AWD #536: Not the Best of Starts
Not the Best of Starts
Summary: Kelsey takes Gloria into the sims. All does not go entirely to plan.
Date: 09/12/2016
Related Logs: None
Kelsey Gloria 
Flight Simulators - Deck 2 - Battlestar Orion
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 #536

With all the new callsigns being handed down, Kelsey can't help a little smile. Aegis. She keeps looking at the note every couple seconds. Heading towards the sims, she's wearing her full survival gear and carrying her helmet bag in her left hand. Entering the sims, she's still looking at the note and isn't really looking at who is around just yet. Though considering the number of pilots and aircrew left, there isn't a lot of reason to expect people to be in here.

Gloria has not achieved callsign status yet, but then since she hasn't flown with the wing, or even done much sims work that's not all that surprising. She's done a lot of reading though, and talking to people, and bugging the sims techs with requests to watch playbacks, and get a feel for the consoles. Anything she can do to familiarise herself before she's dropped in the deep end really. It's been a quiet afternoon so far though, and she's considering knocking it on the head and heading to the gym which she still has a time to work out and grab a shower before dinner.

Kelsey notices someone else here and steps over, closer. But as she recognizes the back of that head, she tilts her own and still moves closer. "Gloria?" she asks casually. "Hey, it is you. What're you doing here?" There's a friendly familiarity there. "Need help with figuring out something with the sims?"

Gloria turns from where she'd been collecting her notes and smiles a little recognises Kelsey. This last week has been crazy but a familiar face is a friendly face, or somesuch. "Hey Lieutenant," enlisted habits die hard. There's a brief glance towards the simulators and a slow nod, "for certain values of something, where something is equivalent to just about everything? I've not had much chance yet to get hands on, so I'm trying to scrape together what I can, where I can."

Kelsey ends up tucking the note into her survival vest and looks at Gloria curiously. Then it hits. A memo from just after Twin Rocks. "Holy shit, I totally forgot you transferred over." Kelsey extends her right hand to shake. "Thank you for coming over, Ensign. We need good people and they're getting increasingly hard to find." She puts the bag on the desktop with the consoles. "I'm guessing you've been doing a lot of reading. The first few weeks are like trying to drink from a firehose being aimed at your face." The bag is unzipped and she takes out her helmet. "I can load us up some anti-air and we can see how you do with it. Nothing too crazy. Do you have an assigned pilot yet?"

Ensign, yep, that's still weird. "Thanks," Gloria manages after a moment, then a more relaxed, "assuming I don't fuck up and end up back in CIC. Got to try though, you know." Taking the hand with her own for a moment she then turns to the simulator and nods, "Major St Clair didn't give me much library work, but I've been trying to do it anyway. And no, not yet, she just said it'd be someone experienced, who could take me through things and get me up to speed."

Kelsey chuckles at that. "I know the feeling. When I transferred in I was terrified I was going to fail and end up back on the Deck. I almost did, but it was something I did to myself - not my ability. I doubt you'll have the same problems. Part of mine was just plain immaturity." Once hand are shaken, she uses both hers to grip the straps on her survival vest to hang there. "No reading? Shit, well we need to change that. I'm glad you've been doing it anyway. You're going to need the skills come tomorrow. We're hitting Leonis. ..If you don't have a pilot by then, I'll put you in my backseat. I'll keep you alive while you learn."

"Might be because I know a lot of the theory already, from CIC?" Gloria ponders outload, "for the jamming systems, nav and so on that is. If I end up having to pilot anything then I reckon just about everyone within a parsec is frakked." There's a reaction to the word tomorrow though, so soon? Oh holy frak. She takes a deep breath, then another, before finally nodding slowly, "tomorrow. Right."

"There's always that. If you spent that much time in CIC I'm guessing you pretty well know the tools. Also, your work on the Saber with me is going to help you." Kelsey leans down and brings up a simple introductory Raptor sim. "Lets do this one. It's really easy. Just us and one SAM and one flak gun. Different engagement zones." She takes a step back and smiles a little. For a moment Gloria can see the breezy, happy go lucky kid. Just a moment, though. "Don't sweat tomorrow, hon. You will be fine. It sucks being thrown off the deepend like this, but we've only got sixty aircrew left in the whole sailing fleet. Everyone fights, but nobody fights alone." She gestures to the Raptor before stepping off to it.

Gloria hears most of what Kelsey says, but her primary attention is on not hyperventilating, and reminding herself that it's just a sim, and she doens't need to throw up inside it. If that works then hey, maybe she can convince herself that tomorrow is just a sim. That's a viable strategy right? Once she notices Kelsey has headed to the raptor pod though she scoots over after her. "I'll just be jamming right? I'm okay at that, or will there be anything I need to fire? I've literally no idea how to do that bit other than what I've seen on vids of other people's sim runs." She knows which seat is now her's though, and sits herself down in it before strapping in. "Promise not to laugh."

Kelsey is already strapped in when Gloria finds her own seat. The switches are all flipped lightning quick. "You will also be firing the missiles in the sim." The door shuts behind Gloria, sealing them in. "However, tomorrow I'll slave the missiles to my station so you can focus on doing what you need. Unless you want the missiles tomorrow. Just say the word." The screen in front of them flashes on and suddenly they are airborne. The sim jolts a little as it floats them simulating the feeling of flight. "No laughing. Check, Ensign. We are two serious ex-enlisted Raptor bitches."

