, taking a moment to watch what's on the screen.

The guncam footage is older and Warren seems to be pausing it almost randomly. At a kill, at a flyby. What he's looking for or at its hard to tell. Well maybe not for Phin, it looks like every time he's pausing it he's looking at a kill, or wreckage in the background. He hmms a moment jotting down a note or two before taking another drag of his cigarette before ashing once more apparently not noticing the other person in the room.

"Shopping for Raiders?" Phin asks, with a slight, wry grin as he steps farther into the Ready Room. He's armed with a plain disc of the sort used to record and play guncam footage, along with pad and pencil, and coffee. Not that he seems to be in any hurry to load it. He heads to an empty hair, behind and to one side of Warren's, and sit. "I feel like I've watched so much of this stuff the past few weeks that my eyes are starting to bleed." And yet, he's here for more on his own time.

"Clean up aisle five," Warren retorts with a smirk. He glances up and gives a nod at that motioning to a free seat…not that anyone else is there. "Yeah either too hot an area, or we'd be there for forever picking up pieces…" he shakes his head, "On the upside we're damn good at our jobs." Theres a chuckle, "You see much of the fights last night? Punchie made it to the second round with Holtz."

"I've been talking to some of the ace guys trying to get a fix on where they got some memorable kills. That weren't just totally wasted. I sent some footage from one of our encounters over Santos Ridge up to be enhanced. See if we can get a better look at what was left on the ground," Phin says. "Still waiting on that. Not like there aren't plenty of dogfights to go over in the meantime, though." As for the fights, he shakes his head. "Boxing's not really my thing, as far as fun goes. I heard some of the Wing performed, uh, notably, though."

"Yeah. I'm going through some of the other sorties at Picon. Particularly those over water. Might be able to get some divers out there. Or maybe from the initial battle." He shakes his head a bit, "Not a lot of places that are mostly safe that we've fought. Best places I think we could find some are hotter than hades. The refuling station and the mine. Probably some good salvage there but…" Warren shrugs a moment as he takes another drag, "Yeah, Punchie almost gave as good as he got. Man has to keep his gloves up though. Kept getting punched in the throat. But I take it you heard about the CAG's wife?"

"Over water might be good, if we can get divers down there. There probably aren't regular Cylon patrols down under." Phin drinks his coffee, and settles in like he intends to spectate the footage Warren's pulled. "I guess we could also look to places like Virgon and Tauron and…well. The dead worlds." It's a starker way than he'd like to put it, but he doesn't seem to be able to think of another. "I'm not sure how much Cylon patrols bother with those places. But at least we control parts of Picon, so that seems like it'd be best if we could isolate a spot." As for the CAG's wife, Phin replies somewhat carefully. "I heard people talking. What was up with that?"

"Yeah thats what I was thinking. As long as its not too deep, and we can get the personell for it…plenty of places I think we could probably find something. How much I don't know?" He shrugs a bit at that, "Dead worlds might be a good spot too. You'll have to point me towards the right footage there. Wasn't a part of most of any of that, so you'd have to point me towards some of the good stuff." Warren smirks about the CAG's wife, "Yeah had to let the Major know her wife's been sleeping with another man. She seemed to know who that was though…went straight after Holtz and demanded his presence in her office. She did not sound happy…"

Phin sighs. "Yeah. That was the impression I got from the stories that were going around." Phin seems reluctant to poke too much at that particular bit of gossip, though. Poking means acknowledging. "It'll blow over. Whatever…it is." He looks back at the screen. "Hera's a possibility. We've done salvage there before for ship parts, so the techs would know how to set it up. And tangled with Raiders there before, though we didn't stick around to see what was left of them. If we could get personnel out for space salvage work, could even go back to some of the asteroid belts we've already mostly cleared. Like Erebos, or Acheron. Truth be told, I feel like there should be plenty of places to get this stuff, this long into the war. Just a matter of isolating it."

Warren hits the pause when Phin points out something, looking at the screen. He hmms a moment looking it over, the debris on screen, "That could work. Yeah…might be able to get most of it there…" He starts making notes, which tape, the timestamp, the area. Theres a nod, "Good eyes Phin. Good eyes. As for the whole thing with the CAG. Oh it should be interesting one way or another. Supposed to have drinks with her soon at Charlies."

"Good luck," Phin says dryly. He plainly can't imagine casually drinking with the CAG. "Really?" The latter for his eyes, which causes him to blink at the screen. Like he's not completely sure what it was he pointed out. "You're welcome. I think. Anyway. Yeah. I mean, I try not to think too much about gossip like that. Stuff…happens." He gets a wide-eyed sort of expression like he was just given a mental image of stuff happening that he'd rather not have.

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