AWD #530: Not the logical Choice
Not the logical Choice
Summary: Bennett gets introduced to a Nugget with no flight experience at all.
Date: 03/12/2016
Related Logs: Permission to Join
Gloria Bennett 
Map Room - Deck 2 - Battlestar Orion
Dominating the room is the large bottom-lit map table in the very center. Ten feet across and eight feet the other way, the table can gather a large number of people around it while still accommodating enlisted and support personnel in the small riser seating behind the table. The risers are done in single-piece desk sections that run the width of the seating area and have small reporting displays built into them along with communications ports for headphones. At the head of the room are two very large LED displays that can have almost anything put on them, including projections of what is on the map table. A single computer at the support seating controls this and in the rear of the room is a large, locked case that holds maps and table models.
AWD #530

It's been a hectic few days for Gloria, likely for many others in the fleet as well, but she's been chasing about trying to get odds and ends sorted, and now, finally, ahs the time to track down the head of the Gentlemen Ghosts. Armed with a small folder of paperwork, just a couple of sheets, she ducks into the map room having heard that Major St Clair might be found within.

Bennett is indeed lurking in the map room this evening, though to what end precisely is unclear. She's currently seated on the map table, studying some papers in her lap while enjoying a spicy clove cigarette. In her blues, no less.

Having been in an out of this room with reports and such for Elias quite regularly, Gloria is entirely used to officers smoking in here, although the choice of perch is different enough to make her blink. Once. Looks like her intel was good though so she heads over. "Major," she greets, straightening up to something approximating attention before offering over the file, "Colonel Io sent me to speak with you. I volunteered for a transfer to the Air Wing and she wants me certified as an ECO as soon as you are happy that I'm up to scratch." The folder contains the signed transfer orders and a rundown of the ECM experience she has at capital ship level, to give an idea of her starting level of competence.

Bennett looks over when the door opens, and meets Gloria's blink with a warm smile. "Hello," she greets politely, hopping down from the table when it seems the woman is intent upon approaching her. The smile turns to a more curious expression once an explanation is given, and the papers are accepted and given a cursory look to start. "I see. May I ask why?"

Gloria isn't actually sure if the full story is on what survives of her record or not, so she starts from the top. "My mother worked as an Aircraft Handler in the fleet for decades," she explains, "and all I really wanted to be as a kid was an ECO. I couldn't get a fleet scholarship though, so went into capital ship countermeasures instead, figured I'd either find I liked it, or work my way up on day. Turns out it might end up being both. My current work involves ECM, DRADIS, and fleet manoeuvring. It was me who co-ordinated the final jump into Twin Rocks and put the fleet in it's firing position." She's just a little bit proud of that jump, everyone went on her mark, to her co-ordinates, and it executed fraking perfectly. "With the losses in the wing though, I felt I had to try, there are others who can do my work in CIC, but you need people, and I want to fly. It seemed the logical choice, and the right thing to do."

Bennett listens and reads, smoke brought to her lips once or twice while Gloria speaks. Her blue eyes are more on the woman than on her paperwork though, assessing something about her in that warm, easy way she has. "You do not have any flight experience," she points out gently. It isn't an accusation; she watches carefully for Gloria's response.

Gloria shakes her head once at the remark. "No sir, I do not. There was a couple of introductory simulator sessions as part of the aptitude tests when I was applying for scholarships, but nothing since, and they were a few years ago now."

"Mmm," murmurs St. Clair thoughtfully, tucking the papers back into their folder, and that, set atop the pile of paperwork she was perusing earlier. Taking up a slight lean against the map table, she regards Gloria evenly again. "I do need people. And it is the right thing to do. But it certainly is not the logical choice; we are down to sixty pilots in the wing, currently." She pauses to let that sink in. "You would be paired with an experienced pilot, and expected to complete a training regimen before I will let you anywhere near a live raptor."

"I know the numbers," Gloria replies solemnly, "I was plugged into the comm system in CIC for the actions at both Twin Rocks and the nebula. I heard it all." Or all of it that got back to Orion Actual anyway. "I understand entirely sir," she replies to the remark about training, although she can't quite hide the buzz of excitement that goes through her as the major doesn't simply laugh her out of the room. "As per the Colonel's instructions I have finished up or handed over all my outstanding work in CIC and so have no constraints on my time to get in the way of getting up to speed as quickly as I can."

Bennett dips her head slightly in a gesture of acknowledgement - and respect, too. "Yes, I imagine you did," she says quietly. "I will admit, your pedigree is impeccable. And I have no specific reservations about this, if the CAG does not. Just know that while this may be the end of the world.. it is not a free for all. If I hear about you trying to be a hotshot before one of us have signed off on your involvement in non training-related flight, I will pull you and send you back to CIC. Am I clear?" By her tone, this has probably been a problem in the past with other headstrong aircrew, not specifically a concern she has with Gloria.

Gloria acknowledges the nod with a very slight one of her own, it was difficult to listen to, but she can only imagine how much harder it was to be in, for now at least. Another nod, more pronounced this time, is given to the remarks about training. "Crystal clear Sir, just let me know when and where to report and I will be there, ready to start. Also, if there is anything in the library I should be looking at before hand."

Bennett smiles slightly to the comment about the library, and shakes her head as she pushes off the table and gathers up the paperwork - including Gloria's file. "No books. Not yet. Your homework is to talk to as many pilots and countermeasures officers as you can. I will find someone to begin helping you out in the simulators, too." Her smoke is pulled from once more, then put out. "Was there anything else, petty officer?"

"Understood sir," Gloria replies, already planning on staking out one of the usual airwing tables in the mess to get her started. She's still got that faint buzz of excitement around her as she thinks for a moment then shakes her head, "no, that was all. Sensing a dismissal in her near future she straightens to attention once more, making ready so she can depart once it's given.

Bennett waves off the pulling to attention even before the motion is complete. She's not known for being one to stand on protocol, and this is no different. "I will look forward to seeing you in our morning briefings, then, beginning tomorrow." There's a small nod from the pilot, and she heads for the hatch without further ado. "Clear skies, Oates."

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