PWD #02: Of Maprooms and Delegations
Of Maprooms and Delegations
Summary: Lt Garrido speaks with Major Petra on a return to duty.
Date: 04/01/2013 (OOC Date)
Related Logs: None
Petra Augie 
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.
PWD #02

So Second shift doesn't start for a little while longer, but that hasn't stoppe Petra's internal alarm clock from screaming at him GET YOUR ASS INTO UNIFORM…and making his way over to the Map Room, which has become his default office over the last couple of weeks. The map table is covered in an astrometric diagram of P's system, but there are numerous papers spread out across the drawing, memos from here, readiness reports from Air Wing, and so on. Petra himself is leaning on the edge of the table, frowning lightly as he looks over one of the pieces of paper.

There's only a few times that the DCO actually even considers going to the command area. One is for briefings on missions, such as the planetary hole expedition. Another is if the ship is on fire and he's here for fighting the fire. The last is.. he's getting called onto the carpet. And that's not one that he really likes coming up for. Augustus enters as requested, and starts to make his way across the hall to come to attention and offer a formal salute. "DCO Garrido reportin as ordered, sir." he offers, and remains at attention.

Petra lifts his head up when the hatch opens, watching Augie step in and close the hatch behind. When he salutes, the Major slowly straightens up and keeps his voice down, "As you were, Lieutenant. You're going to have to forgive me, but..this is about going back to the drill site? You got the message from CAG?" Sounds like Tactical might have a few extra balls in the air.

Lowering his salute, Augie reaches into his pocket. "Clearance from the doc, sir?" he asks, fishing the note out of his pocket and hands it over. "Dunno why Doc Ekho didn't send it up, prolly cause she keeps wanting to check to see if I grow a third foot outta my head or some shit, sir." he hands over the piece of paper, and shrugs.

Petra smirks a little at the third foot comment, leaning forward to take the paper as he mutters, "I dont know why that would be a concern, Garrido. After all, that just means you'd be kicking that much more ass around the deck, right?" He reads over the note for a moment then looks back up, waving the paper, "She send this to CAG? I went ahead and warned Captain Bennett that she'd probably going to get a request here any day now, so she knows its coming, at least. As for ECO, I have no idea who's on rotation. As far as Im concerned though, as long as CAG is happy with this, you're golden."

"Hopefully she made sure it got up the pipe. I double-checked with Jumper St. James about coming down with me in case things go tits up again." Augie admits as he considers. "Just make sure that I get a copy of it in case it doesn't make it to CAG, sir." he offers. "Yeah, like I need a third foot for that, anyway."

Petra nods slowly at the explanation, "I'll send him a copy of this before I start my watch shift and send one back to you. Always handy to have a piece of paper that says you aren't frakked up." The smile reappears for a moment while he considers, then fades away before he asks, "So there's been some speculation after Dr. Krysos made his report on what all of you came back with. What do you think we're dealing with, and what's your plan when you get back down there?"

"I ain't seen Doc Rocks' report." Augie admits with a frown. "I guess he figgered the meat wasn't worth keepin in the loop." His hands twist into fists at that, but his fingers flex out and he relaxes again. "But if ya want my guess? I ain't seen any material that ever pumped out that many rads that quick. Something is buried down there, and if it needs to be breached, I'd rather have the rescue jumper with me that can work in the tight corners than a bunch of docs that would get lost and eaten if we go too far and get stuck in the frak again."

Petra nods slowly, "Its a lot of speculation." He seems to leave it at that, however, watching Augie's face as he explains, "It sounds like from the initial readings that it's going to be something sizable. Does the Orion or the rest of BS-114 have the equipment to handle something of this size, or do I need to start considering a request back to fleet for the proper materials?"

