ALT #312: Shopping for Cylon Parts
Shopping for Cylon Parts
Summary: Phin asks Agrippa to help him browse the catalog of flight footage for the perfect Raider.
Date: 14/11/2013 (OOC Date)
Related Logs: Dead Moons, Dead Raiders, and Other Business
Agrippa Phin 
Ready Room — Deck 2 — Battlestar Orion
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 #312

Phin's entering the Ready Room, just opening the hatch and ducking properly into it. He's spent most of his non-flying duty hours there since the mission to Minos concluded. Today, he asked Agrippa to join him. Said he needed 'another pair of eyes,' whatever that means. Theoretically he's going to explain himself at some point.

It doesn't take too long before Agrippa shows up to the Ready Room as well and Phin can see that the other pilot is still in his flight suit. However, the flight suit is only slightly wrinkled, as if from minimal use and when Punchdrunk steps in, he gives Dolly a wave in greeting. "Hey, you said you needed another pair of eyes for something. I'm guessing we're reviewing some flight vids?"

"My life is flight vids, dude," Phin replies, returning the wave with an open and close of his palm. He proceeds to the front of the room to sink into an empty chair, though he doesn't have anything queued up on the vid screen yet. "You draw Alert five today?" He assumes, from the minimally used flight suit. "Anyway. The CAG asked me to help go through combat footage to look for a Raider." He adds, in case that sounds entirely stupid, "An intact Raider. Or, at least, big pieces of one that can be salvaged. Like, something we shot down but wasn't just blown to bits. I guess Intel wants a toaster to play with."

Agrippa nods his head at Phin's question as the other pilot guessed it, "Yep… was bored out of my mind. The only thing that kept me awake was the thoughts on what you might have to show me." Finding a seat at a desk next to Dolly, Punchdrunk arches a brow when what they are looking for is revealed. "Ah… I was going to say, pick a vid on our last mission and you'll see a bunch of Raiders."

"I was hoping you might have something to show me, actually," Phin says. "Or at least, a suggestion of where it might be best to look. There's a ton of stuff from Picon to go through. At first I was trying to look at it chronologically…" One dogfight after another dogfight after…his eyes glaze at the memory of it. "Then I figured…no. So I wanted to talk to some of the better gunners in the Wing." Of which he considers Agrippa one, clearly. "I was hoping you might remember…a particularly awesome kill. Or at least, one that could be used for something like this. Something ganked somewhere on Picon, preferably. Since we hold at least parts of it now, and can do some salvage in those areas."

Now it is that request that Agrippa begins considering, tapping his chin with a finger, his brows furrowing slightly in thought, "I don't remember anything off-hand, Dolly, sorry. But I can go through my old vids to check. To be honest, the whole Picon period when we were flying multiple shifts everyday… that is a blur in my head. But I agree with you, Picon may be our best bet if the spooks are looking for a retrieval mission. And I'll do chronologically, from most recent back, since a more recent mission means a better chance that the debris is still there."

"Yeah. That was my trouble with it, when I tried to get specific," Phin admits with a wince. "Whole thing's like one big blur of exhaustion and stims and shooting shit. Made me appreciate those boring patrols around Piraeus." He nods, when Agrippa says he'll go back through his tapes. "Cool. Thanks, man. I guess it doesn't have to be from Picon, but I can't think of anywhere else where it'd be feasible to go shopping for Cylon parts. Concentrate on the in-atmo missions. I figure anything in space, those Raiders either got dusted or have drifted somewhere that we can't really trace too easily."

Agrippa nods his head as his thoughts are the same when it comes to choosing where to search, he knows he blew up some toasters out in the asteroids but fat chance finding the parts there. "No prob, Dolly, glad to help you out. Did the CAG say when she needed it by?"

"When Major Franklin asked me work on it, I got the impression it was something that was being reassigned because it needed to be done kind of soon," Phin replies. "So, if you could manage it in the next five days or so, that'd be awesome. Even if you don't hit on anything, I figure it's less tape I have to go through."

Making a mental note of the soft deadline in his head, Agrippa knows what to occupy some of his free time now, "I'll get something to you within five days, Dolly. I'll at least have my Picon missions reviewed, and if I find anything else that could give us some possibilities, I'll also mark them for you."

"Awesome. Thanks," Phin says. "Major Franklin said it didn't necessarily have to be one whole, intact Raider. I guess Intel would also be interested in getting…bigger pieces of them. Like, maybe just whole wings or a cockpit or something. I hope, if they recover one, they find some place to keep it that's not actually on the ship. It's kind of creepy, thinking about dissecting a Cylon like it was a…frog in anatomy class or something."

The thought of screwing around with Raider parts on the Orion has Agrippa wincing, "And by some crazy off chance that they accidentally reactivate one by accident while it's on board? I wouldn't want to be here if it happens."

"I'm sure they'd secure it. Maybe in a lab on Piraeus. Or even Picon, if they didn't want to poke around with even a dead Cylon out here." Though Phin frowns at the thought nonetheless. "Maybe I'll ask the Major about that next time we talk about this. Who knows. Maybe they can poke around in its…robot brain. Find some secret to frying them we don't know about."

Agrippa doesn't want to have his mind go too far down that path, not his responsibility or his paygrade to worry and the less he worries, the better. "Wherever it is, it's on them. Hopefully I'll have something for you sooner than later."

"Cool." That seems to be the extent of what Phin wanted out of the junior lieutenant. Not that he seems especially eager to go back to staring at vid footage just yet. "I think maybe I'll head to the mess, then maybe my rack. I feel like if I watch anymore combat tapes tonight, it's going to make my eyes bleed."

Unable to help himself, Agrippa laughs and slowly rises to his feet from the desk, "I'm gonna go get changed and I'll start organizing which vids I want to watch. Then I'll see what I can go through, maybe find someone else to come watch it with me." It seems like he may have someone in mind, "And you go get some rest, going blind would be bad for a pilot."

Phin grins. "Yeah. I hear that kind of puts a cramp in your flight career." He stands, and starts heading back toward the hatch. "Just mark whatever footage you go through. Pick it out special if you think you find a good salvage site, of course, but other than that just something to note somebody's looked at it. Thanks again for the assist on this."

"I'll give you the file name and timestamp of when there is potential, then you can look it over as well to see if we're on the same page." This way, Phin can also take a look at the particular clip to see if he sees the same thing as Agrippa did. Punchdrunk's way of having Dolly double check his work. "Anytime, Dolly. Glad to help out."

Phin offers Agrippa a two-fingered salute-ish touch to his forehead. With that, he's off to scrounge a late dinner. And not watch flight vids for a little while.

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