AWD #028: Plans of Attack
Plans of Attack
Summary: While making arrangements with Petra for one mission, Holtz makes inquiries about the possibilities of another.
Date: 03/02/2013
Related Logs: None
Holtz Petra 
Combat Information Center
The Combat Information Center is the tactical heart of the Orion. This CIC is designed in a circular formation, the Admiral apparently a fan of the classical set-up. Dead center are a set of large monitors suspended from the ceiling with DRADIS readings as well as other vital shipboard information. Under this is a small map table outlining current plots and positions. The table has a built-in phone as well as smaller displays as to critical damage reports. Both port and starboard other watch stations are set at all times, in two rows of tiers like stadium seating, one above the other. Each station has a purpose — Helm, Weapons, Communications, Electronic Warfare, Damage Control, and further tactical monitoring. More displays and banks of computer monitors line the walls. This area is heavily guarded by Marines at all hours of the day and night.
February 3, 2005

It isn't every day that Holtz finds himself up at the CIC. He's stopped outside the door, flashing his ID to the marine sentry before being allowed entry, and he quickly tucks it away as he's allowed to cross the threshold and enter. His pace slows briefly as he looks around the room, searching for one face/set of rank pins in particular, though it quickens once again as he seems to find it.

Approaching Petra, Holtz stops a few steps in front of the other man; there's a clipboard tucked under one arm, with the memo Petra himself sent to Zachary about the upcoming Erebos mission attached to it. Snapping off a salute with his free hand, he announces himself with a, "Colonel Petra?"

Petra doesn't pay much attention to someone else walking into CIC - after all, the place goes kinda crazy with people going in and out. But when a figure starts making a beeline for him, its enough to snap his attention around and lift one brow, straightening up when he's saluted. With a curious look on his face and a glance to the clipboard the pilot carries, he keeps his voice down, "As you were, Lieutenant. I'm Petra. What can I do for you?"

"Lieutenant Holtz, Lucky Strikes," he identifies himself, snapping off the salute and relaxing. He looks down at the clipboard, thumping it with a finger. "It's about the Erebos mission, sir." The burly pilot doesn't waste time getting to the point, his Taurian-accented voice all business. "I'm told we'll be sending an assault team to investigate the mining facilities on Vesta. Major Sheperd doesn't anticipate any problems with sending a recon, but he is concerned about running into trouble along the way. We wanted to see about sending along a couple of Vipers to keep watch over the recon team. He's already got a couple of volunteers in me an' Dolly — uh, that's Ensign McBride," he clarifies with a minute headshake, " — but we'll need somethin' that can actually get us out there and back."

Petra links his hands behind his back as he listens, sucking lightly on a tooth and then nods slightly at the idea, "Well, the King's Bay is overkill and I think they're still running damage control teams. The Seradonits is flagged for the livestock trip to Virgon, but the Cygnes can handle a couple of raptors and Vipers on its deck, just not for an extended trip. That be enough for what the Air Wing wants to bring?" That one eyebrow goes up again in curiosity, pausing for a moment before he adds, "Now, if you find something serious out there, she's not a landing ship, just get your asses back here after reconning the place a bit and we'll send something with a little more punch."

Holtz considers the response briefly before nodding. "Think that'll do just fine, sir. Not lookin' to make an extended trip, anyway." He nods. "Just need something to get a couple of Vipers in and out, quick and quiet." There's a pause, his eyes taking on a distant expression as he thinks a moment before refocusing on the colonel. "We'll use the magnetic grapples on our ships. So long as we're not under fire when it's time to jump home, I don't see a problem."

Petra nods slowly at that, "The hope is that this has gone completely unnoticed to the Cylons. The database this information was in was destroyed, so we're pretty sure they don't have access to it. If this outpost has a refinery ship and or a tanker there, it will be worth it, but if there are people still alive on the mining outpost, we need to get them out of there before they starve or worse. So…yes. I'll inform the Commander of the Cygnus. Let them know who the Officer in charge of the mission is so they can coordinate and schedule things."

