AWD #208: Other Way Around
Other Way Around
Summary: Holtz and Warren kick around an idea pertaining to the asteroid recons.
Date: 02/08/2013 (OOC Date)
Related Logs: None
Holtz Warren 
Ready Room
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 #208

The ready room is quiet, but not deserted. Holtz is standing on the platform at the front of the room, a dry-erase marker in hand as he does a quick update to the whiteboard. Occasionally, he refers to notes he's scribbled down on a crumpled-looking sheet of paper before inking a corresponding scrawl on the board. After a few moments of erasing and re-writing, he puts the marker down and turns back to the podium, an open binder laying across its surface.

Warren comes on into the ready room, notepad under one arm, along with a bunch of guncam photos. He glances around and hmmms softly finally spotting you. "Major, you got a few moments to talk? Wanted to go over some ideas about the recon flights if you have the time" he asks as he makes his way down towards the podium and whiteboards.

Holtz's head raises as he hears the echo of Warren's voice. He slowly covers the cover of his binder, steps away from the podium, and nods. "Sure, Lieutenant." He waves to the front row of chairs as he himself takes a seat on the edge of the raised platform. "Sit down, tell me what's on your mind, yeah?"

Warren nods and makes his way over to the front row there and takes a seat next to you. He lays out on the desk the notes he has. The first thing he pulls out is a chart of the belt. "OK so far we've run two recons, each time met resistance. Its like we're jumping in behind them almost and catching them as they're doing the same," he says noting the first two recons. "I was thinking if we keep this up, its going to take a long while to scout the whole belt, and if there's people at the other end of it… So my thought is we try jumping to the other end and working our way back. If theres resistance, fine we can go back to the way we've been doing it, but if theres not because we've jumped ahead of their search pattern, we can cover more ground quicker. Then when we finally run into them again, we can then switch back to the other side, and finish up from that direction. Minimize resistance, repair times, and maximize what we get scouted and in what amount of time," he says pointing out on the chart what he means to help demonstrate the idea.

Holtz peers down at the chart, grunting in acknowledgement as Warren lays out his plan. "Here's the one potential flaw I see in your premise, Lieutenant. The Cylons aren't working with resources as limited as ours. We're the only battlestar in the fleet, and thus the only fighter wing in the fleet, yeah? That means we're limited in what we can do, how much we can scout out at once." He taps out a series of points along the chart, forming a circle that traces along the path of one of the belts.

"The toasters aren't operatin' under the same restrictions. They have a number of basestars in the home system, each with several wings of Raiders aboard. They could put Raiders in multiple sections of the belt, which would keep them from havin' to sweep one section, before movin' on to the next, and so forth. It won't matter where we start our patrol — sooner or later we're gonna hit a search party."

There's a pause, but he's not quite finished as he holds up a hand to forestall a response. "That said. I don't think it's a terrible idea to change things up a bit. Anything that might confuse the Cylons, even a little, is a good thing in my book, yeah?"

Warren nods at that, "I understand sir. Our limited resources was a thought in the plan. Dolly got shot up pretty good last time. If we keep getting in these engagements every two steps we're going to loose a war of attrition scouting just one asteroid belt. Just trying to think up something to limit that. I think its worth at least checking out if nothing else to throw them off of things."

"I know Dolly's working with Captain St Clair on some ideas of how to get the raptors involved to help us. Was talking to him the other night about it while going over the guncam footage of our last patrol", he says motioning a moment to all the photos he has with him as well.

"Don't forget, we do have a Viper factory on board. Fighter losses we can recoup, as long as we don't run outta raw materials. Raptors, though, are a different story. Another reason we've been keepin' them away from the belts so far," Holtz replies with a slight grimace as he takes a quick look over the photos Warren has with him, triggering memories of the last belt recon they'd flew. "It's been a while since I got nosy and snuck a look at the latest reports from the deck gang, but last I saw the factory was runnin' smoothly. For the moment, resources ain't a huge problem. Though, admittedly, the less we have to use on manufacturing replacement parts for damaged ships instead of bein' able to use 'em in brand new ships, the better."

Warren gives a nod to that, "Of course that does help. Though I'm sure the deckies would definately love us more the last half scraped vipers back" Thers a grin and a smirk as he thinks about things for a moment, "Oh any hints on what we'll be up against tonight?"

Holtz looks up from the chart and the photos with a raised brow. He snorts, and shakes his head. "Not a chance, Lieutenant. You'll find out soon enough, believe me. The enemy ain't gonna give you hints, so why should I?" There's a slight smirk at that.

Warren chuckles a bit at that and grins a little, "Well I suppose they're not going to give us any hints per se. But hey isn't that what intelligence officers are for? Can't hurt to ask" He grins, "Either way I am looking foward to it tonight. Should be good for everyone I think."

"Intel officers usually have to do a bit more work than walking up and askin'." Holtz's smirk widens a little as he rises to his feet. Leaning against the podium, he lights a cigarette and nods. "Yeah. Most of the time, when I check the sim logs, people are either puttin' in their work alone or with a single partner. I'd like to start seein' more squad exercises like this one, and the little skirmish we had a couple nights ago."

Warren smirks, "You never know. Walking up and asking might just catch them off guard" Theres a chuckle and he pulls out his own smoke lighting it up and taking a drag, "The skirmish was good. Especially for Centerfold, even though I fraked up and left her out there by herself. We definately should be running more of those. Get people used to working with each other and against real people making real decisions instead of some programed sim AI"

"Mm." Holtz nods, grunting in agreement. "Anytime you want to organize one, be my guest. Things like that, you don't gotta go through me, you know. I sure as frak ain't going to stop you." He exhales a cloud of smoke before continuing. "Best units I've seen were the ones that practiced together. Trainee squads in flight school, active duty units, didn't matter. The gods lift those who lift each other, yeah?"

Warren gives a nod to that, taking another pull of his smoke exhaling as he gathers up his papers again. "Will do sir. I'll make sure to try to arange more of those. And of course you're right. We don't fly alone out in the black, shouldn't be flying alone all the time in the sims either," he says as he starts to stand. "Thank you sir for your time. Looking foward to what you throw at us tonight," he says starting to turn away before he stops and looks back, "Oh before I go sir, do you know when we'll be hitting the belt again? If we're hitting the belt again soon wanna see if I can get a sim run in with the guys before that to get a little practice in fighting in those asteroids."

Holtz shrugs. "Not sure, but don't bet on it being too long," he replies, shrugging. As Warren moves to leave, Holtz turns back to the podium where he'd left his own things, offering the departing pilot a slight nod as he starts shoving papers back into the binder.

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