"I don't want to be overly cautious and request a lot of shit that may just sit around in storage and collect dust.." Augustus starts cautiously, thinking on it as he jaw tightens and his blue eyes cut downwards in thought. "I won't know until we find out the full scope of it, but right now, the EVA suits can be rigged to handle rad work. I'd suggest keeping MOPP suits on standby for those that work in the area. Even if there is no rads at ground zero, don't mean there won't be when we start trying to push our way into it." he finally says, making his determinations as best he can.

Petra mms, "I'm not asking you to make the call now before you see anything. If you were psychic, you'd be the Pre-Emptive DCO and we'd be plating sections of the ship we knew were going to get hit. What I mean is…if this DOES turn out to be as big as the numbers seem to support…can we handle that? If not, I'll start making notes so I know exactly what I will need to ask for, if you come back from this trip and say 'holy frak this things huge'. And either way…watch yer step." The smile reappears for a moment longer, "You get exposed twice in a row and we're all going to catch hell for letting you do it."

"Best guess? In case of reactor breaches on Orion, we have enough supplies and materials for a week of trying to get it under control and repair. I don't want to press it into surface for this ground project, but put in the request to FLEETCOM. Rather be safe than sorry." Augustus says, and then smirks, "…another time and another exposure and Redux won't be able to make 'I'm pregnant' jokes with me anymore."

Petra grins in spite of himself at the last comment, murmuring, "I suppose there's an upside to everything, right? Alright then." He sighs and looks down at the report, considering it for a moment, then nods, "Alright, that sounds like a plan then. Anything else you need from me, then, Lieutenant?"

"Naw, not at the moment, Major." Augustus says, and then pauses. "Actually. All these drills and crap we're in at the moment. Is what's coming down the pipe the real shit or just more gas from Fleet to make sure we're always ready prepared?" he asks, jaw settling as he considers the JTACCO.

Petra mms low under his breath at the question, fixating his gaze on Augie's face for a few moments. Considering how best to say it, he finally offers, "The Admiral doesn't stand for showmanship and pointless masturbation and neither do I. We wouldn't be telling CAG to have live ammo free on the deck if we didn't think there was a chance they might have to be using it. That answer your question sufficiently enough, Lieutenant?"

"Frak yeah." Augustus says. A chuckle as he shakes his head. "Just wanted to make sure if I'm gonna blow my load, it's worth my ride, sir." the old DCO shakes his head for a moment, then considers. "Look, ya know if I frak up, I step up and take my shit, right, sir?" he asks finally. "Cause I think I need to make sure that I have my act straight on this, and that we don't lose a good Petty Officer cause I had my foot in my mouth and didn't mind my shit, sir."

Petra nods slowly, "I got no doubts on you, Lieutenant and I know you aren't going to go cowboy on duty." He pauses with a smirk, "Even with that rather authentic 'Yeehaw' on your last outing. Everyone knows what they're signing up for. You just watch your ass and make sure I don't need to try to ramp up a new DCO at the last minute, right?"

"I won't, Major. But I put in for an official censure on my record under harassment. I saw the CAG makin googly eyes at a gal and asked if they were frakkin. She got pissed, didn't realize she was just a PO. I sent her a formal letter of apology, but if ya can let her know that I frakked the works and put my ass in the sling for it." Augie shrugs. "I'll keep an eye on my six and that of my mistress." A small pat of one of Orion's panels. "We've been together since shakedown, I ain't about to give her up now, sir."

Petra glances off to the side for a moment, recollecting something, then 'ohs' softly under his breath, refocusing on Augie, "Right. Dont know what got added to your record, thats up to your CO and the Admiral, but I'll make sure she knows you stepped up to take it. Good luck, Lieutenant. I'll be interested to hear what the frakking hell it is down there, finally."

"Maybe gettin my balls fried down there the first time was enough." Augie smirks, and offers a salute. "Ya and me both, Major. I'll see ya later, hopefully with a report on what the Nerd Brigade dug up."

Petra chuckles softly, straightening up to actually return the man's salute this time, letting his gaze fall back down to the medical note in his hands when he turns to head back out to the corridor.

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