"Smaller the better, sir, as far as I'm concerned. Believe me, I don't want to be noticed out there if I can avoid it," Holtz replies with a dry smile. "We'll keep an eye out. Thanks, Colonel, that oughta be more'n enough." He inclines his head, tucking the clipboard under his arm as he turns to leave… but then he hesitates, looking at Petra once more. "Sir… mind if I ask a question? Unrelated to the mission, I mean?" Again a finger taps the memo as he asks the question, a hint of concern creeping into his tone.

Petra tilts his head a little, reaching out for a couple of papers resting on the edge of the map table, "Course you can, Lieutenant. Whats on your mind? And let me know if you run into any snags with that. If Commander Cygnus has any problems, I can get the old man to have a chat with him personally. Whats up?" On DRADIS, the raptor has finally landed, leaving the screen devoid of contact beyond the persistent blue of the task force craft trailing behind the Orion.

Despite Petra's ready agreement, Holtz is silent for a few moments. "Aerilon," he says finally. "We got any plans to go back there soon? Still got a man down there, and he didn't exactly land in the friendliest part of town." An eye flicks to the DRADIS display as the green mark of the Raptor merges with Orion's icon, but that flinty gaze switches right back to Petra as it disappears from the screen. The glint in his eye suggests there's more to it than what he's saying, but he doesn't add to his statement.

Petra sets his jaw for a moment, then slightly shakes his head, "We don't leave our people behind, Lieutenant. Janitor's going to have to be smart and if he cant get to one of the Aerilon front lines, he'll have to find a good safe point and hole up. We got some very good intel on what the Cylons have done to upgrade their anti-aircraft systems in the last 40 years, and Pie seems to think we can take them out now. He managed to go back in and get the recon team out. We take that AA out and we can find Janitor." He trails off at that, studying Holtz' face for a long moment, then asks, "That the only thing on your mind, Lieutenant?"

Holtz nods, slowly, a pensive expression on his face. "That's good to hear." He clarifies a heartbeat later. "With Captain Cole MIA and Captain Delacroix back in sickbay, Sheperd gave me the squadron." He raises a hand, forestalling any immediate response. "Don't get me wrong, sir. I can handle the squad, that's not a problem. But it's not my squadron, sir, if you know what I mean, and everyone knows it. It's… well, we'll all feel a hell of a lot better once he's back on board." He straightens. "Just wanted to let you know, sir, if there's anything you or the admiral need from the Strikes on that front, we're more than ready."

Petra mms, "Well, congratulations, such as it is. You run into any problems that Shepard can't solve for you, you let me know. My job sort of entails going around and kicking people's asses until things run smoothly on this ship, so I need to know when they aren't running smoothly. I heard we gained a couple of new guests down in sickbay too - Im planning on heading down there once second watch is over. As for the rest…absolutely. I'll let you know as soon as Intel has anything new to give me."

"I can handle it, Colonel," Holtz echoes, his sonorous baritone certainly not lacking in confidence. "But I'll keep that in mind. Thanks." The burly pilot nods at the mention of the survivors. "Yeah, I met 'em the other day when I was checkin' in on Redux. One of 'em is a Viper pilot, even." He smiles sardonically. "Assuming he's fit to fly, I'd like to grab him for the Strikes, but I'm sure all the other SLs'll be lining up to try and get their hands on 'im too, yeah?"

The grin fades slightly as he's reminded of the squad's Warday losses, but it doesn't dim entirely. "Right, Colonel," he says a beat later in response to Petra's last. "We'll be looking forward to it down in the squad bay, sir, believe you me." There's a hungry glint in his eye as he stiffens and salutes, indicating he's said what he came to say.

Petra nods at the suggestion about grabbing the pilot, "As long as they aren't as stubborn as Hall was, I have no problems with getting the Admiral to sign a transfer order and absorb em into the Wing. I know its a little on the morbid side, but we can make more Vipers…making new pilots for the Vipers, not exactly that easy." He straightens up and actually returns the Lieutenant's salute this time, before offering, "Good luck, son. Find me a refinery ship and your first couple of rounds are on me."

"Yeah, I know all about that, sir," Holtz notes wryly as he snaps off the salute, in response to the bit about training pilots. At Petra's last, the pilot actually manages a sharp chuckle. "You bet, Colonel. I'll hold you to it." And with that, he turns on one heel and starts for the exit.

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