Gloria flinches a little at the jolt of 'take off' then replies, "remind me to skip breakfast tomorrow would you?" So far so good though as she squeezes her eyes shut for a moment, then focuses on the screen in front of her. If she doesn’t look to her left there's nothing to try and trick her brain into thinking they're not inside a pod, it's fine. "Lets, ah, lets see how this goes shall we? Before we make any decisions." Powering up the board as she's been shown before she's not the quickest, but that'll come with practice. "Okay, I think I'm ready," she reports, "and i meant laughing is fine, just, you know, not at me?"

"Given the look on your face when I mentioned Leonis, I doubt you're going to remember to eat." There's some humor to the voice, too. Kelsey seems casual about how she approaches so much of this. Combat has become her life over the last year, but there's something else about her. "No problem on the missiles. You'll fire a few." Kelsey brings thr Raptor into a lazy starboard bank and she looks up and out, into the turn. "Alright. No laughing at you. But if you start laughing I'm pulling rank and laughing with you." Gloria can hear the smile on her face.

Annnd there's the electronic tick of a SAM dradis at two oclock, twenty miles. Then another additional beep and the shape on the screen becomes circled, indicating the SAM knows they are there.

"You reckon they're going to be okay up in CIC tomorrow," Gloria asks as everything seems to start to settle in, "without me holding their hands I mean? I don't know who'll be covering my shift, but I hope they know how to handle the Major.." Conversation cuts off as the screen starts to come alive though, "tango two-o’clock, twenty miles." Twenty mile? Is that all? "They've spotted us."

Kelsey nods easily. "They'll survive. I used to worry about the Deck gang when I first moved over. It takes awhile to settle in, but you'll probably never stop worrying about them and your absence. Not completely. I still fuss over some people there because I miss it sometimes." Its like they are on a Sunday drive through the country. Meanwhile the range on that SAM is dropping. 16. 15. 14. "Music on. That's the call for jamming suppression. They'll probably fire at us any second." As soon as it hits ten miles, there's an angry buzz in Gloria's and Kelsey's ear. SAM Launch, target is the Raptor.

<COMBAT> Kelsey passes.
<COMBAT> Gloria suppresses Sam1 with Ecm. <successful>
<COMBAT> Sam1 uses a MISSILE AA!
<COMBAT>
<COMBAT> EXPLOSION! Right Next To Raptor-1800h - Critical wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-1800h - ARMOR on Cabin stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-1800h - NEAR MISS!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-1800h - ARMOR on Controls stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-1800h - ARMOR on Engine stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-1800h - Critical wound to Cockpit.
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-1800h - ARMOR on Left Wing stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-1800h - ARMOR on Controls stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-1800h - NEAR MISS!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-1800h - ARMOR on Cabin stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-1800h - Critical wound to Cockpit.
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-1800h - ARMOR on Left Wing stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-1800h - ARMOR on Cabin stops the attack!
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Kelsey - Moderate wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Kelsey - Moderate wound to Abdomen.
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Kelsey - Light wound to Abdomen.
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Kelsey - Moderate wound to Right Arm.
<COMBAT> Kelsey has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.

<COMBAT> Kelsey has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Raptor-1800h has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Kelsey has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Gloria has been KO'd!

Gloria calls out the ranges as they drop, every two miles for now. "Music o.." she starts to ask, then they hit 10 miles and theirs that noise in her ears. "Music on!" she calls as she gets exactly what was meant, then follows it up with more useful information. "Missile launched. Jamming. It's still running true."

As soon as the SAM launches Kelsey throws the Raptor into a hard left bank and shoves the throttles up. There's the feeling of heavy acceleration and the G-Forces should be building. "Dumping chaff and flare." She pumps both out and Gloria can watch the counters on her panel drop. They're doing fine, all textbook, then Kelsey mutters something. There's a violent maneuver around something and Kelsey sits back in her seat as if reflexes hit her. The missile explodes head-on with them. On the screen are several large chunks displayed where shrapnel has come through the canopy. Quite a few of them are aimed at Kelsey. The light coming through shines onto her body where the wounds wound have been. Meanwhile, all around them, warnings and alarms are going off. Both engines are on fire, the controls are dead, and almost every primary system has failed. Most of the back-ups are only minimally functional. They are essentially a very speedy falling rock.

Kelsey looks down at herself and where the wounds are while the screen begins to fill with terrain features. "Damn. Holy shit that was bad." She paws at her breast, stomach, and looks at her right arm. "I'd be pretty close to dead right now if that had been real." The ground rushes up and BOOM. Nothing. The screen goes white.

While Gloria doesn't entirely feel jubilant about managing not to throw up at that lurching impact, what with the following crash landing and likely dead pilot, she does at least recognise it as a good start. "Lets not do that again," she replies after a moment to get her breath back fromt eh adrenalin surge, "the blowing up and crashing that is, "particularly, lets not do that tomorrow." Unsure of how effective her own work was she's torn between asking to go again, or bugging out and lookign at the log, so in the end she just shuts up and lets Kelsey decide.

"Agreed. We ended up flying through a flock of birds and it glitched the SIM when they flew up right in front of me. Thus the muttering and violent reversal. Sim are great for a lot of things, but they're still imperfect." Kelsey sets them down. "I'll set you up in here for some straight across gunnery and you can fire the missiles. I'll see if I can find that bug in the code. That was super annoying. Damned nice work on the jamming, though," she says as she rises.

Gloria wonders for a split second if that's an excuse on Kelsey's part of not, but then considers that shes a) a Lieutenant, b) quite experienced, and c) doing her a favour, so merely nods her head in understanding. "Thanks, I'll see what I can manage. Good luck."

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